"What? Weren't you all arrogant just a moment ago? Scared now?" Fletcher approached, his gaze cold and predatory.
"Mr. King, it's a misunderstanding, truly..." Griffin stammered and forced a weak smile, acting subservient.
"Misunderstanding? Screw your misunderstanding!"
Slap! Slap!
Fletcher slapped Griffin twice, hard.
Two red handprints immediately appeared on his face.
Griffin, though seething, forced a conciliatory smile.
"Mr. King, my father has connections with your father. Could you let this go? I'll host a banquet tomorrow to apologize."
"Let it go? Who do you think you are?" Fletcher jabbed a finger into Griffin's forehead, pushing him backward with each jab.
Griffin, utterly humiliated, could only shrink back, silent.
"Hey! You bullies! Ganging up on someone isn't impre
