Chapter 215
Leroy hung his head as he spoke. For the sake of swaying Harold with their past acquaintance, he
didn''t address thetter as Mr. Campbell as the Larsons did. Instead, he used the address they used
during their schooldays.
Leroy hung his head as he spoke. For the sake of swaying Harold with their past acquaintance, he
didn''t address thetter as Mr. Campbell as the Larsons did. Instead, he used the address they used
during their schooldays.
“Oh well!”
The address of “Mr. Harold” reminded Harold of the memories back when they were studying. He
inexorably sighed.
He got to his feet to leave the conference room, but when he reached the door, he halted in his tracks.
“I''ll let it slide this time. As for the contents on thest page of the document, I''ll fax it over when I arrive
back at the office. But I hope you understand one thing—your superior will always be your superior!
Don''t look down on anyone!”
After saying that, he left Larson Corporation.
At his words, everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief, regardless of whether it was
the Larsons, Leroy, or Monkey.
When Harold stepped out of Larson Corporation''s entrance, he saw that Jose was still waiting outside
the building.
The moment Jose spotted Harolding out, he stalked up to him with a dark expression on his face.
Grabbing the man''s cor, he demanded, “What''s your rtionship with Autumn, kid? And where is
she?”
Harold looked at him as though he was an idiot. Reaching out, he lightly sped thetter''s wrist.
Jose''s face went pale from the pain, and he swiftly dropped his hold on Harold''s cor.
Thereafter, Harold strolled away.
“I don''t care what your rtionship with her is, kid. If I see you pestering her again next time, I''ll make
you regret ever being born!”
He could still hear Jose''s furious bellow behind him even after he had gone a distance away.
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At the same time, rows of high-end Mercedes-Benz were parked at the entrance of Bellridge Prison in
the neighboring state, amounting to more than a hundred cars.
Bodyguards in ck suits stood on either side of each car.
The gates of Bellridge Prison slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with an imposing aura walked out
in prison uniform.
“Wee back, Don!”
Led by a young man, the bodyguards in ck bowed and greeted him in unison.
“Why are you all weing me? And how many times have I told you to address me as Boss instead
of Don? Can''t you understand simplenguage?”
Not only did the middle-aged man in prison uniform unhappy after hearing the bodyguards'' remark, but
he even reproached them with fury etched across his features.
At an utter loss, the bodyguards in ck looked at each other.
“Wee back, Boss!”
Thereafter, Harold strolled away.
“I don''t care what your rtionship with her is, kid. If I see you pestering her again next time, I''ll make
you regret ever being born!”
“Wee back, Boss!”
The young man with a scar on his forehead who stood in the middle hastily changed his address
toward the middle-aged man.
Seeing that, the bodyguards in ck followed suit.
“This is more like it. How''s your sister, Tinny? Char should be five years old now, right?” the middle-
aged man asked the scarred young man standing before him after bobbing his head at the bodyguards.
“My sister is leading a good life with Char in Dellmoor, Boss,” the young man known as Tinny
answered.
“Great! I''ve got to meet a big shot these few days, so you make a trip to Dellmoor and bring them back
instead. For now, let''s go back!”
Having said that, the middle-aged man climbed into one of the luxurious cars in his prison uniform.
The other bodyguards got into the cars as well. The grand scene turned quiet again in less than ten
minutes.
Three days flew past. With just three to four more days before Isabe returned to Dellmoor, Harold
was both excited and apprehensive.
He was afraid that she would insist on going to City Hall for a divorce immediately upon her return.
By then, Charlotte had also been discharged from the hospital.
That noon, Harold still went to work as usual.