Chapter 265


    Once he turned around, the gloating smile on Jose''s face was reced by an outraged look as he


    showed his indignance on Craig''s behalf.


    However, when he returned his attention to Harold, the smug smile he carried earlier quickly


    reappeared.


    Not only have you slept with Mr. McGowan''s woman, but you''ve insulted him to his face. Let''s see how


    you''re going to survive his wrath. As someone who has a reputation for being ruthless in Dellmoor, he


    has to defend his authority by teaching you a lesson. Otherwise, he won''t be able to look anyone in the


    eye ever again!


    Unexpectedly, Craig remained silent in the face of Harold''s remarks.


    Is Mr. McGowan so overwhelmed by anger that he''s been rendered speechless?


    The baffled Jose turned around to look at Craig again.


    It was then that he noticed Dellmore''s Big Three were hanging their heads low as if they were


    someone''s subordinates.


    While the Fields family was confused by the trio''s response, Harold continued coldly, “Craigy, answer


    me. Do I need to exin myself to you?”


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    Who''s Craigy? Can it be...


    Harold''s question dumbfounded both father and son.


    This punk dares to speak with Mr. McGowan in such a brazen tone?


    Subsequently, Craig''s response would further intensify their shock.


    “Mr. Campbell, regardless of how brave I''m, there''s no way I dare demand an exnation from you!”


    Craig rified frantically while cursing the father and son duo in his heart.


    Why did both of you have to drag me into your conflict with Mr. Campbell? Aren''t you just setting me


    up?


    Laszlo and Jose were utterly stunned by what Craig said.


    Not only was Craig the Underground King of Dellmoor, but he was also the person responsible for


    Paradise Hotel in the city.


    Why is that punk addressing Mr. McGowan as Craigy while thetter fearfully acknowledges the name?


    F*ck, what has the worlde to?


    When Craig ignored the father and son, both of them looked toward Philip and James.


    To their shock, thetter two kept their heads down, not daring to utter a word, let alone bother with the


    father and son.


    “W-Who in the world are you?” the astounded Jose asked once he realized that something was amiss.


    As a sense of dread began to well within him, it dawned upon him that he might have offended


    someone he shouldn''t.


    “Philip, tell them who I am!” Harold ordered.


    “Yes, Mr. Campbell!” Philip acknowledged the instruction before turning his attention to Laszlo and his


    son.


    “Standing before you is my boss and also the rumored figure behind Mr. McGowan and Mr. Smith—Mr.


    Harold Campbell!”


    Philip proceeded to reveal Harold''s identity to the father and son, filling their faces with disbelief.


    However, after seeing the reverence Dellmoor''s Big Three were showing to the young man, both of


    them had no choice but to ept the fact.


    All of a sudden, a sense of helplessness descended upon the Fields men, causing their knees to


    wobble.


    As if the ground had given way, they could feel their legs going limp.


    After all, it had never crossed their minds that the young man in front of them was the person they had


    racked their brains to invite but failed to do so.


    But didn''t he say he wasn''ting? So why is he here?