Yara glared at Nathan in anger as she demanded, “What did you just say?”
All eyes shifted to Nathan as they waited to see how the situation would evolve.
“I called you a B-*-T-C-H and asked you to let her go. Do you have a problem with that?”
A b*tch!
Yara was incensed when she heard that insult coming from Nathan again. She charged toward him in fury. “You a**hole! How dare you talk like that to me. I'll rip you to pieces!”
She stretched her hands out, ready to give the man a good scratching, but Nathan did not back off.
He raised his hand and slapped her in the face.
Immediately, blood poured out of her mouth as her cheek swelled. It took her a while before she could come back to her senses after the unexpected impact.
Holding her cheek with a trembling hand, Yara shook her head in disbelief. “Y-y-you! How dare you!” “You brought this on yourself,” he said calmly.
Yara was already quivering in rage when Wesson finally got a grip on himself.
He had poured in effort and time to make sure things turned out as planned. His intention was to make sure the foreigners had a pleasant experience tonight by hooking them up with the women. Yet, he had not expected Nathan to get involved and mess everything up.
His face darkened as he walked over. “Look here, young man. I don't remember seeing you at our school.
You can't just barge in and ruin—” “Shut the f*ck up!”
Nathan cut him short. He did not have patience for someone like Wesson.
“Well, it's not like I said something wrong. This is not even a reunion for the alumni. You invited so many female guests tonight, some of who are already married. Yet you still want to pair them up with the foreigners. Your action does not warrant courtesy on my side. This is equivalent to operating a brothel.”
“H-how preposterous!” Wesson exclaimed.
Seeing the man shaking in anger, Johnny stepped forward and consoled him, “Mr. Kane, don't get worked up because of this man. I'll take care of him. I'll make sure he pays for what he said to you.”
Wesson and Yara were delighted to hear his offer.
“Good. Make sure this brat tastes some blood,” Wesson said. “Don't be scared. I know people in the police. Besides, you're of foreign nationality, so you’re not subjected to our laws. You don't have to worry about killing him.”
“Yes,” Yara agreed. “Just kill him. Show the women you've got balls!”
Johnny sniggered. He rolled up his sleeves as he walked toward Nathan. “Come to Daddy, young man. Say you're sorry, and I'll spare you.” “Be careful what you say. You'll get beaten to a pulp if you're not careful with your words,” Nathan warned.
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