Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 356

Meanwhile, in Franklin's room at the Jackson residence, the man set his phone down before turning to his wife with a grim expression.

“Stephanie, where's that blasted son of ours?” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Bobby...” Stephanie muttered, suddenly realizing that her son was nowhere to be seen. “Oh, dear. I have no idea where he ran off to. I'll go find him now!”

“Forget it. That rascal has landed our family in hot water! Follow me to the police station to collect him!”

Before Stephanie could say anything, Franklin had put on a coat and stormed out of the house.

Upon seeing the Jacksons leave in such a hurry, the crowd waiting in the living room decided to follow them out of curiosity.

The group arrived at the police station, and it wasn't long before the Jacksons found their son in the waiting room.

Despite being shocked at his father's recovery and sudden appearance, Bobby quickly recomposed himself and smiled. “Dad, you've recovered? Great! Not only did that b*stard, Harold Campbell, try to steal my wife, but he even attempted to kill me. Get the police chief to sentence him to death!”

Yes! Now that Dad's here, he can pressure Chief Zinke to do my bidding!

Franklin, however, was terrified by Bobby's audacious request. He couldn't believe how ignorant and

arrogant his son was to want to kill Harold. “You idiot! What right do you have to call Mr. Campbell by his name?” he fumed as he slapped Bobby hard.

Stunned, Bobby widened his eyes and held his reddened cheek. “Dad, you... How could you hit me? I don't want to live anymore!”

“That's because I'm trying to hit some sense into your head! Do you know your actions will lead to the destruction of our family's century-old legacy? You'd better be honest with me. What have you done to Mr. Campbell?” Franklin scolded, furious that his son was still unrepentant.

The next second, he grabbed a stool and threatened to hit Bobby with it.

“What are you doing, Franklin?” Stephanie exclaimed as she hastily pulled her husband back. “It was Harold Campbell who stirred up trouble at our house first. What's wrong with Bobby teaching him a lesson? Has the illness fried your brain?”

Upset that his wife was just as ignorant as his son, Franklin stared solemnly at the two of them. “You guys are so painfully clueless! Harold Campbell is no ordinary individual! So what if our family is one of the most prestigious families, and the rest of the world sees us as shipping magnates? We're nothing in Mr. Campbell's eyes! All it takes is one word from him to destroy us. Furthermore, we wouldn't have achieved this much if it weren't for his support...”

For a moment, there was pin-drop silence in the station as everyone drew a collective breath.

One thing was for sure—Franklin's words had left his family and the crowd completely dumbfounded.

Everyone knew that the Jacksons' shipping company was the largest in the world and incredibly

powerful.

Therefore, if Harold could wipe out their entire fortune with just one word, he'd have to wield even more authority than them!

Just thinking about that was enough to send chills down everyone's spines.

Alas, Bobby remained skeptical of his father's claim. “Come on, Dad... You've got to be kidding me. We operate a large, multinational corporation and are hands down the world's most well-known shipping magnates. How can anyone crush us so easily?”

“You fool! Do you think I'd joke with you about our family's legacy? If you still don't tell me the truth, I'll kill you with my own hands today!”

With that, Franklin prepared to hit Bobby again, and not even Stephanie could stop him this time.

“Dad, wait! Fine... I'll tell you,” Bobby muttered. Since his father didn't seem to be lying, he had no choice but to reluctantly confess everything he had done to Harold.

“You... You've brought misfortune to our family!” Franklin yelled after hearing Bobby out, his face livid with rage. “Come on. Grab your scalpel and go with me to apologize to Mr. Campbell. If he refuses to forgive you, you can forget about being a man...”

Without further ado, Franklin ordered his subordinates to drag his heavyset son behind him as they made their way to the detention room.