Contemptuous mockery echoed around them.
Kenneth was such a wuss! He had called Charlie ‘dad’ three times over the course of a few minutes!
Was he really the chairman of the renowned Modestway Group? He was such an embarrassment to himself and his company!
Regardless, Kenneth couldn’t care less about any of that!
A great man knew when to yield and when not to.
You had to be alive, and only then could you use your manhood, right?
If you were dead, what good was your manhood, then?
So, he quickly went toward Charlie to butter him up. “Dad, please be merciful and forgive me, please! I swear, I’ll be forever in your debt, daddy!”
Charlie waved his hand and laughed. “You should have called me dad earlier when I asked nicely. It’s too late now.”
Kenneth gaped in surprise, thinking that Charlie wanted to mess with him. He pleaded desperately while tears drenched his cheeks, “Dad, please, I’m sorry, daddy! Please forgive me…”
Charlie looked at Wendy who was standing in a daze and said flatly, “Wendy Wilson, your sugar daddy is already on his knees. Why are you still standing?”
Wendy was startled at his remark and mumbled, “What… what do you mean…”
Kenneth stretched his hand out, violently pulling Wendy down on her knees as he chided, “Did you leave your brain at home, idiot? Don’t you know you need to kneel before you can speak to my dad?!”
Kenneth’s desire to survive was way stronger than reputation, dignity, and honor. This was his last resort.
Wendy knelt on the floor like a stone statue, not daring to move nor speak. Kenneth glanced at Charlie desperately and asked, “Daddy, are you happy now?”
Charlie shook his head. “Not really.”
Kenneth’s heart skipped a beat. “What can I do to make you happy?”
A mischievous smile appeared on Charlie’s face as he said, “Call me ‘Grandpa’. Let me see how it makes me feel. If I’m happy with it, I can consider letting you go.”
Kenneth wished he could die right there and then.
He had to be out of his mind today. Why did he want to cause trouble with Charlie in the first place?! Not only did he not get anything beneficial from it, but he had run out of luck!
He was beaten, forced on his knees, had had to call Charlie daddy, had peed his pants…
And now, he had to call Charlie ‘Grandpa’…
It was the ultimatum of embarrassment…
Seeing his hesitation, Charlie asked coldly, “Why? You don’t want to?”
Kenneth trembled in panic and said, “Yes, yes, I do!”
Then, he knocked his head to the floor and cried loudly, “Grandpa! I’m sorry, please forgive me!”
Charlie frowned. “Who am I?”
Tears flowed down Kenneth’s cheeks like rivers. “You’re my grandpa!”
“And who are you?”
“I’m your grandson…”
Charlie nodded with a sly smile. “Good. Never knew I could be a grandfather at such a young age. In that case, I’ll spare you.”
Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up and leave when…
“Hold on!” Charlie stopped him. “You want to leave just like that? Don’t you have to say something first?”