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.

the impact, and the corner of

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

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

and pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily New

words to back them up, the rest of the crowd walked up to Jason, apologized,

instant, the sound of slaps filled

a corner with clenched fists as

the only one left who

they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands hurt.

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

don’t mean it

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

Mr. Faymon.” The server made

the server, who was half a head

swung Steven’s hand to land another

apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hunt. Your hand went

Steven was devastated.

won’t let me

hands. Take

Curtis were the only ones left in the room after the servers led Steven

slapped more than a dozen times. He was so mad that he badly wanted to kill Curtis but

red wine from the table and smashed it down fiercely on Jason’s

weak, and he knelt

dad knows enough not to mess around with me even though he doesn’t like me. But you, you are a different story. Are

Faymon. I shouldn’t have said all that.” Jason’s face twitched. “I crossed the

said and done all that. I can refresh your memory if you’ve forgotten how your mother died. It doesn’t matter even if Faymon Group declares bankruptcy. I’m still wealthy enough to buy the

pupils constricted upon hearing

that out when it’s

Mr. Faymon, Ms. Garland, forgive me.” Jason suppressed his anger and begged for mercy. He planned to pay Curtis back for

a look and shrugged him off as if he was a bag of trash. “I did say the drinks are on me today. Take the rest of the