Humiliate

Devon clenched his fists tightly, wishing Eugene were right there so he could punch him. But that was just a fantasy.

However, it reminded him.

There were weapons everywhere outside.

The icy poison hail didn't melt, just touching the skin would cause a burning sensation. What about the liquid formed by the icy poison hail?

It would be even more agonizing!

He had been attacked by Eugene's weapons before, next time he would surely use poison hail. It was too easy and effective. The four professional bodyguards were instantly taken down without any chance to fight back.

What puzzled Devon was how Eugene melted the ice hail on such a cold day?

Did he wrap them in plastic and melt them with body heat?

Even so, he would freeze to death, and then melt ice?

Was he in a hurry to die?

So, what method did Eugene use?

If he couldn't melt the poison hail, its power would be limited, just like throwing stones.

Then, he thought of Delia, his woman, being toyed with by Eugene. Even if he was deep-hearted, his face twitched involuntarily.

He had planned to divorce Delia and marry this young and beautiful mistress. It wasn't just about his woman being played with, but she was someone he saw as his second wife.

Eugene, you must die!

His face turned pale, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Inside the villa.

Eugene released Delia. He had checked her thoroughly; she wasn't carrying any weapons and had passed a blood test, green, safe to go.

Her coat was already off, revealing a fitted dress underneath that accentuated her ample bosom.

E must be involved.

Devon had a good eye; he chose not only a beautiful mistress but also one with a great figure!

Lucky him.

However, Delia wasn't as nervous as he had imagined. She looked surprised, "You have heating here!"

Everyone who entered would involuntarily exclaim like that.

Because it was so cold outside.

Eugene smiled, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared, and you'll let me go?" Delia asked.

Eugene shook his head. He wouldn't let Delia go just to spite Devon, and besides, she was indeed beautiful and he was interested.

"I don't like forcing others," he said, "You can leave now, or you can choose to trade with me."

He pointed to a table of food, "Eat whatever you want!"

Delia couldn't help but lick her lips. After the apocalypse, she could only eat meat for the first two days — even dried meat, which was given to Devon and their son first. She didn't dare to ask for anything.

But now there was not only meat but even seafood on the table!

Food she had grown tired of was now so tempting.

She made a self-deprecating face, "Back then, these were all foods I was tired of. If someone told me I'd sell myself for these foods, I'd slap them."

But now, such trades weren't something everyone could get.

She sat down and started eating.

Eugene wasn't idle either, sitting next to her, pressing with both hands.

Impressive.

Though Delia's hands and mouth didn't stop, her eyes became blurred, her gaze dazed.

"So sensitive?" Eugene smirked.

Delia bit her lip, "Devon's body is weak; he needs medication every time. The effect only lasts for less than three minute."

No wonder she became resentful, easily moved, with unfulfilled desires.

Curious, Eugene asked, "Is the son Devon's?"

Delia glared at him, clearly upset, "Do you think I'm that kind of woman? When I was with Devon, I was still a virgin. Otherwise, why would he choose me to bear his child when he's so wealthy and influential?"

"But alas, I once dreamed of marrying into a wealthy family. Despite Devon being old enough to be my father, I couldn't resist the allure of a luxurious life and willingly gave birth to a child for an older man."

She suddenly gasped, "Ah—," glaring at Eugene, "You startled me with your sudden ambush."

Devon had waited for a full hour.

Finally.

With a "click," the iron gate opened. Delia walked out first, followed by Eugene, holding a stove.

The flashlight revealed Delia's flushed face, her eyes alluring, her hair slightly disheveled. It was clear she had been through something.

Devon's face darkened.

This was utterly humiliating!

Although Delia wasn't his wife, she was his son's mother. What's the difference?

As the CEO of a billion-dollar company, how could he bear such humiliation, especially in front of so many people?

A disgrace!

"Eugene," he gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to bite Eugene to death.

Unfazed, Eugene set down the stove, added charcoal, and brought out a pot from the room. With a "click," the electric light turned on, revealing boiling hot red oil and ingredients.

He was making hotpot!

Everyone's mouth watered involuntarily, their hunger and cold making the hotpot even more enticing.

Eugene was so wicked to tempt them like this!

Devon, however, paid no attention to the hotpot, only beckoning Delia, "Come here!"

Trembling, Delia approached.

Eugene then brought out plates of meat and vegetables. Smiling slightly, he looked at the crowd, their faces filled with longing.

"Want to eat?" he asked casually.

Who wouldn't want to?

But who dared to come forward?

Ignoring the water gun in Eugene's hand, what about the sprinkler system that could spray toxic water at any moment?

But Eugene was too close to the iron gate, he could easily rush into the villa. What about the others?

However, the aroma of the hotpot was irresistible, making them drool uncontrollably.

Eugene began to cook the meat, dipping it into sauce. Oh, it was too hot! He almost spat it out but managed to cool it down in his mouth before starting to chew.

Delicious!

Swallowing, Eugene said, "It's simple if you want to eat. Just bow to me, and shout 'stupid Devon.'"

The crowd hesitated.

Bowing was one thing; dignity was overrated these days. But insulting Devon was a line they wouldn't cross.

Who would dare to insult their boss?

Would they still be able to work together after this?

Devon's eyebrows twitched. Eugene was undermining his authority.

If he allowed such humiliation, how could he lead the others in the future?

This would be a stain on his reputation forever.

Staring at Eugene, he wanted to order an attack, but his four bodyguards were still lying on the ground, already unconscious. If he ordered them to charge, what if Eugene activated the sprinkler system?

Nobody would be that foolish.

Eugene smiled, "Why should I eat hotpot anywhere else when I know no one would dare to touch me here? You're underestimating me."

Devon felt his teeth grinding, almost biting down too hard as he spat out his words, "You're just a nouveau riche, what's there to be proud of?"

Eugene laughed, "Didn't Devon boss also rise from humble beginnings? He only became successful after getting support from his in-laws. So, neither of us started from scratch. What gives you the right to mock me?"

"Besides, if we're talking about wealth now... Devon boss, aren't you just as poor as anyone else?"

"Do you all want to eat hotpot?"

"My previous offer had a time limit, now there's only 30... 29... 28..."

Hearing the countdown, the crowd grew anxious.

Only 30 seconds to decide? Too short!

We're hungry!

And there's meat!

Finally, someone couldn't resist. They knelt down, bowed to Eugene, and whispered to Devon, "Sorry," then shouted, "Stupid!"

The tension was palpable, with Eugene's wit and Devon's pride clashing, all while a hotpot sizzled nearby.