“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.

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?”

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