Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 220

Bryan began, “Dad…”

However, Howard spontaneously burst out, “Exactly who did you offend? I received a severe warning from Edward Foundation, and I’m still in the midst of liaising with them. Mr. Edward personally came forward to speak with me!”

As he heard this, Bryan suddenly felt an icy chill wash over him.

To think it extended all the way to the Edward Foundation… And Mr. Edward himself reached out in person as well. What could have happened?

“What’s wrong, Dad?” he asked.

However, he didn’t receive a reply. Instead, he picked up on the familiar voice of his teacher, who also happened to be Howard’s boss, Edward. The latter said, “I’m sorry, Howard. I don’t think it’s suitable for you to work at Edward Foundation currently. You’re fired!”

“In addition, these are the signatures from one hundred twenty-three foundations on Windmill Street jointly demanding your expulsion. From this moment, you’re hereby banished from Windmill Street! We’ve also looked into all the kickbacks you obtained from the listed companies. The immigration authorities will be sure to press charges against you for your financial crimes!” Edward added.

Bryan’s head swirled in confusion as he took in the series of developments that rapidly unfolded before him.

again, Edward’s voice carried over as he said, “Is that Bryan on the phone? Bring it over

began to shake uncontrollably in fear. He had never felt this much terror in

was devoid of his usual gentleness as he sternly said, “You used to be my favorite student, Bryan. However, that’s not the case anymore. You’ve offended someone that you shouldn’t have messed

turned to point fiercely at Donald as he asked, “What did you do? Tell me now! What in the world did you pull

poised to rise rapidly through the ranks and join the exclusive group of billionaires under the age of thirty. However, he now had nothing to his name

sudden, he pivoted to face Shawn and

shot a deep and meaningful glance at Donald before he smiled

his brother-in-law. Unbeknownst to the others, their lifeline

was already well into his sixties and was currently seated in his study as he

the phone suddenly rang, his hand reflexively jerked, and the brush in his hand ran amok on the canvas. The mountain landscape that he was so proud of before was now

picked up the phone and demanded, “Speak

seems to have tapped on some forbidden power and is now bent

over Daily Yield Group, but he’s up to something else

phone and introduced himself, “I’m Donald

Ward. You little punk! You should be thankful for everything you have. Things can only go badly