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.

spoke up when he saw that Jason was about to return the slap. “I’ll force-feed you the rest of the alcohol on the table if you can’t stand getting

of vodka with an alcohol content of fifty-two percent. Hence, a dozen bottles of the hard liquor were out of the

the table a look, gritted his teeth, and pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily New chapters

lead and Curtis’ words to back them up, the rest of the crowd walked up to Jason, apologized,

an instant, the sound

in a corner with clenched fists

Steven was the only

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

down on me? Or are you

don’t

his hands hurt.” Curtis turned to the server behind him. “Help him

Mr. Faymon.” The server made his way over

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

land another slap on Jason’s other

quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hunt. Your

Steven was devastated.

for. Jason won’t let

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

the only ones left in

so mad that

the table and smashed it down fiercely

weak, and he knelt down in front

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

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

have 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.

pupils constricted

that out when it’s meant to be kept secret? Who told

mercy. He planned

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

Mr. Faymon.” Jason quickly packed up the rest of the liquor

piece of tissue and turned his wheelchair around to face Rayna. “Ms. Garland, what’s on your mind?”