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?

' he thought.

Peter, but as it turned out, he

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

word. He could not take it anymore.

with a wave of his hand. Immediately, the two

you know the difference between you and me?"

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

times. Then, say that you are good for nothing, you're a

said Peter casually.

he still have a face to show? What would Robin do to him if he went back?

you haven't had enough slaps," Peter taunted.

shivered and finally obeyed.

Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match for you!" Griffith declared.

are you slapping so lightly and why is your voice so soft? Do you want me

good for nothing! I am a bastard! I

shouted even louder, tears running down his

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

Crack! Crack! Crack! "I am good for nothing! I am

so hard that Griffith felt as if he

bastard is making me lose my

arm around her and looked at Griffith with pure disgust.

were about to leave, he threw him a disdainful kick.

so ashamed he

get out, he

happened was just too degrading.

said, she replied, "You're such a bad man, Peter. You really gave the man a hard

me like that,

meant! Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few moments later, she looked at Peter slightly blushing.

hand away now? People are looking at

his hand back at once. He