Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 495 I Will Just Eliminate Them “It’s not that.” Bradley’s expression was rather solemn. Taken aback, Donald lifted his head and stared at the man, waiting for his report. “The heir of Irving Group came to Pollerton and established Irving Capital. With a cash flow of a billion, he bought out Pollerton Pharma and gained control of that pharmaceutical giant. Besides, his target may be Ms. Wilson and her family!”

Bradley reported. Irving Group? Isn’t that my maternal grandfather’s family? Ten years old, Raymond’s business worth tens of billions were suppressed by the Campbell clan. Not only did Donald’s mother’s family not help, but they even hit them when they were down. Back then, Donald was still studying. His father brought him to the birthday banquet of the head of Irving Group. He asked them for their help to mediate that matter. If they were to stand up for them, that matter would definitely be resolved. Furthermore, it would only take a few words from them. Alas, not only did they not help, but they even sabotaged them further by bribing Raymond’s driver, Jonah Linker. Donald could vividly remember his biological uncle pouring a pot of coffee over his father’s head at the banquet before everyone. Coffee dregs ended up all over his face.

When Donald’s thoughts returned to the present, he asked languidly, “Who came over?” “Your aunt’s son, Braxton,” Bradley replied. “Ah, it’s my cousin. How intriguing!” Donald wasn’t enraged at all, still as calm and unruffled as ever. His cousin had always looked down upon him. Every time he returned to Irving Group with his mother, the former would bully him. When his cousin was five or six years old, he started snatching his candies. At ten years old, it escalated to his toys. And at fifteen or sixteen years old, it intensified into his crushes. “Let them kick

all top-notch beauties. Therefore, he disdained these mediocre women. The incredibly handsome man swept a gaze over Tyrone. He patted the bikini-clad models before heading toward the latter. He stood at one point eight five meters, with a well-proportioned figure and fair

just too set in your ways.” At that, Tyrone’s expression gradually contorted. “How could I not when I’m going to die soon?” In response, Atticus guffawed. “You’re still