His Precious Love

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.

Jason’s right cheek reddened upon the impact, and the corner of his mouth went numb.

“I’ll force-feed you the rest of the alcohol on the table if you

with an alcohol content of fifty-two percent. Hence, a

pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily New chapters upload Only on Alaniniz(dot)com This time around, no

and Curtis’ words to back them up, the rest of

the sound of slaps filled the

fists as his cheeks were

the only one left who hadn’t

since they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands hurt. Why not I down one

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

Faymon, I don’t

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

made his

could even register what was going on, the server, who was half a head taller than him, grabbed his right hand and used it to slap

Steven’s hand to land another slap on

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

Steven was devastated.

for. Jason won’t let me off

something wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take him to

Jason, and Curtis were the only ones left in the room after the servers

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

wine from the table and smashed it down fiercely on Jason’s knees as he approached

knees went weak, and he knelt

following him around for many years. At least your dad knows enough not

that.” Jason’s face twitched. “I crossed the line. But

refresh your memory if you’ve forgotten how your mother

constricted upon hearing

did Curtis find that out when it’s meant to be kept secret? Who

Mr. Faymon, Ms. Garland, forgive me.” Jason suppressed his anger and begged for mercy. He planned to pay Curtis back for all the humiliation he suffered today once Faymon

trash. “I did say the drinks are on me today. Take the rest of

Mr. Faymon.” Jason quickly packed up the rest

of tissue and turned his wheelchair around