Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 80

“Are you off work now, Mr. Campbell? I'm meeting Mr. White for a meal. Would you perhaps like to join us?” asked Philip deferentially as he hurriedly trotted to Harold.

“No, thank you. I have something to do later. Please go ahead!” Harold waved a hand and hailed a car to leave.

Philip waited until Harold departed before straightening his back and entering Galaxy Media.

Meanwhile, Brittany and her mother walked out from the corner.

“Brittany, is that old man in the suit Philip Larson, the richest man of Dellmoor?” Mandy asked her daughter uncertainly.

“Indeed, it is him. I finally know why Gary, Kayden, and the rest were fired,” Brittany murmured in shock. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Even the richest man smiled and spoke so reverentially to him? He has truly been hiding his identity from us for so many years!” Mandy was stupefied as well.

The scene where Philip behaved in a sycophantic manner toward Harold was deeply ingrained in her mind.

“How did we fail to realize his wealthy identity even though you guys were together for so long? You know what, Brittany? We have to get Harold back. This is a good chance for you to marry into an affluent family. We can't let it slip away.”

Mandy immediately dragged her daughter, who was still in a daze, to stop a car and chase after Harold.

In the meantime, Harold had gotten the medications from the pharmacy and had returned home.

“Dad, here are the medications and prescription you asked for. This was the prescription I got from Dr. Thompson some time ago. As long as you consume it diligently for half a month, I can assure you that you and Mom will feel eighteen again!”

Harold entered the house to see Benson watching financial news in the living room. He placed the packet of medications and prescription in front of the latter and teased him with a serious face.

Hearing that, Pauline, who was bringing the laundry to the balcony, blushed.

“Gosh, stop joking around! I've made some clam chowder. As a punishment, you're not allowed to have any.” She nagged Harold before hurrying to the balcony to hang the laundry, not wanting to listen to more of the duo's nonsense.

“I'm sorry, Mom, all right? You must let me drink the soup. You make the best soups, after all. They're better than those made by chefs of seven-star hotels. It tastes like home!” Harold gulped before begging her for mercy remorsefully.

“Hahaha! Don't bother about her, Harold. She's just stubborn. In fact, I know she's dying for me to gulp down all the medicines and regain my strength and glory right this instant. Furthermore, this is a prescription from Dr. Thompson. Just by his distinguished name alone, one can tell the effects of his medications must be amazing!” Benson exclaimed.

He could already imagine those magnificent days with his wife once he recovered half a month later.

“Hubby, is that your ruthless brother Bradley's car? Why is he here?”

Right as Benson was about to take the medications, Pauline spoke up from the balcony across.

“You must've seen wrongly. Why would he personally come to a place like this?” Benson answered, unbothered.

However, the doorbell rang once he finished his sentence.

Thinking that his daughter had returned, he quickly got up to open the door.

“What brings you here, Bradley?”

Benson was stunned the moment he saw the two men outside the door. They were his eldest brother, Bradley, and his nephew, Harvey.