Chapter 111 The Ximenez Family Of Jazona

 

A food deliveryman?

 

Upon hearing Kyson’s words, the crowd burst into peals of laughter.

It was abundantly evident that he was deliberately insulting Jonathan.

“Why are the lot of you laughing?” At their hysterics, Kyson snorted before retorting, “Tell you what, don’t look down on the food deliverymen in my production team. I pay them over seven thousand a month! If it weren’t for Josephine’s sake, I wouldn’t have offered him such a cushy job.”

 

As his words rang out, the crowd’s laughter grew in volume.

Over seven thousand! It might be an astronomical sum to others, but it’s nothing to us! We effortlessly get paid over ten thousand a month without having to stand in the sun or rain. All we’ve got to do is to tap away on the keyboard. Unlike us, he’s only getting five or six thousand a month when he’s running errands for someone else!

In a thrice, contempt brimmed in their eyes.

“You think it’s a cushy job?” Jonathan threw Kyson a chilly look.

 

“Of course! It’s far better than you having to stand in the scorching sun at the construction site yet making less than seven thousand a month, no?” Kyson sneered.

 

“Since you think that is a cushy job, I’ll pay you ten grand to deliver food to my house every day!” Jonathan eyed him coldly, drawling, “What do you think about that?”

“What are you implying?” Kyson’s expression instantly darkened when he saw that the man actually dared talk back to him. “Do you think I look as though I’m short of ten thousand?”

“Then, do you think I look as though I’m short of seven thousand?” Jonathan riposted in a glacial voice.

think you’ve got the right to sit here with us? Every one of us sitting at this table has a net worth of a couple hundred thousand except you. Even the worst of us here makes more than

an idiot!” Jonathan scoffed at the man’s pompous attitude, not in

seen any high-end restaurants in his life before. Back when I was in Yaleview, a dozen state banquets chefs cooked for me, but I

Kyson slammed his hand on the table, seemingly on the verge of flipping his lid. Judging from his posture, he was going to get physical right away if Jonathan were to say a

said you’re an idiot!”

Jonathan’s head. If the bottle were to find its mark, the man would certainly end up

timider women had already screwed their eyes shut in

anticipation shining brightly in their eyes, fervently

construction site, yet he dares to act brazenly at such a place? Does he

 

“You asked for it!”

mere second before the beer bottle in Kyson’s hand hit his head, he grabbed the man’s

he applied a smidge of force, the snapping sound of

“Ahh! My hand!

the private room. While he was howling in pain, Jonathan lifted his

one of Kyson’s teeth was

too noisy.

the stomach, bringing him to

him? Do you know who he is?” Right that moment, Clay shot to his feet

him an indifferent glance, Jonathan murmured, “I only

“How dare you!”

at Jonathan, yet he didn’t

ordinary people with no power or influence, but in the face of a

you wait! How dare you hit me?

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