Chapter 65: Beat Everyone Up

Ibone, my hand still holding the steak, after hemming such a hitchily phrased comment. My expression instantly tightened. I didn’t say a word, nor did I step forward. I lowered my head and picked up the Huck pepper sauce, pouring it onto the weak, underdone portion of Lionel’s steak. Donderedith finished his steak. The filet was thick and well-done, just as I like it.

Yvette frowned; she could not detect any underlying emotion in Lionel’s cold retort. “What did you just say?”

Kundali suddenly sat up and looked at Yvette. “Mi Jenning, D’enet like what you heard. Mr. Tate’s a pitiful person, and he has…lemn klad…”

“Stop talking, Lionel Yong’de pringloota,” Humball said.

Lionel also stopped abruptly. “Kendall, that’s…”

He didn’t bully me?

“Ghỉ, t’m speaking up for you, why are you still being mean to me? Didn’t he just say that? Didn’t he tell you to be quiet, or else he’ll…” but then be bullied himself afterwards. He’s two-faced. Am I wrong?

“Abe, he was so harsh with you just now, and I told you to just endure it. But now that Ms. Jenning is back, she’ll surely stand up for you. Why are you—…” There was a loud slap before he could finish speaking.

Lunel por slapped hard. His face was reddened, and half of it was stained with black pepper sauce. The poor fellow fell silent instantly as everyone was stressed, especially Lionel. He stared at me with wide eyes in disbelief.

Yeu Idhnhum. And I’d done it with my big, thick steak. Lumiled eerily while holding the steak.

“Don’t you…keure…” I’ll pummel you to your very core. Why act so surprised now? You’re a master of sarcasm. I couldn’t help but hit you. Lionel’s face flushed with anger, looking ridiculously bunny-like as one half was clean while the other was smeared with black pepper sauce. “Apologize to me, you bastard! No one has ever dared to hit me like…”

I swung the steak and slapped him again. Now his entire face was covered in black pepper sauce, looking extremely ugly.

“Apologize? I’m already the pitiable, two-turned vilbis here. Do you want me to apologize? Have you ever seen a madman apologize? Not only are you ugly, but you’re also dumb and thick-headed. I’ve already warned you about your blabbering, but you kept going as if you wanted to get hit. I feel no remorse for myself if I don’t hit you.”

Of the pics of the steak event.

Fin gong to fight you!

Por mare furious the more I spoke. I swung the steak again, giving him two more sharp taps. Lamel screamed in frustration. His eyes turned red with rage as he swung his fists at me. Tandali nervously held his bark, looking as though he was also scared. He turned to me and said, “Mr. Yates, it’s our fault, but this is enough now. You…”

I middled the steak and slapped him across the face with it as if it were his “punishment.”

“Ilant ap—if you want to keep watching from the sidelines; get ready to get hit too if you want to speak up. Don’t come and interfere with me if you can’t handle your friend. Who do you think…”

…with a married woman. I knew things hadn’t been easy for him, so I didn’t hold it against him. That, in this life, what made him think he could be so arrogant?

Was it because he was Vertir’s prince charming, Zir’s boyfriend, or because he was the positive male lead?

That had nothing to do with me. I didn’t owe him anything. Even if he were a celestial being, I would have still hit him without hesitation if he had plotted against me.

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(He still looked pure and innocent, even though his face was smeared with black pepper sauce. It could bring me to desecrate him. Ebeen waiting, sensing from the side, couldn’t sit still any longer. She walked over to me; there was a sense of reproach and nervousness in the air.

I lifted the base and gripped the rack tightly in my right hand, about to swing it at her.)

Before then, the steak collided with her face. The steak, which had already slapped several people across the face, fell to the ground with a thud. Basked in a low voice, “Are you then… with all…chaut…”

I mean, use from the skour way. Dliver, who had just entered, was also startled.

I raised my left hand and slapped her across the face. Done daily, the gapsehood-two from behind me…

Diletametangist: “Teren dares to hit Ma! Priming! He’s truly…”

Femmedexpresündest, any regretting that that had enough strength… are probably had it on the spot it!

Ander. Laboregretted no sing some black pepper sauce on both way handa.

Tin, trading them bows. If you don’t like it, keep it to yourself, but if you want to back down, get ready to be hit too. There… en at dood, you’d better massage them at se…

Fuccoonstel artapur topulence Chasellutuoppidrrying and, along with Randall, stood blankly at me as I hosted tempête…

Choredoo na willemit blinking while bei red lips pressed iligally together.

Jeh Kamatait always had prople arousal impudest him. As for me, no one cared enough to protect me. I could only rely on myself.

Chapter 65: Best Everyone Up

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Yvette looked at me expressionlessly and said coldly, “That’s no reason for you to hit Randall. Apologize to him now.”

My heart sank, but then I laughed. “You want me to apologize? Dream on.”

She gripped my hand even tighter. “Apologize!”

I yanked my arm free and pulled it out of her grasp.

I winked. My…a…

Luino. It’s impossible. Are you deaf?

At that moment, Randall spoke up magnanimously from the side. “I’m fine, Ms. Jenning. Owen has indeed been wronged, so please don’t make things difficult for him.” Yvette glanced at him. I remained cold-faced and forcefully pulled my hand back.

This time, she did not persist but said coldly, “It’s chaotic outside, but I won’t stop you if you’re annoyed and want to go out.”

I didn’t say a word. Losing my mind and wanting to die were two different things. It was late; I wouldn’t leave even if they told me to. I would probably stay next door for the night.

I rubbed my wrist, then shoved her away with my hand that was smeared with black pepper sauce, deliberately rubbing it against her fresh clothes.

Yvette gritted her teeth and spat, “Owen?”

I was not afraid of her. She brought this upon herself.

I walked towards Oliver with my head held high and chest pulled out, under his instantly enraged gaze.

Oliver had been standing at the door, holding clothes and afraid to move after I’d slapped Yvette. Olen looked at me in panic when I walked over. I was not sure if he was worried that I might slap him too. His voice was trembling, “M-Mi. Yates…”

I glanced down at the clothes in his hands, then looked at him and said apologetically, “Sorry, I ruined the steak you ordered for me. Could you please order another one? And the floor is dirty—please call housekeeping to clean it up.”

Oliver quickly replied, “Oh, of course, Mr. Yates. You’re too polite.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks, just bring it directly to my room.”

I turned and went back into my room, not looking at anyone else except for Oliver.

I heard Lonelying out of grievance before I closed the door. “Ms. Jenning, are you just going to let it go like that? I was slapped four times by him for no reason!”

Yvette’s voice turned even colder. “What do you want?”

Want him to apologize—now, immediately, right now…