Chapter 524


    Chapter 524 Hovering Bullets When Donald saw Jennifer, who was on the couch with a swollen red


    cheek, his gaze turned cold. After Donald took a step forward, Gordon and Oscar finally noticed the


    bullets hovering in front of him. As Donald continued walking forward, the bullets turned to face Gordon


    while still hovering in midair. Gordon panicked and tried to flee, but in the next second, those bullets


    flew toward their target at a much quicker speed. In the blink of an eye, Gordon was riddled with


    bullets. Gordon’s blood sttered on Oscar’s face as Oscar stared at Donald, who looked like a demon


    that had just crawled out of hell. In his fear, he fell on his buttocks and stammered out, “D-Donald, what


    are you trying to do? I have the Freedman n backing me up!


    The Freedmans won’t let you off if you touch even one of my fingers!” Crack. Right as Oscar was done


    speaking, Donald’s umbre tapped on Oscar’s right index finger. The ze of pain made Oscar


    scream in agony. His right index finger had been bent to a strange angle, and it was a terrifying sight to


    behold. “I touched a finger. What will the Freedman n do to me now?” “How dare you, Donald


    Campbell? The Freedman n… The Freedman n will never forgive you for this!” “The Freedman


    n?” Donald let out a derisive snort. “How did you think I came here?” Right. How did hee here?


    This is the Heavenly Private Room. He couldn’t have… ughtered his entire way here, right? “That’s


    impossible! This is the Youngblood family’s safe house. How can a loser like you enter this ce?” “I’m


    already standing in front of you, but you’re still denying reality?” Donald questioned as he looked at the


    pathetic Oscar. “I’ll let you die in peace. My name is Donald Campbell, and my territory is Quadfield.”


    There was nothing unique about the name Donald Campbell, for there were plenty of people whose


    name was Donald Campbell in the world. What frightened Oscar was how he said that his territory was


    Quadfield. The territory controller of Quadfield, Lord Campbell? “Y-You’re Lord Campbell?” It was at


    that moment Oscar finally understood how Donald managed to charge all the way inside. Not even ten


    safe houses were safe from Lord Campbell, let alone Est Montaigne. No wonder Sebastian was


    adamant about being on Donald’s side, even if it meant that he’d be against his family. It’s because


    Donald is Lord Campbell! Surprisingly, Oscar calmed down upon knowing Donald’s identity. He knewThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    that he was doomed to death. “Can you… make it quick?” A cruel grin grew on Donald’s face as he


    nced at the camera in the room. “Do you really think that I’ll grant you a quick death?” In the


    meantime, other than Braxton of the Irving family, the people from the other eight prestigious families


    were all standing right outside Est Montaigne. The people of the eight prestigious families were baffled


    as they looked at the tightly shut door. “Est Montaigne has never closed since the opening of its


    establishment. What’s going on today? Are they trying to take Mr.


    Campbell’s ten billion worth of assets?” The people from the eight prestigious families had been taking


    out all of their trump cards in an attempt to get their hands on Jennifer from Est Montaigne. Yet, they


    came only to be greeted by the closed doors of Est Montaigne. Wyatt Humboldt of the Humboldt family


    said to Gibbons, “Don’t you know what kind of being the Youngblood family is? How can the


    Youngbloods’ safe house be worth less than Mr. Campbell’s ten billion worth of assets? Instead of


    joking about the Youngbloods here, we should be thinking about who should enter first and who should


    enterst.”


    They were all confident with the trump cards they had, and that was why the order of entrance was


    important. Errol Winston of the Winston family pushed the sses on his nose bridge higher. “I’m the


    first to arrive, so I should be the one who enters first. Does any of you object to that?” “Rubbish! It’s one


    thing to have an order of entrance for a bathroom trip, but that won’t work here!” “Stop fighting. Why


    don’t we draw lots? We’ll decide who should enter based on that instead.”