chapter 3
I stared at Diana in disbelief, my face pale. "Is what she said true?"
Diana looked displeased. "So what if you know? You're broke and miserable, of course I wouldn't want you!"
With that, she grabbed the water glass on the table and splashed it in my face.
She snorted coldly. "Look at you now, all pathetic. You can't even compare to my boyfriend!"
After speaking, she turned and kissed Nathan, her face full of sweetness.
Nathan grinned even more smugly and pushed Diana aside, squatting in front of me.
He whispered, "See that? Money is everything. Even your goddess has to bow down to me."
"You beast!" I roared angrily, struggling to get up, but the other classmates pinned me down even tighter.
Nathan stomped on my face and crushed it hard.
He said, "Lick my shoes clean, and this fifty-dollar tip is yours. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this room!"
"I am the president of Lynch Group. Who do you think you are to make me clean your shoes?" I raged, glaring at him fiercely, directly revealing my identity.
I thought they would stop messing around after hearing my identity, but instead, they exchanged glances and burst into loud laughter.
"You just said you were the restaurant owner, and now you're the president of Lynch Group. Do you have delusions? How shameless can you be?"
"The president of Lynch Group is worth billions. Why would he be working here as a waiter?"
"Looks like that glass of water wasnt enough to wake you up. Let me give you something stronger!"
One of them had a malicious glint in his eyes, let out a cold laugh, and turned to the restroom in the private room. Seconds later, he came back holding a basin of dirty water scooped from the toilet and poured it all over me.
I was instantly soaked from head to toe. They immediately burst into laughter, pointing at me as if mocking a homeless person.
I couldnt take it anymore. I used all my strength to break free from them, took out my phone, and dialed Kaydens number. Bring people over right now
Before I could finish speaking, Nathan snatched my phone and smashed it underfoot.
He sneered, "You still dare to call for help? Are you planning to bring a bunch of waiters to back you up?"
I stared at his hateful face, my soaked body trembling uncontrollably. I wanted to lunge at him and hit him, but the others pinned me down again, forcing me to kneel on the ground.
Nathan's smile was nauseating, his greasy face full of malice.
He squatted in front of me, smiling as he said, "If you want me to let you go, sure. Just bark like a dog a few times and shout, 'Bradley is Nathan's dog,' and I'll let you go. How about that?"
"Spit! In your dreams!" I spat at him fiercely, my eyes filled with hatred, wishing I could tear him apart at that moment!
He wiped his face and sneered at me. "Ungrateful! Today I'll make you understand that your waiter job is worth less than my dog!"
He suddenly stood up and commanded, "Do it!"
Hearing that, they immediately started shoving my head into the toilet. Even more disgusting, someone actually unbuckled their belt, trying to pee on my head!