I Sell Bottled Water for Gold in Another World!-Chapter 205: Riya’s Punishment!

All these businessmen stared in absolute horror at the scene unfolding before them.

Their precious sons whom they had just spent the last hour praising to each other for their "upright character," "excellent business acumen," and "strong moral values" were currently on a yacht surrounded by half drunk models, blasting music, and harassing this very same Alex Carter that they wanted to meet the most!

The irony was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

"Get this boat over there IMMEDIATELY before this disaster gets worse!" Shiv Tandon roared at the captain with veins bulging in his neck.

"Let me up there so I can teach these brats a lesson they will never forget!"

"If I do not discipline my idiot son regularly, he forgets who is actually in charge!" a third father cracked his knuckles ominously.

Mr. Kamreja, trying desperately to salvage the situation and his own reputation, quickly commanded the yacht captain with urgency.

"Full speed ahead! Dock next to that yacht right now before they embarrass us further!"

Under their urgent orders, the luxury business yacht carrying the millennial generation rapidly approached the younger generation’s party yacht with purpose.

The businessmen were beyond angry at this point. These were men who commanded boardrooms, crushed competitors without mercy, and built empires through ruthless determination.

They were not accustomed to being made to look like fools in front of so many peers, especially not by their own children.

Some grabbed whatever was nearby for improvised weapons: decorative canes, cushioned stools, even their own expensive leather belts.

Despite their age and expensive tailored suits, they nimbly jumped from one yacht to the other with surprising agility

The security guards on Raghav’s yacht looked at each other uncertainly, unsure whether to intervene in these family matters.

One guard whispered nervously, "Should we... stop them from boarding?"

Another guard, recognizing the furious fathers and understanding the situation, wisely shook his head. "Are you insane? Those are their actual fathers who pay our salaries. We are paid by them, not their spoiled sons. We are not getting involved in this family business."

What followed would go down in Goa maritime history as a legendary lesson in parental discipline.

The sounds of impact and wailing filled the air, drowning out even the yacht’s loud party music that had been blasting moments before.

"You SAID you were studying in London!" one father bellowed, swinging a decorative cushion like a club with practiced aim. "Is THIS how you study?! By drinking with these models on a yacht in Goa?!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

THWACK!

The cushion connected solidly with his son’s head, knocking him sideways.

"OW! Father, wait! I can explain this situation!"

"EXPLAIN?! You have been lying to me for MONTHS while spending my money!"

THWACK! THWACK!

Nearby, another heir was faring no better under his father’s assault.

"You lying little fool!" His father had removed his expensive leather belt and was wielding it with frightening purpose. "You said you went to Dubai for business meetings! Instead, you are here chasing women and wasting time!"

CRACK!

The belt snapped sharply against his arms as he tried desperately to shield himself.

"Father, please! It is not what it looks like at all!"

"NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?! There are models everywhere in bikinis! The music is so loud I could hear it from a kilometer away! What part of this disaster looks like BUSINESS?!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Dev Tandon, who had been so arrogant and domineering just minutes earlier, now found himself cornered by his own father Shiv with nowhere to run.

Shiv Tandon was perhaps the most furious of all the assembled fathers.

He had spent twenty full minutes on the business yacht bragging to the other tycoons about his son’s "great character" and "business maturity."

"I thought I have raised you better than this!" Shiv roared, grabbing Dev by the collar and shaking him violently. "I have been PRAISING you to everyone here! Telling them what an upstanding young man you are! And THIS is what you are doing behind my back, partying with these women?!"

"Father, I can explain!"

SLAP!

"You have made me look like a COMPLETE FOOL in front of my competitors and business partners!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for our family name?!"

SLAP!

Dev Tandon, who had just threatened to make Alex "regret ever being born," now could not even protect himself from his own father’s wrath.

The other wealthy heirs who happened to be lucky that their fathers were not present and had been laughing and mocking Alex just minutes ago were now scrambling to hide, trying to avoid becoming collateral damage in the chaos.

While some were lucky, others were not so fortunate.

"My father is here too!" one realized with dawning horror as he spotted his father climbing aboard.

"Run! Hide in the cabin before they find us!"

"It is too late! They have already seen us! We are finished!"

Chaos erupted as fathers hunted down their sons across the yacht with fury.

The models, sensing the dramatic shift in atmosphere and wanting no part of angry fathers, wisely grabbed their bags and retreated to the far end of the yacht away from the violence.

From his leisure yacht at a safe distance, Alex watched the entire spectacle unfold with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

Riya leaned against him comfortably, trying not to laugh too loudly at the scene. "This is... wow. I almost feel bad for them getting beaten like that."

"Almost?" Alex raised an eyebrow with amusement.

"Okay, not really," Riya admitted with a grin. "They were being absolute jerks to us. This is karma at its finest."

Alex shook his head with a slight smile. "I thought these guys were supposed to be powerful heirs from influential families. Turns out they are just trust fund babies who cannot even handle their own fathers when it matters."

