Chapter 720
Andrew chuckled. “Mr. Wright, it seems you still don’t understand your situation.”
Grabbing Winston by the hair, Andrew slapped him across the face again, his swollen cheeks taking yet another brutal beating. Then, he asked, “Now, do you finally see who should be begging for mercy?”
Winston’s nose and mouth spurted blood as he was slapped into submission. Never in his life had he been slapped this many times, and Andrew had literally smacked him senseless.
“P–Please stop hitting me. W–We can talk this out!” Winston’s voice had taken on a whimpering tone as he shielded his face with his hands.
Andrew nodded with satisfaction and slowly said, “That’s more like it. So let me ask you once more, Mr. Wright – do you acknowledge your mistake?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Winston nodded frantically “Yes, I was wrong! I’ll definitely change my ways completely!”
Andrew immediately delivered two more slaps, the sound making Finley, Christina, and Aspen jump with fright. They all thought Andrew was truly insane and suicidal. After all, Winston had already apologized, yet Andrew still slapped him–it was like he was trying to push Winston to the brink of madness.
Even Dylan and Natasha were starting to suspect that Andrew was using Winston as a practice dummy—but they had no solid proof.
“Andrew, why the hell did you hit me again?” Winston screamed in frustration after being slapped for no apparent reason.
Andrew replied, “I asked if you acknowledged your mistake, and all you needed to say was yes. But you had to add that bit about changing your ways. Did I ask you to change?
Winston looked completely bewildered, staring at Andrew as if he were some kind of monster. He had seen bullies before, but never someone who bullied with such a complete lack of boundaries.
Finley’s mouth twitched as he thought, “Andrew, you truly are a demon. If you want to hit someone, just say so–why bother inventing imaginary crimes?”
Andrew clapped his hands casually. “Alright, let’s put an end to this matter. What do you say, Mr. Wright? Though I slapped you, it was because you deserved it. Raymond provoked me, so I trashed his club. I treat you all equally and fairly, without any personal bias!”
Winston’s mouth twitched again as he silently cursed, ‘No personal grudges, my ass! If Andrew thinks this will end here, he’s dreaming!‘
Despite the rage boiling inside him, Winston did not dare talk back and obediently replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t hold you responsible for anything."
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “So you were planning to hold me responsible before?”
Winston nearly wet himself in fear. “No, no, no! I never thought about holding you responsible, truly, never!”
His pathetic demeanor left Christina and Aspen in disbelief. Winston, the heir of Blumedale’s Wright family, had been reduced to such a submissive state by Andrew–acting like a perfect little angel.
Andrew waved dismissively. “That settles it then. You can go now. Remember what you said, Mr. Wright – we’re even!”
Winston supported himself on Jason as he struggled to his feet, rushing toward the hotel entrance in panic. “Absolutely, absolutely! I remember perfectly clearly!” he called back.
Winston did not even consider helping Raymond; he was disposable, and his life did not matter.
Suddenly, Andrew called out, “Wait a minute!”
Was this bastard going to push things even further?
Winston and Jason froze in their tracks. They were just a few yards from leaving the hotel.
Jason turned around shakily and said through clenched teeth, “Are you trying to force me to fight you to the death?