He had no idea that his voice resonated through the private room and reached everyone’s ears because he was put on speaker.
Vita and John still seemed fine, but Drogo looked like he had just seen a ghost.
The most terrified person present was Mr. Heron.
He did not expect Jasper to know his father, let alone hear his father talk to Jasper like a servant to their master.
“I’m having dinner at a private kitchen with a very famous blowfish dish,” Jasper said calmly.
While confused, Gerry still replied pleasingly, “That restaurant? I know of it. I’ve eaten there twice. The blowfish dish is pretty good. Hehe, are you there too, Mr. Laine? Could I come and toast you?”
‘Gerry, the ex- gang leader, wanted to come over to toast Jasper!’
‘And this was suggested by Gerry himself!’
From his tone, it did not seem like Gerry was kidding. At this moment, both Drogo and Mr. Heron had sweat beading over their forehead.
They both looked at Jasper as if they had seen a ghost.
Jasper replied slowly, “There’s no need to toast me. But there’s a Mr. Heron here who pointed at my nose and gave me a scolding. This blowfish dish sure does seem delicious, but it doesn’t seem like I have to right to eat it becomes this Mr. Heron wants it instead.”
Gerry’s breath immediately turned heavy on the other end of the line.
He was also surprised by what he heard.
“Mr… Mr. Laine, could I ask if this Mr. Heron is my son Geoffrey?”
Gerry’s voice was shaking when he asked this.
From anger, but more so from terror.
He knew Jasper’s methods and understood his son’s character well.
If his stupid son had offended Jasper, then Gerry should start packing to leave Waterhoof City that night itself.
“Let him tell you himself.”
Jasper directly handed Geoffrey the phone.
Geoffrey shuddered and took the phone. Putting it to his ear, he said sorrowfully, “Dad, it… it’s me.”
Geoffrey was not stupid, for he immediately turned the speaker off once he received the phone.
No one knew What Gerry said over the phone, but Geoffrey’s entire body shuddered and his complexion paled as well.
He then looked at Jasper with utter fear in his eyes.
A moment later, Geoffrey walked over to Jasper shakily and…
Thud.
Geoffrey directly knelt before Jasper.
He did not actually fall to his knees too hard.
Yet, it made Drogo shiver from where he stood at the door. His legs felt weak and he almost knelt onto the floor himself.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Laine!”
Without another word, Geoffrey began to slap himself. His face was swollen after four to five slaps, and his nose began to bleed. He looked both pitiful and tragic.
After slapping himself, Geoffrey handed Jasper the phone with both hands courteously and wailed, “Please forgive me, Mr. Laine!”
Jasper crossed his legs and looked at Geoffrey with a crescent eyed smile. He did not take the phone back nor did he say anything.
Geoffrey clenched his jaw and put the phone on the table in front of Jasper, then raised his hand to slap himself another seven to eight times.
Slap slap slap.
The sounds of flesh smacking flesh rang out continuously.
He did this as if he showed no desire to stop as long as Jasper did not ask for it.
A dull thud rang out and Jasper looked up to see Drogo’s legs going limp and him finally falling to the floor.
At that moment, a figure also appeared at the door.
It was a young and energized man with quite a dignified aura around him. One glance was all it took to tell that this was the son of a wealthy and renowned family.
The man glanced around the room before his gaze fell on Geoffrey, who was slapping himself as he knelt in front of Jasper. Something instantly flickered in the man’s eyes subtly.
Then a smile graced his features as he spoke to Jasper calmly.
“My friend, Geoffrey is here to treat me to dinner today. Aren’t you humiliating him and me by doing such a thing?”
