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.

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

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

and pushed the bespectacled man away.

back them up, the rest of the crowd walked

instant, the sound

with clenched fists as his

the only one left who hadn’t

slap Jason since they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh.

Curtis sneered. “Are you looking down on me? Or are you looking down on

don’t mean it

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

made his way

the server, who was half a head taller than

swung Steven’s hand to land another slap on Jason’s other

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

Steven was devastated.

won’t let me off this

looks like there is indeed something wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take him to the doctor.” Curtis’ gaze then

ones left in the room after the servers

humiliated after getting slapped more than a dozen times. He was so mad that he badly wanted to kill Curtis but didn’t dare show

a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it down fiercely on Jason’s knees as he

weak, and he knelt

smart 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

face twitched. “I crossed the line. But I’m sober now.

“Yes, you shouldn’t 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

pupils constricted upon hearing

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

anger and begged for mercy. He

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

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

with a piece of tissue and turned his wheelchair around to face Rayna. “Ms. Garland, what’s on