Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 146

Dear Sweetheart 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.