Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 146 Feels Good To See Him Getting Humiliated

The crowd couldn’t help but shudder upon Curtis’ words.

Who would have thought that he could be so scary when his temper flared?

“Curtis Fay—” Jason clenched his fists and shouted angrily, only to receive a stern glare from Curtis before he could even finish.

Curtis gave everyone else a look. “It looks like you guys want to stay here.”

The crowd exchanged looks as they were hesitant to make a move.

On the one hand, they were worried about the consequences of slapping Jason since he was part of the Faymon family.

On the other, they wanted to get out of the room.

After a long silence, a bespectacled man walked up to Jason.

Jason never expected any of them to dare slap him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the man murderously.

The bespectacled man plucked up his courage while shivering in fright. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon… I need to go. My girlfriend is waiting for me at home. Please don’t blame me for this…”

The man squeezed his eyes shut and quickly gave Jason a slap.

Of course, he knew he couldn’t afford to mess with Jason. Hence, after slapping the latter lightly, he turned around and tried to flee.

However, Curtis gave him a look. “How can he sober up with such a light slap? Slap him again,” he said with an ambiguous smile.

The man’s legs shook. “Mr. Faymon, I-I…”

“Slap him again!”

The bespectacled man was taken aback by Curtis’ demeanor. He turned back to Jason, pretended not to see the latter’s murderous glare, and landed a tight slap on his face.

upon the impact, and the corner of

saw that Jason was about to return the slap. “I’ll force-feed

to survive one bottle of vodka with an alcohol content of fifty-two percent. Hence, a dozen

gritted his teeth, and pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily New chapters upload Only on Alaniniz(dot)com This time around, no server stopped the bespectacled man from leaving

the bespectacled man taking the lead and Curtis’ words to back them up, the rest of the crowd walked up

instant, the sound of slaps

fists as his cheeks were slapped till they

was the only one left

couldn’t bring himself to slap Jason since they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands hurt.

vodka?” Curtis sneered. “Are you looking down on

Faymon, I don’t mean it that

hear him? Mr. Hunt said his hands hurt.” Curtis turned to

The server made his way over to

even register what was going on, the server, who was half a head

swung Steven’s hand to land another slap

was done, the server quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hunt. Your hand went

Steven was devastated.

for. Jason won’t let

wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take him to the doctor.”

left in the room

mad that he badly wanted to kill Curtis but didn’t

red wine from the table and smashed it

knees went weak, and he knelt down in front of

man. I’m surprised you haven’t picked up anything from him after following him around for many years. At least your dad knows enough not to mess around with me even though he doesn’t like me. But you, you are a different story.

said all that.” Jason’s face twitched. “I crossed the line. But I’m sober

I can refresh your memory if you’ve forgotten how your mother died. It doesn’t

pupils constricted upon hearing

that out when it’s meant to be

his anger and begged for mercy. He planned to pay Curtis back for all the humiliation he suffered today

a look and shrugged him off as if he was a bag of trash. “I did say the drinks