Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 452 Someone Important But being the first to pledge his allegiance to Silas after the latter arrived in Pollerton and by offering up all of his own assets in the process, he won the favor of Silas who went on to appoint him as his first vanguard. Sooner or later, Silas will have to leave Pollerton, and in the latter’s absence, Henry would rise up to become the true master of Pollerton. Thus, it had to be said that he had chosen wisely. “Bring me a chair. I have to take a good look at the faces of all those bigwigs in Pollerton from before, just to see whether they would shit themselves,” Henry said. A henchman with a fancifully colored mane immediately ran over and set a chair down. Henry then sat boldly and uninhibitedly by the doorway with his legs crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Oh, Herman. You’re here too?” Not bothering to set himself upright, Donald offered up a boisterous greeting when he saw a man alight. Herman merely eyeballed Donald coldly before he went straight inside the hall. “Remember that you have to hand over the shop in Southwood E-commerce District today. Hahaha…” laughed Henry after him. “Hmm. Isn’t that Crow? You are really early. Mr. Doyle’s waiting for you already.” Henry was on a roll. He was really looking forward to seeing how Ethan, Charles, and the others would react. Coming up to ten in the morning, Henry was starting to get a little impatient when Charles and the others had yet to arrive. Thus, he gave Ethan a call. “Yo, what’s with the hold-up? You’ve kept Mr. Doyle waiting for almost an hour already. You should know that there’s going to be consequences if you don’t show yourself soon, so don’t say that I didn’t warn you!” “Let him carry on waiting then,” Ethan’s nonchalant voice rang out. Taken aback, Henry then broke into a tirade. “It seems to me that you’ve grown tired of living. Wait till I repeat what you’ve just said to Mr. Doyle!” “Whatever.” Ethan’s reply was equally pointed. Being no fool himself, Henry said ambiguously, “Sounds like you found yourself some kind of backer.”

Mr. Doyle would have your head?” said Henry in an attempt to demand some respect for himself. Arnaldo’s gaze gradually turned frosty. “Why is a cur