Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 

Zia looked at jordan again and said coldly, “You have disrespected Mr. Wilder, so you must be taught a lesson. Someone, slap him!” 

The manager immediately stepped forward, ready to strike. 

“Hold on!” Jordan was both shocked and angry. “Ms. Quirrel, 1 may be the second son of the Hunter family, but even if you don’t respect me, you should at least respect our family! 

“Don’t try to scare me will 

me with your family background. Hit him!” Zia commanded coldly. 

The Hunter family might claim to be the number one family in Wave City, but she didn’t regard them highly. 

With Zia backing him, the manager wasn’t afraid of Jordan and slapped him twice. 

Jordan was furious. He’d never before suffered such humiliation in front of so many people; it utterly destroyed his dignity. 

He silently vowed to kill Sebastian one day, 

Though he resented Zia, he hated Sebastian even more because he blamed the latter for everything that had happened. 

Jordan was too embarrassed to stay any longer. He started to leave but was stopped by Zia 

“Ms. Quirrel, what more do you want?” Jordan asked while holding back his anger. 

Zia scoffed. “How can you be so young yet so forgetful? You spilled the Emperor Cognac I gave to Mr. Wilder. It was worth 200 million dollars. Do you think you can just leave without compensating** 

“L. I don’t have that much money on me,” jordan said as he was visibly embarrassed. 

He was the second son of the Hunter family, not the heir. Therefore, he only received a few million dollars a month for personal expenses: 

He was known for his extravagance; he couldn’t come up with 200 million dollars, much less 20 million dollars. 

“Are you trying to default on your debt?” Zia smirked coldly. 

Jordan felt a chill. “I wouldn’t. How about this? I’ll leave her here, and I’ll come to take her once I’ve gotten the money” 

Jordan pushed Lyra in front of 25a, thinking it was the only solution he could come up with for now as a way to get away. 

“Jordan, how can you leave Lyra here? I don’t agree with this,” Belinda quickly objected. 

“No, I’m willing to stay,” Lyra said proudly. 

“Lyra, are you crazy? How can you agree to be a hostage?” Belinda whispered. 

Lyra smiled. “Mom, you’re being shortsighted. What are 200 million dollars to someone like Mr. Hunter? This is a great opportunity to ingratiate myself with him. Whether I can marry into the Hunter family depends on my performance now.” 

Belinda thought it over and stopped trying to prevent it.