Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 32

“It's just a small, trashy company, so I don't care if you returned it or not. I can always acquire a bigger company for you, or you can start a company yourself and make it big!” Harold replied nonchalantly.

He really was not concerned about the small Turner Corporation. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

If not for Isabella's sake, he would be too lazy to even bother about Turner Corporation.

“Hmph!” She snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

She had already gotten used to Harold's lies these days.

He acquired a company, bought a luxury car, and even made Craig, one of Dellmoor's three bigshots, kneel before him. If I didn't see him take the bank card from Dad and see the Xenos family making things difficult for him because he couldn't prepare a betrothal gift worth three hundred thousand, I would have believed his lies.

Noticing Isabella's look of derision, Harold only shrugged and obediently carried out Isabella's previous order—not mentioning he was the God of War before her.

After they ate a peaceful lunch together, Harold went back to his company to work.

On the way, he made a call to Logan.

“Logan, tell all the banks in Dellmoor that only Isabella can make the decisions. No one else in the Turner family can.”

As usual, he hung up after giving the orders.

I must make Isabella's family return to the Turner family glamorously.

While on the way to his company, a minor incident happened to Harold. A girl on an electric trike accidentally scratched his car when he was waiting at a traffic junction.

“Sorry, sir. I didn't do it on purpose! I'll pay you back!”

The girl's voice was sweet, and she was dressed fashionably with a baseball cap and sunglasses. On the electric trike were tons of recyclables and an elderly man in his seventies or eighties.

Realizing she had scratched Harold's car, the girl immediately got down and took out her phone to pay Harold.

Harold knitted his brows when he saw her attire. She is so insensible. Her grandpa is dressed shabbily and is so thin and frail. Yet, she still wastes money by dressing like a celebrity.

“It's fine. I am the one who went out of my lane, so I should be the one paying. This is all the cash I have with me. Use it to buy a better electric trike for your grandpa!”

For the sake of the elderly man, Harold did not ask for compensation. Instead, he took out three to four thousand from his wallet and stuffed it into the girl's hands before driving away.

“Huh? Did he mistake me, Marilyn Schmidt, an A-list actress, for a garbage collector?”

Marilyn stared at the cash in her hands dazedly. Even after Harold drove off, she still had not regained her senses.

“Miss, why don't you just drop me off here? I can take these things back myself,” the elderly man on the electric trike suggested with a grateful look.

After all, Marilyn helped him push his electric trike up a hill and even wanted to help him bring the recyclables home.

“It's fine, sir. I said that I would cycle back to your house, so I'll definitely keep my word. This is my principle. That nice man gave this money just now for you to buy a better electric trike. Keep it well, and don't lose it.”

The elderly man's voice drew Marilyn back to reality. After stuffing the money in her hands into his tattered pockets, she continued cycling him home despite his protests.

After parking his car in his company's parking lot, Harold called a car repair shop and asked them to take the car to repaint the part where the paint was chipped off.

By the time he settled all these affairs, he was late again.

“Harold, you're the only one free these days, so I'll let you handle the deal of advertising Larson Corporation's new product. You must successfully snag it for our company!”

The instant Harold returned to his seat, his team leader, Kayden, threw a file on his table.