Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 387

“Mr. Campbell, do you have any more instructions?” Zyaire reluctantly turned around, his face a mix of frustration and embarrassment. His question was posed to Harold in front of the many influential figures of Hishwick Island.

It had been decades since he'd been treated in such a manner. No one had ever dared to treat him disrespectfully since he acquired his position as the Gambling King.

Never before had he experienced such humiliation in front of a crowd.

However, Harold's status was unquestionable, and despite the anger that bubbled within him, Zyaire couldn't reveal it.

“I wouldn't dream of giving orders. Everyone here is among the elites of Hishwick Island. Right here and now, I want to make it crystal clear that Marilyn Schmidt is under my protection. Should you dare to harm or force her into any undesirable situations, think long and hard about whether you can withstand the storm of my fury! This warning applies to the Schmidt family as well!” Harold looked straight at Zyaire at the end.

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He was issuing a warning to the entire Hishwick Island high society.

In Hishwick Island, such bold declarations were rare, even for someone as powerful as Quintus.

Yet, Harold was undaunted. In his eyes, even if all the leaders of Hishwick Island banded together, they would amount to nothing.

Perhaps Harold was the only one in the world who dared to make such a daring statement before such a big group of influential figures.

Standing by his side, Marilyn trembled.

He had promised her that no one would ever force her to do anything she didn't want to do again.

At first, she had thought his words were sweet nothings.

Little did she know that he would make good on his promise at this very moment.

His assertive words were sweeter to her than any romantic gesture.

He was a man of action.

With his bold declaration, all her previous restraints and worries dissipated.

She could finally be her true self, embracing what she loved and rejecting what she didn't.

The crowd was initially puzzled by Harold's statement.

However, everything clicked once they recalled the recent events between the Schmidt and Jackson families.

Harold's words were clearly aimed at the Schmidt family.

He was warning his future in-laws!

This revelation left everyone exchanging glances, finding Harold to be quite an interesting character.

As for the members of the Schmidt family, their faces turned ashen upon hearing Harold's words.

It was apparent that he was chastising them for arranging Marilyn's marriage to the Jackson family and for their past mistreatment of Marilyn and her mother.

“Understood, Mr. Campbell. If you have no further instructions, I shall take my leave.” After speaking, Zyaire turned around with a grim expression and left.

Although the other members of the Schmidt family would have liked to see the mysterious 66th-floor attraction, they were too humiliated to stay.

Their arrival had been pompous, with even their servants receiving invitations from Quintus - a privilege adored by many.

Their departure was quite the opposite, each wearing a look of utter defeat.

They wished they could hide their faces and crawl into the nearest crevice.

Compared to their arrival, it was a stark contrast indeed.

With the Schmidt family gone, only Sylvena and a servant remained to accompany Ewan to the hospital.

Sylvena's actions had led to a significant loss for the Schmidt family. The brothers and sisters who once sought to curry favor with Ewan now drove home alone, paying no further attention to Sylvena and Ewan.

Even Zyaire no longer bothered with them, instead instructing his driver to immediately take him back to the company to transfer the 1.3 billion to Quintus.

“Take me to the company,” Zyaire commanded as he got into the car, closing his eyes to regain his composure.

He didn't notice that the driver hadn't responded and simply started the car, driving him away from the luxurious hotel – an unusual move.

“Gambling King, we've arrived. You may exit the vehicle,” said an unfamiliar voice.

The car stopped after half an hour's journey, and Zyaire thought they had arrived at the company.

Yet, the manner in which his driver addressed him was odd.

His driver usually called him “boss” and seldom referred to him as the Gambling King.

Startled, Zyaire's eyes snapped open.

What greeted him was the chilling sight of a gun barrel aimed directly at his forehead.

Several unfamiliar burly men stood outside the car.

Zyaire's expression darkened, but he had weathered many storms and quickly regained his calm.