Chapter 120
Jace was scared. He said with a pleading expression, “Steven, I made a mistake. Please forgive me for the sake of our longtime friendship from our school days.”
Steven said coldly, “Don’t you dare bring that up.”
“Okay. Please forgive me. I promise I’ll never disrespect you again.” With that, Jace lightly slapped the other side of his face, trying to look sincere.
Steven taunted, “You call that a slap? It seems you still want to be carried out of here.”
Jace’s lips twitched. He raised his hand with resignation and slapped himself hard across the face.
Steven said, “Harder!”
Jace gritted his teeth and gave himself another hard slap across the face. His entire face stung with pain. The hostesses beside him winced sympathetically as their expressions mirrored his pain.
“I can’t feel your sincerity. Get down on your knees and keep slapping.” Steven would never show mercy to a scum like Jace.
Jace dropped to his knees with a thud and continued slapping himself until his mouth started bleeding.
Steven then looked at Gerald. “Mr. Wright, why are you hesitating?”
Given his status, Gerald naturally refused to slap himself. “Steven, my dad is Edison Wright, the deputy chairman of Elite Business Association. Do you really want to mess with me?”
“If you don’t do it, I’ll do it myself. But I won’t hold back. I might just kill you with a single slap.” With that, Steven walked toward Gerald.
Gerald was terrified. He quickly knelt and started slapping himself. Meanwhile, Damian was very alert on the side. Without Steven saying a word, he raised his hand and delivered a slap to his face.
The sound of slaps echoed inside the private room. As the three of them continued slapping themselves, blood trickled from their mouths and noses.
The hostesses were breathless with terror. They had never witnessed such a scene in their lives. Today was truly eye–opening for them.
“Girls, come over here.” Steven’s words startled them. They quickly apologized and begged for forgiveness.
Steven said, “Don’t worry. I won’t hit you.” Hearing this, the hostesses breathed a sigh of relief.
Steven continued, “Who wanted me to lick their shoes just now? Since you all enjoy watching people lick their shoes, now each of you will lick their shoes. And then I’ll let you go.”
Gerald couldn’t help but snap, “Hell no! I won’t do it.” Slapping himself had already pushed him to his limit. There was no way he could bring himself to lick the shoes of these hostesses.
“If you don’t do it, then you’ll die!” Steven moved and quickly arrived in front of Gerald. He grasped his neck and lifted him.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Jace hurriedly crawled over to the hostesses. He took off one of their high heels and began to lick it. Upon seeing this, Damian also quickly followed suit.
Steven loosened his grip and asked, “Mr. Wright, do you want to die, or do you want to lick the shoes?”
Gerald coughed violently, and his face turned pale. After a while, he said, “I’ll do it.”
Steven instructed, “Kimberly, take off your shoe and let him lick it clean.”
Kimberly dared not disobey. She took off her shoe and threw it in front of Gerald. Gerald picked up the shoe and began to lick it. Adam watched silently from the side, not daring to make a noise.
These three scions were regular patrons of Joy Club, each with an influential background. However, they had been humiliated terribly tonight. They probably had never suffered this kind of humiliation before.
“You, come here.”
