Chapter 138 The Brute In A Suit

Kevin was almost done with admiring the cars. As he was about to head upstairs, he stopped in his tracks again.

Ten Koenigseggs had appeared. They looked identical, and each car cost fifty million.

Charles was the only man who possessed such a presence and wealth.

He was the first person to come out of the revolving doors. As he held onto his cane, he stood aside courteously, as if he was going to greet someone.

Suddenly, Kevin felt nervous. Who on earth is capable of commanding respect from Charles Langford, Pollerton’s richest man?

 

The man Charles was waiting for did not seem to be inside one of the cars, for the old man was already on the phone. He sounded particularly courteous as he said, “When will you arrive, Mr. Campbell? We’re already waiting for you downstairs!”

The drivers got out of the cars and stood in a row quietly. They were ready to receive the guest.

 

“We’ll wait for you, all right?” Charles repeated.

However, his suggestion seemed to have been declined, for he ended the call and instructed one of the drivers, “Mr. Campbell prefers to keep a low profile. He told us to head upstairs first.”

Campbell? A Campbell? Does some big shot with this last name exist in

through the recesses of his mind, but he

and his drivers had already entered the building. When Kevin was

a striped, black suit with a white shirt. He looked

stood guard in Quadfield,

he fought screamed aesthetic violence. It was a stark contrast to

was also known as

violent

to intimidate Sixten, the

so formal tonight. Are you here for the charity gala? Got a ticket? Can you even afford to

felt superior to

in one night. Who do you think you are, Donald? You’re just a small fry and unworthy of

Kevin coldly with

cried as he watched Donald’s

With an icy expression and

Kevin’s spine. Then, he said,

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