Chapter 220


    Bryan began, “Dad...”


    However, Howard spontaneously burst out, “Exactly who did you offend? I received a severe


    warning from Edward Foundation, and I''m still in the midst of liaising with them. Mr. Edward


    personally came forward to speak with me!”


    As he heard this, Bryan suddenly felt an icy chill wash over him.


    To think it extended all the way to the Edward Foundation... And Mr.


    Edward himself reached out in person as well. What could have happened?


    “What''s wrong, Dad?” he asked.


    However, he didn''t receive a reply. Instead, he picked up on the familiar voice of his teacher, who


    also happened to be Howard''s boss, Edward. Thetter said, “I''m sorry, Howard. I don''t think it''s


    suitable for you to work at Edward Foundation currently. You''re fired!”


    “In addition, these are the signatures from one hundred twenty-three foundations on Windmill Street


    jointly demanding your expulsion. From this moment, you''re hereby banished from Windmill Street!


    We''ve also looked into all the kickbacks you obtained from the listedpanies. The immigration


    authorities will be sure to press charges against you for your financial crimes!” Edward added.


    Bryan''s head swirled in confusion as he took in the series of developments that rapidly unfolded


    before him.


    Once again, Edward’s voice carried over as he said, “Is that Bryan on the phone? Bring it over


    here.”


    “Mr. Edward...” Bryan said as his body began to shake uncontrobly in fear. He had never felt this


    much terror in his life before today.


    Edward''s voice was devoid of his usual gentleness as he sternly said, “You used to be my favorite


    student, Bryan. However, that''s not the case anymore. You''ve offended someone that you shouldn''t


    have messed around with. The man before you is simply one you can''t afford to cross! Don''t you


    regret it now?”


    With that, the call ended. Bryan immediately turned to point fiercely at Donald as he asked, “What


    did you do? Tell me now! What in the world did you pull here?”


    Bryan was utterly incensed. Before that incident had urred, he was well poised to rise rapidly


    through the ranks and join the exclusive group of billionaires under the age of thirty. However, he


    now had nothing to his name and was on the verge of ending up in prison to boot.


    All of a sudden, he pivoted to face Shawn and helplessly pleaded, “Save me, Mr. Larson!”


    Shawn shot a deep and meaningful nce at Donald before he smiled coldly and said, “Let me


    make a call.”


    With that, he reached out and called his brother-inw. Unbeknownst to the others, their lifeline was


    Harvey Ward himself.


    Harvey was already well into his sixties and was currently seated in his study as he meticulously


    painted an exquisite painting in a focused and fully engrossed state.


    When the phone suddenly rang, his hand reflexively jerked, and the brush in his hand ran amok on


    the canvas. The mountainndscape that he was so proud of before was now ruined by a single


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    His mood was immediately ruined as he picked up the phone and demanded, “Speak up! What do


    you want?” “Harvey, there’s someone proiming to be Donald Campbell that''s currently causing


    trouble at Paramount Hotel. He seems to have tapped on some forbidden power and is now bent on


    arresting Bryan,” exined Shawn.


    Harvey''s voice was icy cold as he replied, “It''s not enough that he bought over Daily Yield Group,


    but he''s up to something else as well? Hand him the phone! I want to speak directly to him.”


    Donald received the phone and introduced himself, “I''m Donald Campbell.”


    Harvey''s low voice carried over as he replied, “I''m Harvey Ward. You little punk! You should be


    thankful for everything you have. Things can only go badly for you if you''re too greedy.”


    “Mr. Ward, didn''t Neil tell you that forming a coalition, colluding with others to profit for personal


    gain, manipting the stock market, and providing insider information is illegal?” asked Donald as


    he smiled coldly.


    “I don''t know what you''re talking about! Furthermore, that''s just your word alone, and you''re


    using me without any evidence! I''ll sue you for nder.” Harvey was not bothered at all.


    “0329,” stated Donald simply before he hung up the phone right after.


    “Oh, no!” eximed Harvey as he suddenly felt the rapidly intensifying thumping of his heart in


    response to Donald''sst words.


    No one understood better than Harvey what those numbers represented.


    It was the ount number of one of his offshore bank ounts. He had gone to great lengths to


    hide the existence of such an ount and masked it withyers andyers of subterfuge. To the


    untrained eye, it would seem like nothing more than a store for gold in Warblerich Bank.


    As it was a bank renowned for prioritizing its clients'' privacy above all else, that made it all the more


    surprising for Harvey that Donald had found out about the ount''s existence.


    All of a sudden, a series of rapid knocks echoed from the direction of the door before it was pushed


    open, and a half dozen uniformed men walked in. “Harvey Ward, we''re from Pollerton''s Special


    Activities and AntiCorruption Unit. Pleasee with us!"