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.

he said, “Is that Bryan on the phone? Bring it over

said as his body began to shake uncontrollably in fear. He

Bryan. However, that’s not the case anymore. You’ve offended someone that you shouldn’t have messed around with. The man before you is simply one you can’t afford to cross! Don’t you regret it

the call ended. Bryan immediately turned to point fiercely at Donald as he asked, “What did you do? Tell me

was utterly incensed. Before that incident had occurred, he was well poised to rise rapidly through the ranks and join the exclusive group of billionaires under the age of thirty. However, he now had

a sudden, he pivoted to face Shawn and helplessly pleaded, “Save

before he smiled coldly and said, “Let

his brother-in-law. Unbeknownst to

was already well into his sixties and was currently seated in his study as he meticulously painted an exquisite painting

suddenly rang, his hand reflexively jerked, and the brush in his hand ran amok on the canvas. The mountain

ruined as he picked up the phone and demanded, “Speak up! What do

trouble at Paramount Hotel. He seems to have tapped on some

replied, “It’s not enough that he bought over Daily Yield Group, but he’s up to something else as well? Hand him the phone! I want to speak directly

received the phone and introduced himself, “I’m Donald

punk! You should be thankful for everything you