Seeing Billy emerged with the dagger, Wilbur knew without a doubt that he had no way out.
He sneered at Donald, “It's my fate that I fall into your hands. But even if I die, there will still be people who will give you trouble.”
Everyone around felt that Wilbur was talking tough, but only Donald furrowed his brows, sensing that there might be more to his words than met the eye.
Just as Donald was about to ask Wilbur what he meant, Wilbur's lips moved slightly. Then, blood began to flow from all his orifices, and in no time at all, he had lost his breath.
“Sir, he has committed suicide.”
Billy looked at Donald with a hint of nervousness.
This time, it was indeed Billy's oversight.
How could anyone possibly have the audacity to die in front of him just because they wanted to in the past?
If Donald didn't allow him to die, then there was no chance he could even consider death as an option.
“I'm leaving the people here in your hands. Take a good look into it and figure out what Wilbur really meant by what he said.”
“Yes, Lord Campbell.”
After securing control over Wilbur's sister-in-law and his subordinates, Donald made a gesture, signaling the underworld bosses who were still kneeling to come inside for a discussion.
A group of people who had been overlords all this time, were suddenly summoned by Donald. Naturally, each one of them felt nervous.
Donald looked at these underworld bosses while sitting in the project manager's office at Dragon Fide Villa, and asked, “I've only been away for a few months, and you're already mingling with people like Wilbur. You bunch are quite impressive, aren't you?”
Upon hearing Donald's words, Newton quickly explained to him, “Mr. Campbell, please don't misunderstand. We really don't know Wilbur well. We never actually did those things that he asked us to do before.”
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