Chapter 7: The Last Punishment
by Slivvo“Damn it.”
Jordan clenched his jaw.
It was a trap. The Camdens had orchestrated everything to lure him here.
Ryan Dunn, the Ubereats general agent, strode toward him with a smug grin.
“Take off your uniform.”
Jordan frowned. “What do you mean?”
Drew stepped in, smirking.
“What do you mean? Don’t you know who he is? He’s your boss!”
Jordan’s expression didn’t change.
Ryan humphed. “If you don’t believe me, Claire will confirm it.”
A moment later, Jordan’s phone rang.
“Jordan,” Claire’s voice came through. “What did you do? Mr. Dunn has already fired you.”
Jordan scoffed.
So this was how his career as a deliveryman ended?
To him, the job had been more than just a paycheck. It had taught him patience, character, and discipline. He had planned to finish his last shift with pride.
But Ryan ruined it.
Ryan barked at him again. “Take off your uniform. You don’t work for us anymore!”
Jordan exhaled slowly.
“Fine.”
He removed the yellow jacket in front of the watching crowd, tossing it onto the motorbike.
Drew burst into laughter, nearly doubling over.
“Hahaha! Look at him—just like a dog stripped of his collar!”
Herman sneered. “Weren’t you so arrogant before? You even dared to hit my son. Let’s see you try now!”
Jordan’s eyes darkened.
“Mr. Dunn,” he said casually, “I heard your contract with Ubereats ends this year.”
Ryan stiffened. “What does that have to do with you?”
Jordan chuckled. “Just that… you won’t be renewing it.”
Ryan scoffed. “You think you can stop me? I’m close to the boss of Ubereats! I invested in him when no one else believed in takeout delivery!”
Jordan’s smile didn’t fade.
“No matter how much money you throw at it, you’re done. Try if you don’t believe me.”
Ryan’s confidence wavered.
“Y-you…”
Before he could say more, Old Mrs. Camden’s voice rang out.
“Enough of your bragging, Jordan!”
Her cold eyes locked onto him.
“You cheated on Hailey, you beat my grandson, and you still dare show your face? You will be punished according to our family’s rules!”
She stood up, her presence commanding the room.
“Do you dare come in?”
Jordan huffed a laugh.
“Why not?”
His gaze swept over the Marriott Hotel’s entrance.
Beyond the Camden family, powerful figures of Orlando filled the venue—government officials, mafia bosses, top businessmen, and artists.
Their influence was immense, but Jordan remained unfazed.
They were only powerful in this small city.
Without hesitation, Jordan followed the Camdens into the hotel lobby, moving with steady confidence.
The Camden’s Judgment
The entire hotel lobby had been reserved for the Camden banquet.
As Jordan entered, even the servers avoided eye contact, knowing something big was about to happen.
Seated at the center of the grand hall, Old Mrs. Camden exuded authority, her petty wrath barely concealed.
“Bastard! Kneel!”
Jordan didn’t move.
“Why should I?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Three years ago, when you became our son-in-law, you agreed to abide by the Camden family rules. If you ever disgraced us, you promised to accept punishment.”
Jordan’s back straightened.
“Of course,” he said firmly.
Old Mrs. Camden smirked.
“Bring the Dragon Ruler!”
Herman immediately retrieved a massive metal ruler, its golden surface gleaming under the lights.
The Dragon Ruler—a relic of their ancestors, once used for measurements but later repurposed for discipline.
A single strike left a man aching for days.
Old Mrs. Camden gripped the ruler.
“You admit your wrongdoing. Now, someone slap him twenty times!”
“Yes, Mother!”
Herman stepped forward first, eager to avenge Drew.
But before he could, Benedict snatched the ruler from his hands.
“No. I failed to control my son-in-law. I’ll do it.”
Then Sylvie grabbed it.
“I’ve always been the one disciplining him. I should do it!”
The family argued, each fighting for the chance to strike Jordan.
Then, a soft yet chilling voice cut through the chaos.
“He’s my husband.”
Hailey.
She stepped forward, her slender fingers gripping the ruler—a hand Jordan had never even held in three years.
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