Chapter 305 Radiant Revive Spa!
Ethan kept hitting the dog's head, making a loud noise.
Michael, in the middle of an argument, stopped and yelled, "Idiot, you wanna die? Get out of here!"
This Doberman was his pride and joy.
Even though Ethan's hits didn't do much damage, Michael was still upset.
But instead of backing down, Ethan spat at him.
Ethan, with his head up, arrogantly said, "Yell at me again! I'll have my dad beat you up! You piece of trash!"
"Fuck!"
Michael was stunned.
He'd seen plenty of arrogant people, but never someone so young.
Already annoyed from a loss at the pet store earlier, Michael couldn't tolerate being insulted by a kid.
He stood up, slapped the back of Ethan's head hard, and cursed, "Got any manners? Insult me again, and I'll break your legs and shove them up your ass!"
Ethan, hurt, covered his head and cried, "Mom, he hit me! It hurts!"
Olivia couldn't hold back and slapped Michael in the face. "Do you have any decency? How dare you hit Ethan!"
Michael, covering his cheek, looked incredulous. "Bitch, he's got no manners, and you don't discipline him? Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman!"
Olivia stepped forward, hands on her hips, looking disdainful. "Come on! Hit me. If you don't, you're the offspring of this Doberman and your mom! Try touching me!"
"Fuck you!"
Michael kicked Olivia in the stomach, knocking her to the ground.
Her high heels and sunglasses flew off.
To make it worse, she landed in fresh dog poop from the Doberman!
"Is this dog poop? So disgusting!"
Olivia screamed and cursed Michael in every way possible.
Not just Olivia, even her son was cursing, using even worse words.
Michael had never seen such unreasonable people. Furious, he let go of the leash and ordered the Doberman, "Go! Bite these idiots to death!"
The Doberman growled menacingly.
In the next second, it leaped forward.
Unlike earlier with Ryder, the Doberman now looked like a fierce beast.
It first bit Olivia's butt hard!
"Oh my God!"
Olivia was jolted by the bite!
She had just sat in dog poop, and now she was bitten!
The butt she had spent money on for fitness and maintenance was now ruined!
The Doberman didn't stop. After one bite, it aimed for Olivia's thigh!
Terrified, Olivia grabbed Ethan and ran out of the pet store!
The Doberman chased them!
In the process, Olivia got scratched and bitten in several places, and Ethan's thigh was also bitten. If the Doberman had bitten a bit further, it might have gotten Ethan's penis.
If Michael hadn't called off the Doberman in time, it could've been fatal!
Seeing Olivia and Ethan crying on the ground, Michael smirked coldly.
He pulled out a hundred dollars, tossed it at them, and said arrogantly, "Being bitten by my dog is an honor. If you're not satisfied, come find me for revenge anytime. That's how arrogant I am!"
Then, Michael swaggered away with his Doberman.
Watching him leave, Olivia gritted her teeth and cursed, "Michael, I'll make sure you die without a grave!"
Every glamorous city had its dark side, and Houston was no exception.
Radiant Revive Spa, with an annual revenue of over four hundred million dollars, earned more than most well-known enterprises in Houston.
As the most famous and luxurious bathhouse in Houston, it had five floors. The first and second floors were for bathing and massages, the third and fourth for buffets and game rooms, and the fifth for sexual services.
Spending from the first to the fifth floor could cost hundreds to thousands of dollars.
But the real money-maker was the casino on the second basement level. As the only sizable casino in Houston, it attracted many wealthy individuals. The cash on the tables every night was at least millions, sometimes tens of millions of dollars.
With such a money-making machine, Radiant Revive Spa held a special status in Houston. Everyone had to respect its owner, Mark Davis.
Mark, usually low-key and rarely seen at the bathhouse, was now sixty and had his son manage most of the business. But today, Mark made a rare appearance.
In his office, Mark sat in his chair, and across from him on the sofa was a voluptuous woman—Sandra.
Sandra picked up a wine glass, took a sip, and sighed, "Good!"
Mark smiled, "A friend got it for me. I'll give you a bottle when you leave."
"That's too kind!" Sandra smiled, glanced around, and said, "Mr. Davis, your business has grown so much. I hear it's hard to meet you without an appointment!"
Mark lit a cigar, waved his hand, and said, "Don't believe the rumors. When I heard you were visiting, I rushed over from the golf course. You still have the same sharpness and passion, unlike me, who's almost ready to meet God!"
"Mr. Davis, that's not true. You still look as formidable as ever!"
Sandra laughed, stood up, and walked behind Mark, gently massaging his shoulders.
She suddenly sighed.
Mark exhaled a smoke ring. "Why the gloomy face? Got some trouble?"
Sandra nodded.
Mark squinted slightly, smiling faintly. "Is it related to the new president of Maple Real Estate?"
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