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.

upon the impact, and

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

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

on the table a look, gritted his teeth, and pushed the bespectacled man away.

words to back them up, the rest of the crowd walked up to Jason,

sound of

with clenched fists as his cheeks

the only one

himself to slap Jason since they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands

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

Faymon, I don’t mean it that

hear him? Mr. Hunt said his hands hurt.” Curtis turned to the server behind

made

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

hand to land another slap on Jason’s

done, the server quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr.

Steven was devastated.

won’t let me

something wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take him

the only ones left in

more than a dozen times. He was so mad that he badly wanted to kill Curtis but didn’t dare show it as he walked up to

table and smashed it down fiercely on Jason’s knees as he approached

he knelt down in front of

hair and pulled him up to eye level. “Jason, your dad is a 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 me even though he doesn’t like me. But you, you are a different story. Are

sorry, Mr. Faymon. I shouldn’t have said all that.” Jason’s face twitched. “I crossed the

done all that. I can refresh your memory if you’ve forgotten how your mother died. It doesn’t

constricted

when it’s meant

Faymon, Ms. Garland, forgive me.” Jason suppressed his anger and begged for mercy. He planned