Chapter 71 Facing Donald
Rebecca showed no signs of fear. She scoffed, “Donald, you have some nerve. Do you know where we are?”
Donald nodded. “Yes.”
“You know?” Rebecca raised her voice. “You know and you still dared to barge in to beat someone up? You really are tired of living, aren’t you! Kneel and apologize now! If I’m in a good mood, I might ask Mr. Yates to spare you. If not, tomorrow, there’s going to be one more corpse floating in the sea!”
“Mr. Yates?” Donald sneered.
Zayne isn’t even fit to be my dog. Why should I be scared of Frankie? Even if I killed him, Zayne wouldn’t dare to do anything. And if he did? I’d kill his entire family.
Donald had the strength and means to do so.
Before he was crowned as Lord Campbell, he was known widely as Golden Lord.
“Yes. Frankie, Zayne’s nephew!” Rebecca pulled out a chair to sit. She sat with her legs together.
Her posture made her look majestic, like a dragon looking down on ants. “Donald… This can’t be good for you. Why must you stand up for a good-for-nothing like Rafe?”
“What do you know that makes you say that?” Donald stood up slowly.
Rebecca jumped to her feet. Pointing at Donald, she scolded, “Mr. Yates told me! And compared to him, you’re nothing!”
“Yes, yes, yes… You’re nothing! If you have any sense left in you, kneel down and apologize. And break your arm!” Stanley shouted angrily.
“You’re confident in Frankie, aren’t you?” Donald mocked. “Who do you think he is?”
“First, you beat up my people, and then you question my authority?” Frankie’s voice could be heard from outside. “All right. I’ll show you today what I’m capable of!”
Before he could even enter the room, a group of people rushed over and surrounded him.
Stanley ran the fiercest. “Mr. Yates, avenge me! Look, my arm is broken! It’s crushed!”
Another group of males complained, “Mr. Yates, this is too much!”
“Yeah! He even scolded you!”
“He’s made an unforgivable mistake! Just shoot him already!”
Frankie was blocked by the group of people at the door. Before even seeing Donald, he furrowed his brows.
Rebecca could read people well. Just looking at Frankie’s expression, she could tell what he was thinking. “Get out of his way!” she shouted.
Frankie blew away the strand of blond hair blocking his vision. “Get lost. I want to see who has the guts to challenge me.”
At that moment, he saw Donald.
Donald was looking back at him, expressionless.
Frankie paused. He frowned. He seems familiar. Have I seen him before?
When Rebecca saw Frankie frowning, she pointed at Donald. “Mr. Yates, it’s him! Rafe’s friend, Donald! Show him who’s boss!”
Donald? He’s Donald? Wait, what did Uncle Zayne ask me to do?
He recalled Zayne saying, “If you meet a young man named Donald, kneel before him if you can. If you can’t, make sure not to provoke him.”
When Frankie asked why back then, Zayne replied that he himself wasn’t even qualified to be a dog for Donald.
Those words had struck Frankie deeply.
The South Prince isn’t even worthy of being his dog?
He had then asked about Charles Langford.
Zayne said that even Charles didn’t match up to Donald either.
Zayne then passed a photograph of Donald to Frankie to let him see.
“Donald?” Frankie was trembling. His complexion instantly turned pale, and he stepped backward. His heart felt weak.
