Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 367

Silence.

The entire place was creepily silent.

The previously noisy atmosphere was instantly replaced by a pin-drop silence.

Everyone was staring at Harold and Marilyn. Some of those who were eating even halted in their tracks.

If possible, they would have hung their jaws in surprise.

As a matter of fact, those who had not been paying attention to Harold at all earlier thought they had misheard him.

No one dared to believe that someone had just asked if they could point the middle finger at the Gambling King himself.

Does he know he's courting death?

Zyaire's reputation as Gambling King from his victories in gambling meant that people were always after him in attempts to take revenge on him, but he always managed to avert those crises. In fact, he would sometimes be able to turn the tables and strike back.

For decades, Zyaire firmly held onto the title of Gambling King. He had never been pulled off his pedestal, and that was a clear sign of his capabilities. Not only was he the king of gambling, but he also

excelled in many other areas.

Yet, a young man was now asking if he could give him the middle finger.

It was provocation that Zyaire would not forgive. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Zyaire snapped his head upward as he shot the younger man a glare that a lesser man would cower from.

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped.

Zyaire lived up to his title as the Gambling King.

Even famous figures in the corporate world would flinch at that glare, let alone a young man like Harold.

Hence, Zyaire thought that Harold would bow his head and apologize after a second or two, like what others usually would do.

To his surprise, Harold remained unfazed despite being the recipient of Zyaire's brutal glare.

Even after twenty seconds had passed, he maintained eye contact with Zyaire, showing no signs of relenting.

Sitting next to Zyaire was Zyaire's first wife, Ruby Watts. Once she came back to her senses, instead of saying anything to Harold and Marilyn, she jabbed a finger at Jeslyn, who had quietly gone to the

servant's table, and snapped, “Jeslyn Lupton, do you see how your daughter is behaving? Her life is in shambles, and not only is she destroying our family's reputation, but she's even trying to bring an unmanageable man like him home to enrage Zyaire! Are you trying to send Zyaire to an early grave so that you can get your share of the inheritance?”

Marilyn's mother, Jeslyn, turned pale from fright.

“I'm not! Marilyn, what are you waiting for? Apologize to your father!” Jeslyn cried out, urging Marilyn and Harold to quickly apologize to Zyaire.

“Dad, we're sorry. Harold didn't mean it. Harold, come with me.”

At that point, Marilyn had come back to her senses as well, and she quickly lowered her head to apologize to her father.

Even though she was thrilled to hear what Harold had to say to her father, those words were also worsening the situation for her, her mother, and her sister.

After the apology, Marilyn then shot Harold a grim glare before towing him away.

Her fear was rooted in the possibility of the man doing something bewildering again.

At that very second, Marilyn realized something—Harold was like an untamed horse.

He did everything without heed to the consequences—if that was what he wanted to do, he would do it.

Back then, Brittany asked him to provide three hundred thousand worth of a betrothal gift. He could not

do that, and in his fury, he married her bridesmaid Isabella instead.

His unruliness had also reared its head the day before at the Jackson residence. Although he knew that the Jackson family was powerful and not an entity normal people could afford to offend, he had still gone to the Jackson family to commit bride kidnapping. The most recent episode would be how he snapped at her father earlier.

It was as if the people were right when they said she had fallen in love with an unmanageable man, but he was unmanageable in an uninhibited way.

The kind of uninhibition that let him do anything he wanted to.

A man like him would be the perfect partner for a wanderer, but not a perfect partner for someone like her—someone in a big conservative family full of people who were sticklers for rules.

“Marilyn, rein in your uncivilized man, won't you? If you can't do that, get out of here. You have no manners to speak of. Do you need dad to hang you up high in a tree as punishment before you know when to stop?” Sylvena bellowed at Marilyn.

Regardless of everything, Marilyn was Sylvena's older stepsister. Yet, the way Sylvena was shouting at Marilyn was as if she was shouting at a servant who had made a mistake instead.

She did not treat Marilyn like her sister at all.

“I dare you to repeat that,” Harold said icily upon hearing Sylvena's words.

If more nonsense was going to come out of Sylvena's mouth, he was going to show her no mercy.