Chapter 446 Dartan Belongs To Me
“Don’t worry,” Donald replied with a nod. “The fifth-generation chips are from Quadfield, and the research I have on that is ten years ahead of theirs. Moreover, Lord Campbell Mountain Villa’s research into new energy sources and superinsulation materials is already in its final stages. We should be able to showcase them at the fair too.”
Lana gazed fondly at Donald, head tilted as she rested her cheek on her hand and her ample bosom on the table. Donald, however, accidentally stole a glimpse and looked away immediately. “I’m curious,” Lana said smilingly. “Just how rich are you?”
Even though he was taken aback by the question, Donald quickly regained his composure. “I don’t have much now. My net worth is more than a hundred billion, but my expenses are astronomical. The annual fees for the three hundred thousand Horizon Group members alone are staggering enough.”
“Oh, my gosh! Where do you get your money from, then?”
Calm as always, Donald took a sip of his coffee before dropping the bomb. “Well… Dartan belongs to me.”
Lana stared at him in utter disbelief, eyes widening with every second. Dartan was a foreign nation and also one of the global financial centers.
However, it had been in a state of anarchy for the longest time, giving rise to the rampant growth of private armies. If it weren’t for its strategic location, Dartan would have long descended into chaos and the junk heap of destruction.
The precarious situation went on until Donald formed the Horizon Group and dispatched a team to set up a base in Dartan.
Dartan’s a world trade center and has several countries around its borders. Once we’ve launched the new energy sources and superinsulation materials powered by our controlled fusion technology, we’ll hold our first official press conference there,” Donald added. “As for the superchip that you’ve mentioned, Dartan has an even more advanced one. It’s the place to go for the best technology and innovation!
Having heard all of that, Lana was utterly dumbfounded. The closer she got to Donald, the more she was stunned by his power and influence.
No wonder everyone said Donald wouldn’t be able to compete with the Campbell clan in the country, but if they were in an international setting, he’d crush them without even breaking a sweat!
After chatting for a bit more, Lana decided to change the topic. “Jennifer and Tyrone are getting engaged on the twenty-sixth of this month. What are your thoughts on that?”
Donald shook his head. “It all depends on what Jennifer thinks.”
In all honesty, he hadn’t seen Jennifer yet, and neither did he have any traces of her in his memories. The only way to jog his memory of her was if he met her face to face.
As such, he wasn’t too bothered by the engagement for the time being. For the rest of the day, Donald roamed about Pollerton as he tried to search for his old memories.
Meanwhile, Silas was starting to suspect that something had gone amiss. Not only had Francesco not returned, but the bodyguards he sent out had also failed to find any information.
Silas had set up an office in Pollerton, and a group of people had gathered inside, most of whom Donald would find acutely familiar.
Other than Silas, there was also the chairman of Pollerton Translations, Akio Ono. However, there was one specific person that caught everyone else’s attention.
He was a man in his seventies, dressed in a long, flowing robe. Even as he sat quietly in his seat, the aura emanating from him was eerily frightening.
As it turned out, the man was none other than Jeffery Lysle, Francesco’s master. He was one of the founding members of Crimson Dust Order and had immense influence overseas.
At that moment, Jeffery was stoic as he gripped his phone tight, not saying a word. “There’s still no news about Brutus and Francesco,” Silas uttered before stealing a peek at Jeffery.
To say the latter was terrifying would be an understatement. Jeffrey had earned his fame decades ago, and everyone knew his powers were unfathomable.
Silas had even once witnessed him casually leaping a hundred meters into the air.
Just as one could cut the atmosphere with a knife, a knock on the door rang out, breaking the silence. A masked man promptly entered the room and walked up to Akio. “Mr. Ono, I’ve seen Holton Danvers and Arnaldo Wilson. They’re still alive!”
This time, it was Jeffery’s turn to be surprised at the masked man’s appearance. After all, he could tell from one look that the latter was the third-best fighter in Yartran, Amadeus!
