Chapter 160 Gideon And Company
Derrick took off his headset and pointed at Donald. “Say that again; I dare you! What kind of act are you putting on in front of me? I can summon a hundred men to kill you with one phone call!”
The woman rolled her eyes at Donald. She said to Derrick, “This is the cousin you were talking about? He’s so impolite!”
Michael slammed a hand on the table and stood up.
“You’re out of line! What right do you have to criticize my son? Who do you even think you are?” Michael said brashly. His gaze was as sharp as a knife.
“You didn’t teach him well, so I’ll teach him for you,” Donald said with a cold glint in his eyes. He walked over, grabbed Derrick by the hair, and rammed his head into the table.
Immediately, Derrick’s forehead swelled.
Donald hadn’t even exerted his full strength. If not for the fact that it was Raymond’s birthday, Donald would have gone even further.
“Donald!” Michael rushed forward, eyes full of rage.
Donald raised his head abruptly and looked at Michael indifferently.
Michael shivered as goosebumps formed on his skin. He felt like he had been dunked in cold water.
Those eyes are scary. There’s no emotion in them whatsoever.
It’s like looking at a corpse.
Raymond slammed a hand on the table and bellowed, “That’s enough! For my son and grandson to fight like this is shameful! Do you two take me for dead?”
Michael huffed coldly before going to check on Derrick’s injuries.
Although Derrick’s injuries weren’t serious, he sat covering his head with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll get back at you for this!”
“Babe, how are you?” Derrick’s girlfriend hugged his arm in an exaggerated manner. She rolled her eyes at Donald and stated, “Babe, don’t worry. I’ll call my uncle to deal with him later.”
Michelle looked at Donald with a hateful glint in her eyes. “Don’t be so arrogant! We’ll see how you end up!”
How I end up?
There was a touch of mockery in Donald’s eyes.
Is Michael, Raymond’s son, also defecting to Sixten’s side? So him coming here is not as simple as just attending his father’s birthday party then?
At this thought, Donald was not in a rush to argue with them. Instead, he waited for the situation to unfold.
Raymond’s face contorted in anger.
However, Donald simply sat in his spot silently, expressionless.
Soon after, the sound of footsteps approaching rang out, followed by a crowd of people barging into the room.
The first one to enter was a serious, white-haired old man who was about the same age as Raymond.
Although his demeanor was full of energy, his eyes were cold.
It was Gideon Campbell.
He was Raymond’s fourth brother and the original head of the Campbell family.
“Raymond,” Gideon greeted cheerfully. “May you be blessed with good health!”
Raymond got up. “Thank you.”
Gideon continued warmly, “I heard that you’ve been sick these days but have been unable to foot your medical bills. Your grandson and his wife are getting divorced as well, am I right?”
Raymond smiled as he shook his head. “There’s no such thing.”
Gideon looked toward Donald. “Where’s Jennifer? How come she’s not here?”
Although his appearance was unassuming, he had already insulted Donald immediately after he arrived. He obviously had no good intentions.
“They’ve already divorced. What’s the point of her being here? She doesn’t belong with a poor man like him,” a middle-aged woman in the back said sharply.
She was Donald’s aunt, Gideon’s daughter.
“Why don’t you introduce her to me?” a young man asked with a smile.
He was Gideon’s grandson, Winston Campbell. Having just come back from studying in Yartran, he was currently an intern at Pollerton Translations.
