“Well, I entered.”
“Impossible. Where are my bodyguards outside?”
“Are you referring to the bunch of trash? I cleared them up before coming in.”
“You cleared them up?” Braxton initially doubted that Donald was merely bragging but was startled upon meeting his gaze, for the latter seemed extremely driven by murderous intent.
Moreover, Braxton somehow saw himself looking like a weakling in Donald's eyes.
At that moment, he was not even sure why he was feeling that way.
This Donald is not the piece of trash that I'm accustomed to!
“W-Who are you?”
“I'm Donald Campbell from Quadfield.”
Donald Campbell from Quadfield? Could he be Lord Campbell from Quadfield?
“No! It can't be!”
As Braxton went weak in the knees, he slumped onto the floor.
After placing Jennifer gently on the bed, Donald looked at Braxton loftily like a god staring down a lowly creature.
“How dare you bully my woman? Have you thought about how you want to die?”
“Rosie! Are you dead? Come and save me!”
Braxton regretted instructing Rosie to leave earlier just because he wanted to lay his fingers on Jennifer.
Otherwise, Rosie could have at least rescued him, even though they might be facing the mighty Lord Campbell.
While Braxton was a bundle of nerves, Donald picked up the camera on the floor and pointed it at him.
“Come on, scream. I like it when you scream, especially when your eyes are filled with desperation.”
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