Chapter 373 I Am Donald
“Is Ernest Weiss under the Freedman clan’s protection?” Donald asked flatly.
Sebastian instantly understood the situation. That fool must have offended Donald!
At that moment, Sebastian swiftly denied it. “Feel free to deal with him as you please, Mr. Campbell. I’ll call my father and tell him to phone Ernest!”
Thoughts ran through Sebastian’s mind after he hung up the call.
Ernest wasn’t under Sebastian’s protection. Instead, Ernest was a subordinate of the Freedman clan’s first-in-line heir, Oscar Freedman.
Shaun, an assassin working with Papillon, was also Oscar’s subordinate.
No matter his strategies or social relationships, Sebastian stood no chance against Oscar.
Thus, Sebastian wondered what it would be like if Donald was the one to deal with Oscar.
With that thought in mind, he called his father, Frederick. “Dad, Ernest offended Donald, so Donald plans to teach him a lesson. What do you think I should do?”
As a member of a prestigious family, Frederick thought way ahead of most people. He immediately understood what Sebastian had on his mind. “All right. Let me phone Ernest and prepare to throw Oscar under the bus and pull him down using Donald’s power!”
Outside the ICU, Ernest stared at Donald like an idiot. “How dare you speak to me in such a manner! Aren’t you the Campbell clan’s outcast?”
Ernest did not believe that Donald could make the Freedman clan revoke their protection for him because the clan was protective of their members.
However, when Ernest’s phone rang, his hands shivered because it was from Frederick, the second heir in line of the Freedman clan.
Many heirs were second in line, about more than ten in total. Frederick was in an odd position, but it would still be easy for him to deal with Donald.
“Ernest, you can’t afford to offend the person before you. I’m formally announcing that the Freedman clan is firing you. In other words, whatever you do today has no relation with the Freedman clan in the slightest!” Then, Frederick ended the phone call.
Ernest was stunned, and so was James. They both glanced toward Donald.
How scary is this person if even Frederick doesn’t dare to go up against him?
“Not even God can stop you?” A mocking smile crept up Donald’s face.
Ernest turned around abruptly and grabbed James’ neck. “Kneel!”
Then, they kneeled on the ground together. “Mr. Campbell, please have mercy!”
Everyone was shocked at the sight before them.
It was apparent that hatred filled James’ heart, but he still kneeled as ordered. “Mr. Campbell, please spare us your mercy. It’s my fault for not knowing any better!”
“You’re free to leave, but he must stay!” Donald roared while pointing at James.
Ernest raised his head. All that came into his view were Donald’s eyes, which were as dark as the abyss. It was as if he was a True Dragon reviving from the dead.
Ernest wanted to say something but was frightened by Donald’s fierce tone. “If you’re willing to stay behind, I don’t mind. I can teach you both a lesson!” Donald yelled.
Ernest’s face turned pale as he thought about it hard and long. He then stood up and bowed to Donald. “Sure!”
Ernest knew that he had to rush back to the Freedman clan. Since Frederick couldn’t shield him, he planned to seek Oscar for assistance.
With Oscar’s aggressiveness, Ernest was confident that he could help them.
“Go ahead and examine Ysabel first,” Donald said.
Afterward, a group of specialists, accompanied by Logan, entered the ICU.
Outside the door, the crowd locked their fiery gaze onto Donald.
Kevin and Linda started to have regrets once more. Was Donald this capable all along? Why weren’t we aware of this?
“How did you manage to get them to help?” Jennifer looked at Donald as her eyes lit up.
The others stretched their ears as they listened in curiosity.
Donald replied, “I just made a few phone calls.”
Jennifer said, “Who the h*ll are you?”
Donald remained silent for a moment before speaking. “I am Donald Campbell.”
Jennifer wanted to question him again, but someone suddenly appeared, attracting everyone’s attention.
It was Wyvern King, Kingsley!
One of the Four Greatest Divine Generals under Donald’s command.
Kingsley looked straight ahead once he showed up, not daring to greet Donald. All he did was pass a pile of documents to Beatrice. “We had investigated the overall situation and found out the assassin was from the Winston family and worked under Mason’s orders.”
