Chapter 452

Someone Important But being the first to pledge his allegiance to Silas after the latter arrived in Pollerton and by offering up all of his own assets in the process, he won the favor of Silas who went on to appoint him as his first vanguard.

Sooner or later, Silas will have to leave Pollerton, and in the latter’s absence, Henry would rise up to become the true master of Pollerton. Thus, it had to be said that he had chosen wisely.

“Bring me a chair. I have to take a good look at the faces of all those bigwigs in Pollerton from before, just to see whether they would shit themselves,” Henry said.

A henchman with a fancifully colored mane immediately ran over and set a chair down. Henry then sat boldly and uninhibitedly by the doorway with his legs crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Oh, Herman. You’re here too?”

Not bothering to set himself upright, Donald offered up a boisterous greeting when he saw a man alight. Herman merely eyeballed Donald coldly before he went straight inside the hall.

“Remember that you have to hand over the shop in Southwood E-commerce District today. Hahaha…”

laughed Henry after him.

“Hmm. Isn’t that Crow? You are really early. Mr. Doyle’s waiting for you already.” Henry was on a roll.

He was really looking forward to seeing how Ethan, Charles, and the others would react.

Coming up to ten in the morning, Henry was starting to get a little impatient when Charles and the others had yet to arrive. Thus, he gave Ethan a call.

“Yo, what’s with the hold-up? You’ve kept Mr. Doyle waiting for almost an hour already. You should know that there’s going to be consequences if you don’t show yourself soon, so don’t say that I didn’t warn you!”

“Let him carry on waiting then,” Ethan’s nonchalant voice rang out. Taken aback, Henry then broke into a tirade.

“It seems to me that you’ve grown tired of living. Wait till I repeat what you’ve just said to Mr. Doyle!”

“Whatever.” Ethan’s reply was equally pointed. Being no fool himself, Henry said ambiguously, “Sounds like you found yourself some kind of backer.”

Disinterested in tattling on with his counterpart, Ethan casually hung up. The snorting Henry was unconvinced of Ethan’s ability to secure any kind of formidable backing.

Even Neil was reluctant to get involved in all that. With the guests continuing to stream in, Henry psyched himself up upon seeing a couple approach. It’s Arnaldo Wilson and his daughter Reina! Henry finally got to his feet.

“You’re late, Arnaldo, and Mr. Doyle is very displeased!” Arnaldo only regarded him blandly.

“Really.”

“Aren’t you afraid that Mr. Doyle would have your head?” said Henry in an attempt to demand some respect for himself. Arnaldo’s gaze gradually turned frosty.

“Why is a cur like you even trying to issue threats around here?” Stunned, Henry then roared, “You’re a dead man. You’re never getting out of Pollerton alive!”

Arnaldo went on to ignore him and led Reina inside. Holton and Yolanda arrived shortly after, but Henry made no attempt to taunt them, for he knew that Holton was no pushover, and Yolanda, especially, had a reputation for being ruthless.

At eleven sharp, Henry finally spotted Charles, Zayne, Tyson, and Ethan arrive in concert. Returning to his post on the chair, Henry smiled broadly at the lot of them. He then lifted his wrist to check the time.

“Late for almost two hours. Boy, you lot are in trouble now!” Coming up to him, Charles towered over him before sending a backhand across the latter’s face.

“Mind your own damned business!” Taken by surprise, Henry felt the impetus to blow his top. But at the sight of the considerable number of bodyguards behind Charles, he could only muster up a sneer.

“You won’t be cocky for much longer. From this day on, you’ll no longer be the richest man in Pollerton!” Charles could not be bothered with him. His crew quietly waited in the lift lobby, as though they were awaiting the arrival of someone important. Shortly after, a man dressed in a suit with his hair pulled back into a ponytail appeared outside of the glass door. The shell-shocked Henry exclaimed, “You’re alive, Donald Campbell. To think that you’d dare show yourself around here. Mr. Doyle has been looking everywhere for you!”