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Hannah told Zeke what had happened from the beginning.
What!
Zeke was enraged. He picked up the fork and took a bite of the pasta!
Pfft!
He spat out the pasta as soon as they touched his lips!
It was just too salty! In fact, it was no different from eating salt on its own!
He was certain that his father-in-law would suffer a relapse if he had finished the two plates of salt-ridden pasta!
At that very moment, he had condemned Henry to death.
Henry first stole a glance at Zeke’s outfit, followed by a double-take at his beat-up Santana, and he gasped for air
momentarily.
Damn, Daniel and Hannah. It seems like they both are bigger fools than I thought them to be.
It was bad enough they refused to accept him as a son-in-law, but did they have to welcome a bloody beggar
instead?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWere they implying that I, Henry Jones, was no better than a beggar?
He hollered angrily, “Daniel, the pasta is getting cold. You had better pick up the pace and eat them while they are
still warm.”
Zeke stopped Daniel and glared at Henry Jones with daggers in his eyes. “No. I am ordering you right now to finish
these two plates of pasta. If there is even a drop of sauce left, you will feel my wrath.”
At that instant, Henry burst out laughing, “Haha, quit the tough act. You must be Daniel’s son-in-law. What’s the
matter? Feeling sorry for your father-in-law? Alright, I will allow you to finish the pasta on his behalf.”
Slap!
Without any warning nor word, Zeke gave Henry a slap across the face. “I will not repeat myself,” he said.
“You will finish the goddamn pasta right now!”
Henry stared blankly at Zeke in shock.
He was at a loss for words but finally gathered himself. “Did you really just hit me?”, he questioned.
Slap!
Soon after, Zeke sent his palm flying across Henry’s face once again and said, “Yes I did. You should have no doubt
about this one either.”
Damn!
Henry Jones stomped his feet in anger and stood up with a vengeance. “I am a star, with throngs of fans and
admirers. How dare you touch me, you mere beggar!” he yelled.
“I will have your head, no, more than that. I will decimate you and ruin your family’s fortune!”
With that Henry whipped out his phone and called Lacey. “Lacey Hinton, you better come home right now. Your
useless husband struck me. If I do not have both your apology given to me by you while you are on your knees, I
guarantee you Linton Group will go bankrupt!”
With that, he hung up the phone. He clenched his teeth as he said, “Williams, you have no idea, do you. I am the
star artiste of Grand Empire Group, and Grand Empire Group owns Eastend Martial Arts Association. One word from
Eastend Martial Arts Association, and you will disappear from the face of this planet!”
“My God-father is the benefactor of Eastend, Gavin Zachary. One word from him and your Linton Group will
crumble in ashes!”
Slap!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithout uttering a single word, Zeke swiftly sent yet another slap across his face. “You have no right to speak until
you finish these two plates of pasta,” he commented.
Now it was Zeke’s turn to be at a loss for words. This was no ordinary fool.
He claims to be the star artiste of Grand Empire Group, yet he is still clueless that Grand Empire Group had
changed ownership.
Henry Jones was raving mad.
Williams struck me repeatedly without warning and without reason.
He could not comprehend his thoughts at all.
Not only that, but his face had swelled up!
Mrs. Jones was in tears over her son and ran up to Zeke. “You filthy ba****d! How dare you touch my boy! I will kill
you, kill you...”
Slap!
To everyone’s surprise, Zeke struck Mrs. Jones as well. “A mother has to take responsibility for her son’s mistakes as
well. You are no better than him and need to be taught a lesson too,” he said to her after.
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