Chapter 170


    At present, Tyrone was only twenty-eight, the same age as Donald. Moreover, his nickname was


    the Ninth Prince, as his rank among the eleven warriors from the Campbell n was ninth.


    He was hardly favored, but he had a dignified authority without question.


    The first person who walked toward the grandfather clock was Gideon. He ced his hand on the


    clock and pledged, “I, Gideon Campbell, am willing to follow in Mr. Tyrone''s footsteps and serve the


    Campbell n withoutints!”


    At that moment, Gideon finally felt what it was like to hold his head up high and be in high spirits.


    Apart from that, he believed no one in the world had the nerve to offend Tyrone from the Campbell


    n except for the other noble disciples like Tyrone.


    Initially, Gideon and the others had already nned on carrying on the current ordinary


    development as they thought it was no longer possible to return to the Campbell n.


    To their utter shock, there had a huge opportunity to do that on that day.


    Thus, it was no surprise that Gideon was ecstatic and decided right away.


    Following closely behind were second-generation members like Cameron Campbell and Alexis


    Campbell.


    “We''re finally about to join a powerhouse like the Campbell n!”


    “It has been a difficult journey indeed!”


    “Raymond had worked so hard for so many years, but he failed. Conversely, we''ve seeded


    today!” Winston felt like he was about to burst out in tears out of excitement. He then walked toward


    the grandfather clock and pressed his hand onto it. “Let''s gift this clock to Raymond today!”


    Jack also chimed in, “Honestly, I already knew Mr. Tyrone would ept us because of my excellent


    writing. In particr, Donald''s chapter in The Abandoned Children Of The Campbell n. Mr.


    Tyrone was veryplimentary about that chapter!” “Exactly! Jack has yed a huge part this


    time!” Gideon responded.


    Soon afterward, most of the members of the Campbell family began to walk toward the grandfather


    clock.


    In the end, the only ones left were Michael''s family.


    Raymond looked toward Michael and Derrick indifferently, waiting for their decision. Michael was his


    biological son, while Derrick was his biological grandson.


    Currently, Michael was wearing a gloomy expression. One could tell that he was struggling.


    “Why are you still standing there? Come over here! Stop caring about that old geezer''s feelings!”


    Following those words, Michelle headed to the front of the grandfather clock and stood in line.


    Not long after, Derrick uttered, “That''s the Campbell n. How can I possibly give up on this


    opportunity? Ha! I''ll also be one of the disciples of the Campbell n from now! Let''s see who has


    the nerve to provoke me!"


    He then stood in front of the grandfather clock as Michelle did.


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    “How about you?” Raymond questioned Michael.


    Following a few seconds of contemtion, Michael finally stood up and spoke in a deep voice. “I


    choose to pledge my allegiance to the Campbell n! You will never have any chances to rise


    anymore! I know why Tyrone smacked you on the face back then. You had his fortune read and


    imed that he would not live past thirty. After hearing about it, Tyrone pped you in front of


    everyone. Then, he unleashed his wrath and nearly exterminated us! I''ve told you many times that


    fortune-telling has no scientific basis, but you wouldn''t listen. As a result, you brought catastrophe


    upon us. I''ve hated you from that day onward! We would''ve already returned to the Campbell n


    by now if it weren''t for your nosiness! I would''ve led us on the path of glory! You''ve caused us to


    waste over ten years! Hence, I choose the Campbell n over you!”


    Upon hearing those griefful words, Raymond shut his eyes.


    Aside from Donald and Raymond, every single one of the members of the Campbell family stood


    before the grandfather clock.


    “Excellent.” Sixten smiled with unusual jubtion and continued, “Take a good look, Raymond.


    You''ve lost, and you will be on the losing side forever!”


    Meanwhile, Donald had a chilling countenance at the moment. There was a glint of ferocity in his


    eyes as well. One could feel his hazardous aura exuding when he opened his eyes.


    Regardless, he had no choice but to suppress his emotions for the time being. Others can make


    light of Raymond''s feelings, but I can''t!


    “After the clock strikes twelve tonight, Sixten will face his doom!” Donald closed his eyes while


    murmuring that sentence. When he opened his eyes again, not a hint of fluctuating emotion


    remained in him.