Chapter 48 What Donald Is Capable Of
“You just had to mess with me, didn’t you, Oliver?” Donald said coldly. He was no pushover. When angered, he would go all out to seek revenge.
“Why aren’t you kneeling already?” Johnny kicked Oliver behind the knees, sending the latter tumbling to the floor on his knees.
Oliver finally came to his senses. “Donald-No, I mean, Mr. Campbell! Please forgive my ignorance. I’m so sorry to have offended you! Please give me another chance for the sake that we were high school classmates once!”
From where he was sitting, Donald said nothing and only looked at Oliver with cool indifference.
Johnny stepped forward. “My Lord, do you wish him dead?” he asked subserviently.
Oliver nearly wet his pants.
Though he was running a proper, respectful business, Johnny was not known for playing nice. Oliver had always been intimidated by the bearded man’s ruthlessness. After all, one did not establish hegemony over the antique market simply by being kind-hearted.
If he decides to kill me, he will do it for sure! Oliver’s mouth went dry at the thought.
He approached Johnny on his hands and knees, hugging the latter’s leg, and started wailing. “No, Mr. Green, please! I’m begging you! I’ve worked for you for so many years… Surely that means something? You’ve got to take pity on me!”
Johnny kicked him aside. “What are you begging me for? Mr. Campbell is the one you should be begging for forgiveness!”
Oliver immediately turned to Donald. “Mr. Campbell, please! We were classmates once, remember? We spent three years studying together!”
Not wanting to waste any more time on such a pathetic man lest he caused further delays to the business talk, Donald decided to give Oliver an out. “Are you going to buy that house?” he asked.
“Yes! I’m definitely buying! And I’ll be sure to pay the two percent commission fee!” Oliver said in a rush.
“I don’t like the two women,” Donald said slowly.
Oliver was confused for a brief moment before realizing that Donald must have meant Irene and Rebecca. He nodded furiously. “No problem. Consider them gone!”
“I don’t want my identity to be revealed to anyone else for now.” Donald leaned closer to the trembling Oliver with an unreadable expression. “Have I made myself clear?”
With Johnny standing on his left, Joshua on his right, and Charles behind him, Donald was exuding a powerful aura that shook Oliver to the core. Oh god… This is terrifying. I can’t even begin to imagine what Donald is capable of. He’s more powerful than I can fathom.
“Crystal clear, Mr. Campbell!” Oliver could not have nodded any more vigorously.
Donald waved a hand. “All right. Get out now.”
The relief that flooded Oliver was overwhelming. He quickly bowed and left. It was only after he stepped out the door that he realized his shirt was completely drenched in sweat. He allowed himself to breathe normally. What happened felt so surreal. We’re the same age. Donald was merely gone for ten years. How did he become so powerful and scary in just a decade? Even men like Joshua Green bow to him…
In the private room, Lana was likewise in a daze. I knew there was more to Donald than it seemed. No ordinary folk could do what he did – smashing a Papillion-retrofitted vehicle to bits with his bare hands, killing Four-Faced Angel himself… There’s no way he’s just a regular guy. But I never would’ve thought Donald is Charles’s boss! That’s terrifying.
