Chapter 361 Maybe He Is Lord Campbell
Neil hummed in response before hanging up.
Jeremiah taunted brazenly, “Let me see whether you’re powerful or not!”
Around five minutes later, Jeremiah’s phone rang. When he noticed the caller, blood drained from his face.
It’s Neil!
Neil explained, “You’ve offended Mr. Campbell too. Starting from tomorrow, you don’t have to come to work anymore. Other than that, you’ve also embezzled funds from the company and forced consumers to make purchases from the service areas. I will make sure to get down to the bottom of the whole incident.”
Thud!
Jeremiah’s phone fell to the floor. As though struck by a bolt of lightning, he froze. Feeling a coldness creep from his feet to his whole body, the man started shaking.
Donald… truly did it!
“Y-Y-You…” Jeremiah sputtered. He then coughed uncontrollably, feeling as though blood was about to come out of his throat.
Shortly after, the door was pushed open by three righteous-looking men. They declared, “Jeremiah Stern, you are under arrest for your involvement in multiple occupational crimes.”
Jeremiah was not a public official but had opened a restaurant in the service areas during his stint. Working with the transportation company, they forced people who stopped by the service areas to make unwanted purchases while raising the price of a plate of pasta to fifty each.
If one were unwilling to eat it, they would throw the person at the service areas. Worse still, they would beat the person up as well.
Donald had already investigated this matter.
As though strength had drained from his body, Jeremiah let the policemen drag him out of the room.
The room fell into silence once again. This time around, the silence had a sense of confusion to it.
Everyone had their eyes on Donald while Adrian was still kneeling on the ground, his hair drenched with sweat.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Adrian’s mind as he turned toward Ysabel and Beatrice abruptly, pleading, “Ysabel, albeit I’m a distant relative, I’m still your uncle. Please ask Mr. Campbell to let me off the hook.”
A look of pity appeared on Ysabel’s face as she pulled on Donald’s sleeve gently.
Even so, Donald remained unfazed.
“Beatrice, my dear sister. Please help me out!” Adrian cajoled anxiously.
Stepping forward, Beatrice uttered gently, “Donald, don’t be too harsh on him.”
Donald chuckled in response. “Why are you begging me? It’s not like it was my request to demolish the toll stations.”
Everyone was baffled, not quite understanding Donald’s words.
Adrian was dazed as well. However, before long, his phone rang again. “Mr. Stern, we found some useful information. The one behind the demolition is none other than Lord Campbell himself! He wants to build a Lord Campbell Mountain Villa and an S7-Grade laboratory. Those trucks were transporting his devices,” Maisey informed.
What the hell?
Stupefied, Adrian looked at Donald. “You’re not the Mr. Campbell that Neil mentioned? It’s Lord Campbell?”
He continued, “Lord Campbell’s the one who dislikes my behavior and not you? Did you pretend to be him so you could scare and threaten me?”
“Yep,” Donald replied. To him, the conversation had taken an interesting turn.
Hearing that, Adrian got up from the ground immediately. His voice was cold as he remarked, “So, you’re telling me these were Lord Campbell’s doings instead of yours?”
After giving it some thought, Donald answered, “What if I told you I’m Lord Campbell?”
“Bullsh*t! If you’re Lord Campbell, then I’m Dynasto!” Adrian fumed.
It’s a misunderstanding! I kneeled before the wrong man!
Adrian reverted to his cold, hard self.
In an instant, everyone burst into an uproar as they started chattering.
“What on earth is this? Did he pretend to be Lord Campbell so he could act cool?”
“I knew it. How would a loser like him be this capable?”
“What a waste of my time.” Skylar pouted unhappily.
Kevin and Linda breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, so it was Lord Campbell’s all along. I truly thought Donald was a capable man. What a hopeless piece of scumbag!”
