Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 146

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.

Jason’s right cheek reddened upon the impact, and the corner of his mouth went numb.

“Jason,” Curtis 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 table if you can’t stand getting slapped.”

He wouldn’t be able to survive one bottle of vodka with an alcohol content of fifty-two percent. Hence, a dozen bottles of the hard liquor were out of the question.

Jason gave the bottles of vodka on the table a look, gritted his teeth, and pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily New chapters upload Only on Alaniniz(dot)com This time around, no server stopped the bespectacled man from leaving the room.

With the bespectacled man taking the lead and Curtis’ words to back them up, the rest of the crowd walked up to Jason, apologized, and slapped his cheeks.

In an instant, the sound of slaps filled the air.

Jason stood in a corner with clenched fists as his cheeks were slapped till they swelled.

In the end, Steven was the only one left who hadn’t slapped Jason.

He couldn’t bring himself to slap Jason since they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands hurt. Why not I down one glass of vodka instead?”

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

“Mr. Faymon, I don’t mean it that way…”

“Did you hear him? Mr. Hunt said his hands hurt.” Curtis turned to the server behind him. “Help him out.”

“Yes, Mr. Faymon.” The server made his way over to Steven.

Before Steven could even register what was going on, the server, who was half a head taller than him, grabbed his right hand and used it to slap Jason.

Then, he swung Steven’s hand to land another slap on Jason’s other cheek.

After he was done, the server quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hunt. Your hand went out of control.”

Steven was devastated.

I’m done for. Jason won’t let me off this time.

“It looks like there is indeed something wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take him to the doctor.” Curtis’ gaze then landed on Jason. “Come here.”

Rayna, Jason, and Curtis were the only ones left in the room after the servers led Steven out.

Jason felt utterly humiliated after getting slapped 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 him.

Curtis picked up a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it down fiercely on Jason’s knees as he approached him.

Jason’s knees went weak, and he knelt down in front of Curtis.

Curtis grabbed his 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 you trying to tell the world that Faymon Group is declaring bankruptcy and that I’m a cripple?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon. I shouldn’t have said all that.” Jason’s face twitched. “I crossed the line. But I’m sober now. Please forgive me, Mr. Faymon.”

Curtis sneered. “Yes, you shouldn’t have said and done all that. I can refresh your memory if you’ve forgotten how your mother died. It doesn’t matter even if Faymon Group declares bankruptcy. I’m still wealthy enough to buy the news headlines.”

Jason’s pupils constricted upon hearing that.

How did Curtis find that out when it’s meant to be kept secret? Who told him?

“It’s all my fault. Please, Mr. Faymon, Ms. Garland, forgive me.” Jason suppressed his anger and begged for mercy. He planned to pay Curtis back for all the humiliation he suffered today once Faymon Group had a new president.

Curtis gave him a look and shrugged him off as if he was a bag of trash. “I did say the drinks are on me today. Take the rest of the liquor home for Uncle Chester. Don’t waste it.”

“Thank you, Mr. Faymon.” Jason quickly packed up the rest of the liquor and left the room.

Curtis wiped his hands with a piece of tissue and turned his wheelchair around to face Rayna. “Ms. Garland, what’s on your mind?” he asked in amusement.

“Nothing.” Rayna returned to her senses, still shocked by the events that had happened.

This was her first time seeing Curtis teaching someone else a lesson, and he had shown no mercy.

Jason was spouting nonsense and making threats before this but didn’t dare make a sound after Curtis’ arrival.

This feels so good!

Rayna licked her lips subconsciously as it was feeling a little dry. However, she stopped midway through as the incident in the restroom flooded her mind. “M-Mr. Faymon, I’ll be taking my leave now if there is nothing else,” she stuttered.

She yanked the door open and was about to leave.

“Are you going to leave me here alone when I’m crippled?” Curtis called out to her.

“Isn’t your wheelchair motorized, Mr. Faymon?”

“It ran out of battery.”

Rayna saw that the wheelchair didn’t move when Curtis toggled the joystick. “What kind of wheelchair just runs out of battery like that? I’ll buy you a better one next time…” she muttered. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“I-I don’t mean it that way, Mr. Faymon!” she quickly added. “What I mean is, I’ll get you a better wheelchair while you’re still recovering.”

Am I out of my mind? I should think twice before I speak.

Curtis merely smiled. “Okay.”

The both of them ran into Wyatt as the elevator arrived on the first floor.

“Ms. Garland.”

Wyatt, dressed in a grey t-shirt, raised a brow and waved at Rayna. He then lowered his gaze and saw Curtis in his wheelchair. “Oh, Curtis, why are you he—”