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?

is insulting, '

but as it turned out, he was the one being crushed, and by his

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

smack every other word. He could not take it anymore. He felt like he

of his hand. Immediately,

know the difference between you and me?" he

Griffith finally answered. He didn't have the guts

Then, say that you are good for nothing, you're a bastard and you are no match for me,

said Peter casually.

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

seems you haven't had enough slaps,"

and finally

Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a

and why is your voice so soft? Do

Smack! Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard!

shouted even louder, tears running down

he could see how evil Peter was. He did not do things the

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

hard that Griffith felt as if he would pass out and go into a

turned to Shelly. "This good-for-nothing bastard is making me lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our meal somewhere else," he

put his arm around her and looked at

he threw him

ashamed he wanted to kill himself.

a way to get out, he spared no

was just

to what Peter said, she replied, "You're such a bad

Peter loudly patted Shelly's shapely ass. "How can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this mean you

what I meant! Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few moments later,

your hand away now?

right, sorry, I forgot about that," Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He pretended to look embarrassed, but