My beautiful boss
Chapter 194 Whose Lackeys Were They
Two minutes later, Peter asked, "Griffith, do you know the difference between you and me?" He sat on the sofa with his arm around Shelly, just as the pretentious rich men from the capital did.
"How dare you! You will regret treating me like this, you son of a bitch!" Griffith roared.
"Looks like you could use more beating. Hey, you two, do you need me to teach you how to do your jobs?" Peter asked, unsatisfied with their performance.
Hearing this made the two feel pressured to give stronger blows.
'Damn it, not only does he make us beat ourselves up, he also gets crazy when he's unhappy. What can we possibly do about that?' they thought.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The two men slapped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to slap themselves if they left him unsatisfied.
Watching, the beautiful ladies around them were confused.
'Weren't the men here to teach Peter a lesson? What were they doing to themselves? Why are Griffith's own men beating him up?'
If they did not know better, they would think that the two men were Peter's, not Griffith's.
A few minutes later, Peter gestured them to stop. "Do you know the difference between you and me?" he asked once again.
"What the fuck," Griffith replied. The two were panting, but hearing Griffith's words, they prepared themselves for the command to resume the beating.
"Damn it, do you want to die?
Haven't you had enough?" one said.
"If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't get us involved, will you?" added the other.
"If it weren't for you and your sick plan to get back at Peter, we wouldn't be here and be humiliated like this!
This is all your fault!" they exclaimed.
In anger, the two men slapped Griffith harder and harsher until their hands grew numb.
Griffith almost wanted to weep. 'Are these really my men? Why are they acting more as if they were Peter's?
insulting, ' he
out, he was the one being crushed, and by his own men too!
"I..." Smack.
"Surrender..." Smack.
"I..." Smack.
"Surrender..." Smack.
word. He could
commanded with a wave of
the difference between
do. I do," Griffith finally answered. He didn't have the
for nothing, you're a bastard and you are no match for me, five times. Then, I
said Peter casually.
humiliating. If he said those words out loud, would he still have a face to show? What would
seems you haven't had enough slaps," Peter
and
Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a
is your voice so soft? Do you want me to
am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no
himself harder and shouted even louder, tears
evil Peter was. He did not do things the way
Crack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match for
felt as if he would pass out
is making me lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our meal somewhere else,"
arm around her and looked at Griffith with
they were about to leave, he threw him a disdainful kick.
so ashamed he wanted to
a way to get out, he
happened was just
speechless. Giggling in response to what Peter said, she replied, "You're such a bad man, Peter. You really gave the man a hard
patted Shelly's shapely ass. "How can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this mean you don't like
Shelly apologized immediately. A few moments later, she looked at
your hand away now? People are looking at
apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He pretended to look embarrassed, but he wasn't, really.