Chapter 427

Andrew approached Charlie with an unwavering gaze, stopping him in his tracks. "You still have—" Charlie began, but his words were cut short as he felt a sharp sting on his face. "That slap is for harassing Tiff," Andrew said coldly. Charlie barely had time to react before Andrew's hand came down again, harder this time, striking him square on the cheek. Charlie stumbled, his mind reeling from the shock. The second slap left him dazed. "And this one," Andrew continued, "is to remind you to stop throwing threats around. You're not nearly as important as you think. Learn to keep a low profile." A third slap followed, stars dancing in Charlie's vision as his head buzzed. He struggled to stay upright. "And this," Andrew’s voice lowered dangerously, "is a warning. Keep pushing, and you might lose more than your dignity." The three consecutive slaps left Charlie stunned while everyone in the room watched, speechless. No one could believe what they had just seen. Andrew had just s