The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 1910

Swoosh!

Giselle and Lana blushed a violent shade of red when they heard that. They were trembling too.

They were in the main banquet hall. How dare Walter say such lewd remarks in public? It was despicable.

When they did not respond to him, Walter’s eyes brightened. He smiled and said, “What? Are both of you shy? Don’t worry. I’ll prepare an extra room; then it would not be so awkward.”

Then, Walter chuckled out loud.

The two beauties had finally given in to his demand; how could he not be happy?

“You—”

Giselle was so furious that she trembled violently. Finally, she could not take it any longer; she was about to say something when Darryl stood in front of them. He blocked them from Walter’s view.

“So, you’re Walter Hart? The president of Galaxy Entertainment?” Darryl asked coldly as he looked at Walter.

Walter was stunned for a while, but his expression immediately changed. He glowered at Darryl as his eyes turned malicious.

Why would a driver talk to him like that? The man also wore a mourning band on his arm. That person must be crazy!

Walter glared at Darryl and snarled, “You know who I am, yet you still dare interrupt me? Do you believe that I’d fire you on the spot? You have no right to talk here! Get lost!”

Slap!

Darryl slapped Walter on the face without any warning at all.

He did not use any internal energy in that slap. Otherwise, Walter would not be able to keep his head. After all, Darryl was almost at the Heaven Ascension level. No ordinary person would be able to handle a slap from him.

Even so, Walter let out a muffled grunt, and he flew a few meters backward until his body smashed onto the alcohol bar and finally landed on the floor.

Swoosh!

The crowd immediately went to take a look. They stared at Darryl curiously; they were all bewildered.

Who was that person? Why would he dare to slap President Walter? Did he want to die?

That man was the Mid City Hotel’s manager—Jimmy Thomson!

Jimmy noticed the handprint on Walter’s face when he reached the man. He jumped. “Boss Walter, what is going on?”

“Jimmy, this is a first-class hotel. Why would you let someone like him in here?” Walter yelled out loud; he was furious.

Then, Walter pointed at Darryl and barked, “This b* stard has slapped me! Get him to kneel and kowtow to me as an apology!”

What?

Jimmy was stunned. A moment later, he was furious.

Walter was the hotel’s most significant VIP, yet someone had beaten him there. If something were to happen to that man, the hotel would have to bear the responsibility. He was only a manager; how could he possibly bear that burden?

Jimmy looked at Darryl coldly and growled, “Didn’t you hear what Boss Walter said? Kneel and apologize; if not—”

More than twenty security guards behind Jimmy reached for the baton behind their back.