Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 138

Chapter 138
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.”
Mr. Campbell? A Campbell? Does some big shot with this last name exist in Pollerton?
Kevin sifted through the recesses of his mind, but he was not sure of the answer.
Charles and his drivers had already entered the building. When Kevin was about to go inside, he saw Donald arriving unhurriedly.
That night, he donned a striped, black suit with a white shirt. He looked rather tall,
In fact, when Donald stood guard in Quadfield, he liked wearing suits.
The way he fought screamed aesthetic violence. It was a stark contrast to his refined appearance,
Therefore, Golden Lord was also known as “The Brute in a Suit.”
Only the men of Horizon Group knew how violent Donald became whenever he had a suit on.
His goal of the night was to intimidate Sixten, the president of Pollerton Commerce.
At first, Kevin was stunned. Then, he regarded Donald with contempt. “Hey, you look so formal tonight. Are you here for the charity gala? Got a ticket? Can you even afford to come here?”
He felt superior to Donald.
I can afford to win and lose more than ten million in one night. Who do you think you are, Donald? You’re just a small fry and unworthy of attention.
Donald merely glanced at Kevin coldly with a blank expression.
“Hold it!” Kevin cried as he watched Donald’s back.
The latter turned around slowly. With an icy expression and a hardened gaze, he asked, “What do you want?”
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