Female Novel
Chapter 220
Chapter 220 Doomed
Bryan began, “Dad…”
However, Howard spontaneously burst out, “Exactly who did you offend? I received a severe warningfrom Edward Foundation, and I’m still in the midst of liaising with them. Mr. Edward personally cameforward to speak with me!”
As he heard this, Bryan suddenly felt an icy chill wash over him.
To think it extended all the way to the Edward Foundation… And Mr. Edward himself reached out inperson as well. What could have happened?
“What’s wrong, Dad?” he asked.
However, he didn’t receive a reply. Instead, he picked up on the familiar voice of his teacher, who alsohappened to be Howard’s boss, Edward. The latter said, “I’m sorry, Howard. I don’t think it’s suitable foryou to work at Edward Foundation currently. You’re fired!”
“In addition, these are the signatures from one hundred twenty-three foundations on Windmill Streetjointly demanding your expulsion. From this moment, you’re hereby banished from Windmill Street!We’ve also looked into all the kickbacks you obtained from the listed companies. The immigrationauthorities will be sure to press charges against you for your financial crimes!” Edward added.
Bryan’s head swirled in confusion as he took in the series of developments that rapidly unfolded beforehim.
Once again, Edward’s voice carried over as he said, “Is that Bryan on the phone? Bring it over here.”
“Mr. Edward…” Bryan said as his body began to shake uncontrollably in fear. He had never felt this muchterror in his life before today.
Edward’s voice was devoid of his usual gentleness as he sternly said, “You used to be my favoritestudent, Bryan. However, that’s not the case anymore. You’ve offended someone that you shouldn’t havemessed around with. The man before you is simply one you can’t afford to cross! Don’t you regret itnow?”
With that, the call ended. Bryan immediately turned to point fiercely at Donald as he asked, “What didyou do? Tell me now! What in the world did you pull here?”
Bryan was utterly incensed. Before that incident had occurred, he was well poised to rise rapidly throughthe ranks and join the exclusive group of billionaires under the age of thirty. However, he now hadnothing to his name and was on the verge of ending up in prison to boot.
All of a sudden, he pivoted to face Shawn and helplessly pleaded, “Save me, Mr. Larson!”
Shawn shot a deep and meaningful glance at Donald before he smiled coldly and said, “Let me make acall.”
With that, he reached out and called his brother-in-law. Unbeknownst to the others, their lifeline wasHarvey Ward himself.
Harvey was already well into his sixties and was currently seated in his study as he meticulously paintedan exquisite painting in a focused and fully engrossed state.
When the phone suddenly rang, his hand reflexively jerked, and the brush in his hand ran amok on thecanvas. The mountain landscape that he was so proud of before was now ruined by a single uglybrushstroke.
His mood was immediately ruined as he picked up the phone and demanded, “Speak up! What do youwant?”
“Harvey, there’s someone proclaiming to be Donald Campbell that’s currently causing trouble atParamount Hotel. He seems to have tapped on some forbidden power and is now bent on arrestingBryan,” explained Shawn.
Harvey’s voice was icy cold as he replied, “It’s not enough that he bought over Daily Yield Group, buthe’s up to something else as well? Hand him the phone! I want to speak directly to him.”
Donald received the phone and introduced himself, “I’m Donald Campbell.”
Harvey’s low voice carried over as he replied, “I’m Harvey Ward. You little punk! You should be thankfulfor everything you have. Things can only go badly for you if you’re too greedy.”
“Mr. Ward, didn’t Neil tell you that forming a coalition, colluding with others to profit for personal gain,manipulating the stock market, and providing insider information is illegal?” asked Donald as he smiledcoldly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Furthermore, that’s just your word alone, and you’re accusing mewithout any evidence! I’ll sue you for slander.” Harvey was not bothered at all.
“0329,” stated Donald simply before he hung up the phone right after.
“Oh, no!” exclaimed Harvey as he suddenly felt the rapidly intensifying thumping of his heart in responseto Donald’s last words.novelbin
No one understood better than Harvey what those numbers represented.
It was the account number of one of his offshore bank accounts. He had gone to great lengths to hidethe existence of such an account and masked it with layers and layers of subterfuge. To the untrainedeye, it would seem like nothing more than a store for gold in Warblerich Bank.
As it was a bank renowned for prioritizing its clients’ privacy above all else, that made it all the moresurprising for Harvey that Donald had found out about the account’s existence.
All of a sudden, a series of rapid knocks echoed from the direction of the door before it was pushedopen, and a half dozen uniformed men walked in. “Harvey Ward, we’re from Pollerton’s Special Activitiesand Anti-Corruption Unit. Please come with us!”