Andrew said casually, "No need to be so cruel. Just do what I mentioned earlier."

Dean was taken aback. "Mr. Lloyd, what exactly did you mean before?"

Andrew gestured toward the restaurant's kitchen and replied nonchalantly, "Make him eat the kitchen slop bucket because his mouth is too filthy and disgusting. Some trash might help clean it out."

Beads of cold sweat immediately formed on Dean's forehead as he looked at Hugh with pity and sympathy. This idiot must have said something truly offensive to Andrew, and karma was catching up to him.

Dean had never tasted garbage before, but he could imagine it would not be pleasant. After all, that stuff was not meant for humans, and he knew Hugh would probably be scarred for life after this.

"What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear Mr. Lloyd's orders? Eat the kitchen slop bucket," Dean barked at Hugh while silently mourning for him.

Hugh thrashed wildly and screamed, "No! I won't eat it! I can't eat that—it's not edible a