The fatty's outstretched hand was caught by Waylon Lewis in one swift motion, creating a "crack" sound.
The fatty let out a series of howls.
Suddenly, everyone in the private room sobered up considerably.
"Presi... President Lewis... You, it hurts, hurts, hurts..."
Waylon Lewis's expression was cold and menacing, immediately filling the spacious private room with an intense chill.
"Boss?" Elias Patel saw the scene and quickly stepped forward to intervene, but was stopped by a cold glance from Waylon Lewis.
"I love it when my wife is in charge of me, I love spoiling her, what about it? Do you have a problem with that?"
The people in the room looked at each other and realized the gravity of the situation upon seeing the expression on Waylon Lewis's face and quickly shook their heads.
