Chapter 447 A Stinging Slap
- Hearing Lewis Snow’s words, the rich brats standing around him wore a jumble of expressions. Slap themselves? That’d wreck their pride. Don’t do it? They were scared Lewis would come after them later. Damned if they do, damned if they don’t.
- Lewis swept a glance over them and said coolly, “You’ve got one minute to choose. When time’s up, I hit send.”
- Time dragged. The air got heavy and tense.