Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Drinking the Footwash Water
"Hahahaha." The crowd behind them started laughing again.
Damien Vaughn remained unmoved, watching them.
"Are you finished?"
"Finished. Nothing may have happened today, but you can’t keep an eye on a devious woman like her. You should break up with her sooner rather than later. Seeing as you’re a victim too, I’ll make an exception on President Lewis’s behalf and won’t hold this against you. You can go."
As he spoke, he once again tried to push Damien Vaughn’s leg aside to help President Lewis up. But President Lewis was livid.
"You son of a bitch, Mason! You knew that woman was nothing but trouble, and you still pushed her on me! Are you even human? Besides, who the hell are you to let him go on my behalf? I called you over here to beat him up for me!"
"How dare he lay a hand on me? I’ve never been so wronged in my entire life!"
It wasn’t that President Mason was afraid to take care of Damien Vaughn, but this place...
"Lewis. Let’s talk about this later. Getting that woman to accompany you tonight already broke the rules here. If we make a scene and someone overhears... Do you have any idea who owns this hotel?"
"I don’t give a damn who owns it! I didn’t even get to do anything, so what dirt do they have on me? What can they do? Besides, he started it! I was just defending myself! Forget some stupid hotel, I wouldn’t be scared even at the police station!"
’How eloquently put.’
Seeing him so fired up, President Mason worried their deal would fall through. He had no choice but to turn to Damien Vaughn with a menacing look.
"Well, my hands are tied. I wanted to help you, buddy. Who told you to be so eager to die?"
With a wave of his hand, the men behind him charged forward in unison.
Damien Vaughn didn’t even blink. Just as their hands were about to touch his clothes, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Ryan’s young, handsome face appeared in the doorway.
"President Vaughn."
Hearing the commotion, everyone turned in unison to see another man had shown up.
"Who the fuck are you? Who said you could come in?"
"My apologies, President Vaughn. I’m late."
Ryan ignored them, walked in, and nodded respectfully to Damien Vaughn.
Damien Vaughn looked at him calmly. "Did you call Wyatt Wynn?"
"I did. President Wynn happened to be here as well. He’s on his way over."
Damien Vaughn’s gaze shifted from Ryan’s face and swept over the men in front of him.
"You may continue."
But now they didn’t dare to make a move.
They had felt from the start that Damien Vaughn had an extraordinary air about him, handsome as a movie star, and they couldn’t shake the feeling they’d seen him somewhere before.
Now, hearing this newcomer call him "President Vaughn," something felt very off.
"Who exactly are you? What Wyatt Wynn? Which Wyatt Wynn?"
President Mason knew the owner of this hotel’s surname was Wynn. He had been lucky enough to see him once on a previous visit.
He had heard the Wynn Family was extremely powerful in Veridia.
’Don’t tell me he knows the hotel owner?’
Ryan didn’t know what had happened, but seeing these men looking maliciously at President Vaughn as if about to attack him, he took a step forward and announced threateningly.
"This is our president, Damien Vaughn, the President of the Vaughn Group. And who are you?"
"Wyatt Wynn is the Executive President of this hotel. You come here to spend money and you don’t even know who the boss is?"
Their minds went blank in an instant.
They stared at each other, their faces growing uglier by the second.
’The President of the Vaughn Group?’
’Vaughn... V... This is Damien Vaughn?’
’Impossible! Who are they trying to fool?’
’Why would the great President of the Vaughn Group come here and get into a fight over a mere assistant?’
"Stop fucking bluffing! You’re really trying to flatter yourselves! Him, Damien Vaughn? If he’s Damien Vaughn, then I’m Damien Vaughn’s father!"
President Mason’s arrogant words had barely faded when Wyatt Wynn walked in, followed by a group of sharply dressed security guards.
"Who is Damien Vaughn’s father? My uncle came back to life? I must hurry and pay my respects."
Everyone turned to see another man with an imposing aura, followed by a squad of security guards. This time, President Mason completely panicked.
He recognized him. This was the hotel owner, Wyatt Wynn!
’This guy actually knows the owner! Could he really be Damien Vaughn?’
"President... President Wynn?"
"You know me?"
Wyatt Wynn kicked the sprawling President Lewis aside, shoved away the man next to him with a look of disgust, walked over to Damien Vaughn, and sat down beside him, looking at President Mason.
"Aren’t you Damien Vaughn’s father? A man of your noble stature actually recognizes me?"
"No, no, no, President Wynn, please don’t say that. I was just joking."
"Joking? Making jokes about President Vaughn’s deceased father? You’re hilarious."
"I... I... I..."
Wyatt Wynn looked at Damien Vaughn. "Sorry, Damien. I let some classless brute in. My apologies for the eyesore."
Damien Vaughn stretched his long legs out and shot Wyatt Wynn an annoyed glance.
"That’s it?"
’Of course that couldn’t be it!’
Wyatt Wynn jutted his chin toward the security team behind him, and someone immediately understood and closed the door.
Wyatt Wynn looked at President Mason. "You’re in big trouble. As you can see, President Vaughn is angry. So, what are you going to do?"
’So he really is Damien Vaughn!’
President Mason’s legs trembled with fear. He dropped to his knees with a THUD and began slapping himself hard across the face.
"I’m sorry, President Vaughn! I’m so sorry, President Vaughn! I was blind to your greatness and didn’t recognize you! I accidentally offended you! I deserve to die, I deserve to die! I apologize, I’ll kowtow to you! I beg you, as a great man, to be the bigger person and not lower yourself to my level!"
He kowtowed on the floor with a series of THUDS. Wyatt Wynn glanced at the other men standing behind him.
"What about it? Are your bones harder than his?"
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The men behind him, terrified, also dropped to their knees one after another.
"We’re sorry, President Vaughn! We’re sorry, President Vaughn! We were blind! We deserve to die! Please be the bigger person..."
The room filled with the sound of slapping.
Wyatt Wynn felt extremely satisfied. He reached out and playfully patted Damien Vaughn’s chest a couple of times.
"How about it, President Vaughn? Why don’t you be the bigger person and spare them for today?"
Damien Vaughn swatted his hand away in disgust.
"Wyatt Wynn, are you that desperate for money? You’re letting any classless riff-raff in here. They’ve stunk up a perfectly good hotel."
"Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right. I’ll raise the membership price in the future to make sure no more classless riff-raff get in. So, what about them?"
Damien Vaughn’s eyes swept over to a basin of foot-soaking water sprinkled with rose petals in front of the massage bed against the wall. He guessed Cecelia Archer had left it.
He jutted his chin toward it, signaling to Wyatt Wynn.
"That basin of water looks good. Make them share it. Wash out their filthy mouths."
"Huh?"
Everyone froze, then began kowtowing even more frantically.
"No, President Vaughn! Spare us, President Vaughn!"
Wyatt Wynn, however, felt that the water was so clean that it would be a waste to just let them drink it.
He slowly rose, walked to the basin, and spat into it. Then he ordered the security guards.
"Didn’t you hear President Vaughn? What are you all standing around for?"
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