Chapter 497
The other customers and even the restaurant owner stood frozen in place, staring at Andrew and Lauren in shock. Everyone looked stunned; it was as if they were watching something out of an action movie.
“Mommy, those two are amazing!” a little boy exclaimed.
“Man, that guy knocked Nasty Hugh to the ground with just one slap!” a diner murmured in disbelief.
“I thought he was just some skinny dude, but he’s clearly hiding some serious strength!”
Lauren walked up to Fiona, placing the heel of her stiletto on the woman’s face while looking down at her with a cold smile. “A minute ago, you were throwing around insults like it was your hobby. So go on, say something else now.”
Fiona shrieked as Lauren’s heel pressed harder, distorting her nose and mouth. Tears streaming, she cried, “Hugh, help me! Somebody help! She’s going to kill me!”
Lauren grabbed a fistful of Fiona’s hair and sneered, “Your eyelids, nose, lips are fake, and even your chest is fake. Wow, you’re a walking patchwork of cheap parts!”
Without hesitation, Lauren started ripping off Fiona’s fake eyelashes and double eyelid tape, and even yanked out her push-up bra.
Within seconds, Fiona’s appearance shifted dramatically. Her face, previously propped up by bad cosmetic surgery, collapsed into a grotesque mess. The diners recoiled at the sight, realizing just how botched her procedures had been.
On the other side of the room, Hugh forced himself to his feet, his head still spinning from Andrew’s slap.
Gritting his teeth, he glared at Andrew and spat, “You little punk, you actually dared to hit me? You’re dead! Just wait–I’m calling Rodney, and when he gets here, you’ll regret being born.”
As Rodney’s cousin and a self-proclaimed big shot from Jayrodale’s Madblade Martial Academy, Hugh had spent years bullying people without consequences.
Being humiliated like this was unthinkable, and his rage burned hotter with each passing second. He vowed silently that he would not let Andrew off the hook, not after being slapped so hard it might have caused a concussion.
Andrew remained unfazed. With an air of calm, he said, “Call Rodney if you want, but it won’t change a thing. You’re not stepping out of that door until you finish eating all the slop from this kitchen.”
Hugh pulled out his phone, his hands shaking as he dialed. “Just wait,” he snarled. “When Rodney gets here, you’re done! If I don’t make you suffer for this, I’m not Nasty Hugh!”
The call connected, and Hugh immediately started shouting into the phone. “Rodney, I got attacked on Food Street! Bring your guys here now and take care of this punk for me!”
Rodney sighed on the other end of the line. “Did you even use my name? You should’ve said I’m your cousin.”
“I did!” Hugh yelled in frustration. “I told him I’m your cousin, the famous Nasty Hugh from Jayrodale! But he didn’t care. He just slapped me to the ground like I’m nothing!”
Rodney’s voice grew irritated. “Alright, I’ll send Dean over to deal with it, but let me tell you something–stop telling people you’re my cousin. It’s embarrassing.”
Hugh sounded hurt. “What? How is that embarrassing? I’m really your cousin!”
“Are you seriously asking me that? You gave yourself the nickname Nasty Hugh, and think it’s cool. You’re a disgrace, and frankly, you’re useless!” Rodney snapped before hanging up.