Chapter 82

"You lowlife! How dare you hit me?" Zeke's face swollen on both sides after taking the slaps. His blood and teeth littered the floor.

"Are you convinced now?” Frederick asked coldly. “Kneel and call me daddy, or I'll keep hitting you!"

"I'm a director at Prospera Corporation! You think you could just hit me and get away with it? Don't you know I can fire you?" Zeke roared furiously.

Jennifer intervened calmly. "All personnel decisions are mine to make, Uncle Zeke. You might be a director, but you don't have the authority to fire employees."

Frederick's slaps rained down faster, each one landing with increased ferocity on Zeke's already battered face.

Zeke's face was a bloody mess, with severe wounds to a large portion of it. Bleeding profusely from his nose and mouth, he turned to the others for help.

"Dad! Brother! Uncles! Are you all just going to stand there and watch him beat me?"

However, the others remained indifferent. Clearly, they thought it was just Zeke's bad luck to