My beautiful boss

Two minutes later, Peter asked, "Griffith, do you know the difference between you and me?" He sat on the sofa with his arm around Shelly, just as the pretentious rich men from the capital did.

"How dare you! You will regret treating me like this, you son of a bitch!" Griffith roared.

"Looks like you could use more beating. Hey, you two, do you need me to teach you how to do your jobs?" Peter asked, unsatisfied with their performance.

Hearing this made the two feel pressured to give stronger blows.

'Damn it, not only does he make us beat ourselves up, he also gets crazy when he's unhappy. What can we possibly do about that?' they thought.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two men slapped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to slap themselves if they left him unsatisfied.

Watching, the beautiful ladies around them were confused.

'Weren't the men here to teach Peter a lesson? What were they doing to themselves? Why are Griffith's own men beating him up?'

If they did not know better, they would think that the two men were Peter's, not Griffith's.

A few minutes later, Peter gestured them to stop. "Do you know the difference between you and me?" he asked once again.

"What the fuck," Griffith replied. The two were panting, but hearing Griffith's words, they prepared themselves for the command to resume the beating.

"Damn it, do you want to die?

Haven't you had enough?" one said.

"If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't get us involved, will you?" added the other.

"If it weren't for you and your sick plan to get back at Peter, we wouldn't be here and be humiliated like this!

This is all your fault!" they exclaimed.

In anger, the two men slapped Griffith harder and harsher until their hands grew numb.

Griffith almost wanted to weep. 'Are these really my men? Why are they acting more as if they were Peter's?

insulting, ' he

to crush Peter, but as it turned out, he was the one being crushed, and by his own

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

to surrender, but his speech was cut off with a smack every other word. He could not take it anymore. He felt like he would run out of tears.

of his hand. Immediately, the

difference between

I do," Griffith finally answered. He didn't have the guts to

nothing, you're a bastard and you are

said Peter casually.

out loud, would he still have a face to show? What would Robin do to him if he

you haven't had

shivered and finally obeyed.

Smack! Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match

you slapping so lightly and why is your

good for nothing! I am

and shouted even louder, tears running down his face.

could see how evil Peter was. He did not do things the way they were normally done. He had

for nothing! I

yelling. It was so hard that Griffith felt as if

"This good-for-nothing bastard is making me lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our meal somewhere

and looked at Griffith with pure

he threw him

was so ashamed he wanted to kill

a way to get out,

just

was speechless. Giggling in response to what Peter said, she replied, "You're such a bad man, Peter. You really gave

me like that, Shelly? Does this mean you don't

apologized immediately. A few moments

can you put your hand away now? People are looking at

right, sorry, I forgot about that," Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back