Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law 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.

as he said, “Is that Bryan on the

shake uncontrollably in fear. He had never

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 around with. The man before you is simply one you can’t afford

asked, “What did you do? Tell me now! What in the world did you pull

the ranks and join the exclusive group of billionaires under the age of thirty. However, he now had nothing to his name and was on the verge of ending

pivoted to face Shawn

and meaningful glance at Donald before he smiled coldly and said, “Let me make

out and called his brother-in-law. Unbeknownst

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

and the brush in his hand ran amok on the canvas. The

picked up the phone and demanded, “Speak up! What do you

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

icy cold as he replied, “It’s not enough that he bought over Daily Yield Group, but he’s up to something else as well? Hand him the

the phone and

should be thankful for everything you have. Things can