Sahil approached from the superyacht nearby, a deeply satisfied smile on his professional face. "Well, that resolved itself nicely without our intervention. We did not even need to file a single lawsuit."

"The best victories are the ones where you do not have to do anything," Alex agreed with philosophical amusement.

The yacht company CEO Mr. Kapoor joined them, looking visibly relieved. "Mr. Carter, I sincerely apologize for this disruption to your peaceful vacation. Those young men clearly did not know who they were dealing with."

Alex waved it off casually. "Not your fault at all. Though I am curious how Mr. Kamreja seems to know me when we have never met."

"Mr. Kamreja?" Sahil looked thoughtful while processing the name. "Oh, you mean the business tycoon and politician from Goa? You might not know this, but he has been trying to arrange a meeting with you for months through various connections. If he is not being able to recognize you than that will be actually surprising."

"Interesting," Alex mused while continuing to watch the chaos.

After about fifteen minutes of what could only be described as aggressive action, the beatings finally subsided with exhausted fathers and cowering sons.

The fathers, slightly winded but still visibly furious, dragged their sons now with swollen faces, disheveled hair, and torn expensive designer clothes toward Alex’s yacht for proper apologies.

Mr. Kamreja led the humiliating procession, his expression a mixture of deep embarrassment and sincere apology.

"Mr. Carter!" Mr. Kamreja called out as they approached with their thoroughly subdued sons. "I deeply apologize for this terrible disturbance to your vacations!"

Alex watched calmly as the group carefully boarded his leisure yacht.

Under Mr. Kamreja’s stern orders, Johnny, Raghav, and Dev Tandon were positioned directly in front of Alex.

"Kneel," their fathers commanded in perfect unison without room for argument or hesitation.

The three young men, who had been so arrogant earlier, hesitated for only a second before dropping to their knees on the yacht deck in submission.

This was the ultimate humiliation for them: kneeling before someone they had just tried to intimidate and threaten.

Johnny’s father stepped forward, forcing a pained smile onto his face. "Mr. Carter, please forgive us. My son is young and foolish beyond anything. He clearly did not understand who he was dealing with. He has greatly offended you, and for that, our entire family apologizes."

He placed a heavy hand on Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make his son wince visibly.

"Apologize properly. Now."

"I... I am sorry, Mr. Carter," Johnny mumbled, his swollen face barely able to form the words clearly. "I was completely wrong to provoke you."

Shiv Tandon looked genuinely ashamed for the first time. "This is entirely my fault too, Mr. Carter. I failed to properly discipline my son. He has brought shame to our family name and disrespected you. Please accept our sincerest apologies."

He too squeezed his son’s shoulder with painful force.

"I apologize, Mr. Carter," Dev Tandon said through gritted teeth, his pride clearly wounded but his survival instinct intact. "My behavior was completely unacceptable."

Raghav’s father, still holding his leather belt threateningly, bowed low with respect. "Mr. Carter, I am embarrassed. Absolutely embarrassed.

My son has no excuse for his actions. If you wish to discipline him further yourself, please feel free!"

"I am sorry, Mr. Carter," Raghav said quickly, genuine fear in his eyes as he glanced at his father’s belt. "I was completely out of line."

Alex looked at the three kneeling figures for a long moment without speaking.

The fathers did not dare to say anything. They only wanted to clear these misunderstandings as quickly as possible before more damage was done.

Finally, Alex spoke calmly. "Your sons are your responsibility. I have no interest in disciplining other people’s children."

The three fathers visibly relaxed, their shoulders dropping with relief.

"However," Alex continued, his tone still pleasant but with an edge underneath, "they clearly need to learn some basic manners and respect for others. They have insulted me and my girlfriend here. She herself should decide their punishment."

The fathers’ faces immediately hardened again. They understood perfectly what Alex meant.

"You are absolutely right, Mr. Carter," Mr. Kamreja said smoothly, reading the room. "Boys like these need... thorough correction."

The three kneeling heirs heard this exchange and their eyes widened with horror.

Oh no. This is not over yet.

Riya walked over with a shoe that had appeared in her hands seemingly out of nowhere. Without hesitation, she delivered sharp slaps across each of their cheeks with the sole of her shoe.

The sound echoed across the water as each arrogant heir received his humiliating punishment from the woman they had harassed.

Alex came forward and took Riya’s hand gently. "Let us go. We have seen enough of this situation."

Riya nodded, still smiling at the chaos they were leaving behind. "That was the most entertaining thing I have seen all year."

"Sahil," Alex called out to his lawyer who was watching with amusement. "We are heading back. You all can continue your vacation."

"Will do, boss!" Sahil saluted cheerfully. "Enjoy the rest of your time in Goa!"

As Alex and Riya’s leisure yacht pulled away from the scene, the sounds of the ongoing discipline gradually faded into the distance.

Behind them, three wealthy heirs were learning a very expensive lesson about humility and the consequences of underestimating others based on appearances.