Son-In-Law Madness

When Wilfred saw the magnitude at which the share prices were skyrocketing, he promptly panicked. A sense of foreboding welled within him.

How much money exactly does Donald have? Even if he had just made a fortune from the Ten Prestigious Families, it'd take some time before he could use it to trade. So, he's utilizing different funds to counterattack the Ten Prestigious Families?

On the other end of the phone, Zavion felt his blood pressure spiking as he watched his family company's share prices spiral rapidly.

“Do you really want to go against me to the bitter end, Donald?” he demanded in a terse voice.

“It looks like you haven't comprehended your current situation. Do you see your share prices? Right now, the Ten Prestigious Families will instantly go bankrupt with just a command from me,” Donald replied coldly.

Zavion was no fool, so he naturally knew that the man was blackmailing them outright. Gritting his teeth, he questioned, “What exactly do you want?”

“My request is simple. This time, the Ten Prestigious Families launched a financial attack on Dragon Fide Corporation. I'm giving them all an hour to show up in front of me, and I'll bankrupt whichever family who is absent when the time’s up.” After saying that, Donald hung up right away. As though discarding a piece of trash, he tossed the phone at Wilfred's feet.

“Didn't you want to make a move against me, Mr. Downey? Bring it on,” Donald said, turning to Wilfred and spreading his arms, inviting the latter to make a move against him without worrying that he would resist.

At the sight of the sky-high value of his family company's share prices, Wilfred no longer dared to do anything to the man. Otherwise, he would only be courting death.

When Wilfred remained motionless, Donald walked up to him. Reaching out, he forcefully patted Wilfred's face thrice. “Ah, the heir of the Downey family is not so impressive after all. I urged you to make a move, yet you didn't even dare do so. Why are you so useless?”

“Donald Campbell!” Wilfred growled lowly like a wild beast with his jaw clenched.

Slap!

At that, Donald smacked Wilfred hard across the face. Then, he enunciated expressionlessly, “Who are you to call me by my name? Get on your knees.”

Stiffening entirely, Wilfred shot daggers at Donald as though he wanted to kill the man with the look in his eyes. However, Donald remained unmoved. He lifted his hand and landed another hard slap on Wilfred's face. “I'll repeat that again. Get on your knees.”

When Wilfred saw the man taking his phone out, he had no choice but to fall to his knees and hang his head low before Donald despite his intense aversion.

All the elites in the business world of New Littbourg went silent in terror. Verily, Donald was too aggressive and domineering. Most terrifying of all, he had the capability to act in such a manner. The heir of the Downey family was a prominent figure feared by many. Yet, he was no different from a kid before Donald, taken to task as though he was the man's grandson.

Pointing at Wilfred, Donald uttered disdainfully to the others, “The lot of you were planning to do business with such a person earlier? Have you truly thought it through?”