Dauntless God Of War

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“Fine. That's our only option. To achieve a more realistic effect, I think you should verbally reprimand Zyaire,” Sebastian suggested before leaving the hospital.

Meanwhile, Harold and Marilyn were on a ship back to Hishwick Island.

“Harold, be honest with me. How did you convince the Jackson family to let you go?” Marilyn asked Harold curiously on the deck.

“It's very simple. After I was brought away, that fatty trod on my heels and attempted to harm me. Instead, I taught him a lesson and learned about the horrible things he did in the past. To cover up his wrongdoings, the Jackson family had no other choice but to let you and me off. Otherwise, the Jackson family's heir would have to be imprisoned if I disclosed his misdeeds,” he explained with a partial truth.

“Thank you. If you hadn't reached in time, I would've had to spend the rest of my life with a psycho like him.”

Marilyn's face turned pale after she listened to Harold describing the things Bobby had committed.

“Rest assured. I'm here for you. No one, including your family members, will dare to force you to do anything you don't like now that I'm accompanying you home,” he said to her firmly.

That was the form of compensation he was offering her, which was to let her gain absolute freedom.

Since he had settled the matters on the Jackson family's end, the only task left was to deal with the issues with Marilyn's family.

At that moment, he was following her back to Hishwick Island to resolve that matter.

However, Harold's speech caused Marilyn to harbor the misconception that he was going to take responsibility for her and was returning with her to come clean to her parents.

Hence, after hearing his confession-like remark, Marilyn blushed and felt butterflies in her stomach.

To her, that romantic relationship had started too abruptly, and things were happening entirely beyond her control.

She even thought of heeding Isabella's suggestion to elope abroad with Harold if her family members were reluctant to accept him.

“Okay,” she responded shyly before scurrying away as she was still clueless about how to be around Harold due to his sudden advent.

Staring at Marilyn's leaving figure from behind, Harold took out his phone and dialed a number he had never contacted since he joined the army. Since I cannot expose my identity as the God of War, I shall use another identity to force the Schmidt family to yield.

At the same time, at the entrance of Royal One Club, the most luxurious club at Hishwick Island, a young man dressed in a golden shirt and emitting a domineering aura swaggered out of the building.

He was the current person in charge of the underground forces of the entire world, Quintus Langdon.

He secured the position five years ago, and the seat had been his ever since.

“Mr. Langdon, there's a phone call for you.”