Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 231

His wildly inflated ego stamped out any lingering sense of impending doom.

He casually reached out to grab his food, speaking with an arrogant drawl. "Thanks, buddy—"

Before he could finish the sentence, the large man simply opened his fingers.

It was not a clumsy handoff. The courier intentionally dropped the bag the split second before Hudson could grab the handles.

The plastic sack plummeted straight to the floor, landing with a sickening splat right over his shoes.

The container burst violently upon impact, sending the lid flying as scalding hot soup exploded outward.

Greasy broth and chunky debris splattered everywhere, seeping into the grout lines and completely ruining his slippers.

Hudson stared blankly at the steaming mess near his feet for a full two seconds.

Then, an ugly rage boiled up from the soles of his feet, shooting straight to his brain and causing his temples to throb violently.

He had just gained four hundred thousand followers. He was practically elite now. He was somebody important.

He was about to rake in millions, live in a mansion, and drive exotic sports cars, all while being backed by a powerful heiress.

How dare some pathetic laborer disrespect him like this?

How dare he throw his meal on the ground?

He absolutely refused to tolerate it.

He even reached out and shoved his hand down on the man's head, trying to force him to bow like a disobedient dog.

"Bow down and apologize, you worthless garbage! You think you can ruin my meal and just walk away? Do you have any idea how much influence I have? Do you know who I am?"

He kept pushing down on the man's skull, treating him with the utmost humiliating contempt.

Yet the driver didn't move an inch. He remained perfectly rooted to the floor, as immoveable and silent as a mountain.

Mistaking the silence for cowardice, Hudson's arrogance peaked. He pressed down even harder, winding up for another string of verbal abuse.

Suddenly.

In a fraction of a second, the driver moved with terrifying speed. Before Hudson could even process the blur of motion, a rush of air clipped his jaw.