Chapter 329 I Refuse To Work With You
Donald kicked the wheelchair, and Kevin instantly fell off.
“D*mn it! I’ll end your life! Dad, kill him!” Kevin bellowed, attracting many people’s attention.
Jennifer looked at Donald unhappily. “Donald, how could you beat someone as you like? Moreover, he’s my younger brother.”
Donald had lost interest in talking with Jennifer.
She stomped her feet and ran to help Kevin up.
Sylvia and the others stood aside as they observed the chaotic scene with smiles.
Nigel glanced at Donald. The former then stepped forward and said, “Donald, aren’t you very impressive? Why do you have cancer at such a young age? Is it karma?”
Nigel did not like Donald at all. Perhaps because the latter was Jennifer’s ex-husband, or maybe because his character of always being unperturbed by things and not having too many emotions irritated Nigel.
As the abandoned child of the Campbell clan, what right does he have to have this temperament?
So far, Nigel had only seen one person with such character.
It was none other than the heir of the strongest prominent family, Vincent.
Donald turned his gaze to Nigel and said nothing.
What the h*ll, young man? Why can’t you just sign the contract peacefully? Why must you provoke me?
Nigel continued to ask, “What does on the verge of death feel like? Are you filled with reluctance or persistent unwillingness? Look at how beautiful your ex-wife is. Someone will sleep with her once your life ends.”
“You look like you’re very excited.” Donald glanced at him indifferently.
Nigel chortled and was feeling extremely happy. “I’m ecstatic.”
“What are you excited about?” Donald asked flatly.
“Because you’re about to meet your end,” Nigel answered truthfully while laughing.
Donald replied, “I don’t think there are any grudges between us.”
“You’re overthinking. You’re not worthy of being my opponent. I merely think you’re an eyesore.” Nigel shook his head, and mockery was seen on his face.
Donald nodded in response. “Okay. I got it. I think you’re not the right fit for the Lord Campbell Avenue project.”
Before Nigel could answer, Sylvia glared at Donald and interrupted, “Who do you think you are? He can’t sign it just because you said so? Do you think you’re Lord Campbell or Kingsley? How dare you blabber around here when you look like a gigolo? Just go home and await your death.”
After Sylvia spoke, Jonathan added, “She’s right, Donald. I’ve read about you in the Abandoned Children Of The Campbell Clan. Do you think you’re the son of a wealthy family? Even the Campbell clan doesn’t accept you. Stop spouting nonsense here. Who are you to say that we can’t sign the contract?”
On the contrary, Shannon was expressionless as she stood aside quietly.
She was the precious daughter of the Yeager family, possessing absolute rationality and forever devoid of emotion.
All Shannon did was tilt her head and stare at Donald as her curiosity was piqued.
Her instincts told her that Donald was extraordinary with some kind of dangerous energy. It felt mysterious and was difficult to explain.
Donald glanced at the Wilson family of Tayhaven and sighed. “Wasn’t it better if all of you walked away just now? Yet you insisted on provoking me. Even if God himself comes, you guys can’t sign today’s contract because I said so.”
“What a silly person,” Sylvia sneered and turned her head. Her eyes lit up when she saw what was before her as Kingsley was approaching them.
He was clad in a navy suit, and his expression was cold.
After appearing before them, Kingsley simply gave the Wilson family of Tayhaven an icy look.
“General Felton, this is our credentials. Please take a look,” Sylvia said and frantically passed the contract and project implementation proposal to Kingsley.
Nigel, on the other hand, looked at Jennifer and her family with a threatening look. He was signaling them to leave immediately and not cause any trouble.
Kingsley took the proposal. He did not even bother to take a look and instantly threw it onto the ground. “I’ve decided to stop working with the Wilson family of Tayhaven.”
