But now, he deeply regretted it. He looked like a worn-out old man.
"What's wrong? Don't have the heart to slap yourself?" Mr. Wilson's smile was cruel; he wanted to tear him to pieces.
He loved to play with people's minds.
Take his naive wife, for example. Besides doting on him, she did little else. Her family's business had gradually fallen into his hands, and even though he toyed with her emotions, she still treated him well. Life was incredibly comfortable.
He lived like a king every day.
She had been away for the past few days, and he felt a little unaccustomed to her absence.
He had many women on the side, but he liked Sophia the best. She had more tricks up her sleeve and knew how to have fun.
And his wife knew nothing. Watching her foolishly thinking of his well-being every day brought him great pleasure.
Now, playing with Nathan's woman and making him slap himself—the feeling was just too satisfying.
"Wilson, you'll die a miserable death."
For the sake of his future plans, Nathan slapped himself hard across the face twice.
The sharp sounds of the slaps echoed in the room.
Sophia watched Nathan hit himself, finding it hard to believe.
Nathan was so proud and concerned with his image, a man who would abandon his own biological daughter to raise hers, was now obediently slapping himself.
Sophia sneered in disbelief. "Nathan, you're so pathetic!"
Nathan's eyes were dark as he looked at her coldly. "Mr. Wilson, I did as you asked. Can I go now?"
"Get lost!" Mr. Wilson waved his hand impatiently. This was boring. Nathan had no backbone at all. It was no fun.


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