Chapter 916 Legs Turn To Jelly
Ashton, who was ready to spew out a load of nonsense, hesitated when he noticed how familiar
Donald looked.
“Have we met somewhere before?”
A familiar sensation washed over Ashton when he saw Donald sitting calmly at the bar, sipping his
drink. His heart slowly sank in dread.
F*ck. This feeling is bing more and more familiar, and I don''t like it one bit.
“So, you''ve forgotten about me so quickly, huh,ckey?”
The moment Ashton heard Donald call him ackey, he shivered. Following that, his legs gave way,
and he instantly fell to his knees.
All of his underlings werepletely stunned.
What''s going on here?
The scene they had envisioned of their boss teaching this brat a lesson didn''t happen. Instead, their
boss was the one who ended up kneeling before the brat.
“M-Mr. Campbell, howe you''re here?”
Ashton was shaking uncontrobly.
He was consumed by unfathomable fear, something beyond his control or maniption.
Donald looked at Ashton and chuckled lightly. “Can''t Ie to your ce?”
“Of course, of course! You''re certainly wee here.” Swallowing hard, Ashton continued, “What I
meant was, I didn''t know you were here, otherwise I would havee out to greet you earlier. What
are you all standing around for? Greet Mr. Campbell!”
One of his subordinates, Landon, said incredulously, “You''re not joking, right? He''s here to cause
trouble.”
“It''s an honor to have Mr. Campbell personally set foot on my turf! Are you going to greet him or
not? If not, I''ll make you a cripple right here and now!”
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Though unclear about Donald''s background and where he came from, Ashton''s subordinates dared
not go against his orders upon seeing how serious their boss was. Obediently, they greeted Donald.
Donald narrowed his eyes as he looked at the two speakers on the stage and said, “These two
speakers are quite lousy. I don''t like them.”
Upon hearing this, Ashton didn''t waste a second hesitating. He promptly grabbed a stool from
nearby and started furiously smashing the speakers.
His subordinates winced as if they were the ones being smashed.
These speakers were originally imported from Epea by Ashton at a hefty price. Each speaker cost
him over a hundred thousand.
They couldn''t believe Ashton actually destroyed the speakers just because Donald said he didn''t
like it.
“And that big screen of yours, too. It strains my eyes. I''m too old to handle the re.”
“All right, Mr. Campbell. Please hold on for a moment.”
Ashton summoned two of his underlings, ordering them to smash the big screen, too.
The other subordinates exchanged nces, all thinking that their boss had gone mad.
This was the first time they saw someone thrashing up their own ce.
After smashing therge LED screen into smithereens, Ashton finally returned to Donald''s side,
panting heavily. With a sycophantic expression, he rubbed his hands together and asked, “Mr.
Campbell, are you satisfied now?”
Donald looked at Ashton and sighed. “Ash, you''re making things really difficult for me. Can''t you
man up a bit so that I can take action with a clear conscience?”
Ashton once again knelt down with a thud before Donald.
“Mr. Campbell, if there''s anything I''ve done wrong, please let me know straight away so that I can
change. I beg you to give me a chance! I promise I won''t let you down.”
Years ago, Ashton had witnessed Donald''s cruel methods. He knew things would not end well for
him if Donald was serious.
Luckily, he was Donald''sckey back then, and his boss had assigned him to guide Donald and
such.
Hence, Ashton was the only person apart from Donald who came out of the bloodbath alive.
The psychological impact and trauma Donald had left on Ashton was simply too profound. As a
result, he dared not provoke Donald, let alone harbor any thoughts of resistance against him.
After some thought, Donald turned to Ashton and said, “You know my rules. I''ve heard from
someone that you''re selling Moneydust. Is this true?”
Upon hearing Donald''s question, Ashton couldn''t help but shudder.