The crowd felt a shiver running down their spines when they heard the person’s voice. They instinctively turned their heads around in the direction of the voice. All they saw was a stern-looking, middle-aged man who was dressed in a full Armani suit and Veilisr leather shoes. Another man stood behind the first man—this man didn’t seem to dress up as extravagantly as the first man, but the clothes he wore didn’t seem to be cheap either. All of the guests quickly recognized these two men—they were the president of Dune Enterprise, Andy, and his trusty housekeeper, Arthur. Andy was the one who had the largest say in the Dune Enterprise, and Arthur was his right-hand man. Christopher turned to see Andy at the same time. The cold look on Andy’s face made it seem like he was about to turn his surroundings into ice, and his aura as the president of the Dune Enterprise was evident from the way he glared at Cyrus and the bodyguards. All of the bodyguards turned pale and weak after they heard what Andy said. Ultimately, they were just doing their jobs; they had no choice but to leave Dune Enterprise if their boss was dissatisfied with their work. These guards groaned on the inside when they realized how Cyrus had put them in such a disadvantageous position. They knew that Andy wouldn’t punish Cyrus too severely, and that they were the ones who would get it harder.“Christopher is one of the guests that I invited today, Cyrus. Have I not taught you how to treat your guests in the past? Why don’t you explain yourself?” Andy uttered flatly as he glanced in Cyrus’s direction—he didn’t even bother to lay his eyes on Crystal. After listening to what Andy had to say, Cyrus looked nothing but dumbfounded. How could my father lecture me in front of everyone? Did he just threaten to chop off all of the bodyguards’ arms because of this Christopher guy here? I’ve never heard my father say such things—he’s only acting this way now that Christopher is here. Cyrus seemed to understand something at that moment, and he took a deep breath before he spoke. “I’m sorry for offending you earlier, Mr. Yard.” Cyrus clenched his fists and hesitated for a moment, but he ended up apologizing to Christopher. Christopher shifted his gaze to Cyrus before giving the other man a sneer. Does he think that he’ll be able to douse my flames of anger just by saying that? He certainly underestimated me, then. “I want you to slap yourself on the face twice.” After looking at Andy’s expression, Christopher turned back to Cyrus before he gave out his orders. His face was blank and emotionless as he spoke. “Don’t overstep your boundaries here, Christopher!” Cyrus growled. He tensed up immediately after he heard what Christopher said. Veins popped up on the surface of Cyrus’s arms—he seemed like he was on the verge of losing control of his own emotions. Even the rest of the doctors and chefs in the crowd widened their eyes in response to Christopher’s words. Isn’t this guy a little too cocky? He’s in the Dune Residence right now; how could he ask Cyrus to give himself two slaps to himself? It’d be fine if Andy were the one who gave such orders, and it’d be fine if Christopher were to give the same orders to another regular person. But how could he say such a thing to Cyrus when everyone else in this room is trying to flatter and please Cyrus?! Sure, Cyrus might have threatened and cursed at him earlier—is that why he’s trying to get his revenge now? Is he ignoring the fact that Andy is right here and that he’s in the Dune Residence? Does he want to get revenge that badly? Things are about to get heated! Either one of the men—Christopher or Cyrus—is about to suffer! It’ll all depend on how Andy deals with this. Andy seemed rather stunned when he first heard what Christopher said. His eyes glinted as he contemplated the situation for a while. After staring at Christopher for a few seconds, Andy turned to his own son. “Cyrus! Slap yourself!” According to Arthur’s research, Christopher was able to cook up the Hundred Tonics Nourishing Soup, the Instantly Handsome Pie, and the Beauty Soup—all of these were dishes that kept others wanting more after they tasted it. Apparently, it was so tasty that individuals would be tempted to eat their own tongues after they finished their meal! It was clear that Christopher had some god-like cooking skills. In fact, Christopher might have been qualified as a five-star chef, and there were less than a hundred five-star chefs in the whole of Madrila. That made Christopher a rare creature. Andy had hired all the chefs and doctors over because he was desperate for a way to allow his father to feel passionate about good food once more. He had spent 2 million just to get Christopher to drop by. Being the successful businessman he was, Andy wasn’t about to chase Christopher out after investing money into him—no proper business person would do such a thing. More importantly, Christopher had managed to treat Harold’s illness when all of the other doctors couldn’t do anything about it. Christopher’s impressive medical skills made it more unlikely for Andy to send him off just like that. After much contemplation, Andy finally gave his son his orders. Cyrus’s lips twitched with annoyance after he heard what Andy said. It looks like I’ve really underestimated Christopher. I can’t believe my father is willing to do such a thing just to make Christopher stay. At that moment, Cyrus felt his insides trembling. Even his hands were shaking as he felt regret building up in his chest. He regretted provoking a man like Christopher, and he had just learned that Christopher wasn’t a man he could afford to mess with. Cyrus had already raised his right hand to his own cheek when Christopher’s voice sounded in the hall once more. Cyrus felt his entire body stiffening when he heard what Christopher said. “After the protest you just made, I’ve added one slap as a punishment. It’s three slaps now!” Christopher smirked at the other man. All along, Christopher had always hated when others tried to bargain for an easier way out. He was trying to escape his punishment, wasn’t he? I told him to slap himself twice, and he didn’t want to do it. I’ll get him to do it thrice, then! Let’s see if he’ll be a little more obedient now! Nearly every person in the audience let out a soft gasp when they heard what Christopher said. The chefs and doctors weren’t just surprised at that point; they were completely stupefied. Holy sh*t! Stop this already! We’re about to lose our minds if this goes on. Cyrus turned to look at his father after Christopher finished his sentence. When Cyrus saw that his father didn’t comment on the situation, Cyrus raised his trembling right hand up to his cheek before giving himself three slaps. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three sharp and clear smacks rang loud in the hall of the villa. All of the people felt their bodies jolting every time they heard a smack coming from Cyrus. They felt as if their heart rates were increasing just by watching the person slapping himself. After Cyrus completed his three slaps, he sank into a chair beside him. He was too afraid to speak at that point—he was afraid that things would get worse than three slaps if he were to say anything else. Meanwhile, Crystal stared at Cyrus’s dejected figure with a perplexed look on her face. She then glanced at Christopher and Andy before seemingly coming to a realization. All blood seemed to drain out of her face after that. Christopher’s lips curled into a faint smile when he saw the pale look on Crystal’s face. He spoke up before the woman could say anything. “There’s something else that I’d like to tell you, President Dune,” he uttered.