Novel Sweet
Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Slap!
Charles' hand connected solidly with Johnny's face as soon as the latter finished speaking. The slap was so sudden and forceful that Johnny was completely stupefied.
Charles hit the other man again despite his shaking fingers caused by the impact of the previous slap. His heart trembled with a mixture of fear and anger. “Kneel and apologize!”
Everyone was stunned speechless, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Johnny kneeled at once. “I'm sorry, Mr. Langford,” the bearded man apologized. “I don't know what I did but I seemed to have offended you.”
Charles raised his walking stick and smashed it squarely on Johnny's shoulder. “Don't apologize to me, you imbecile!
Apologize to the lord!”
Lord? Johnny looked around in
confusion. Whom is Mr. Langford referring to?
Realization dawned a second later when he saw Charles taking a knee in front of Donald.
“I'm sorry that my men had upset you, lord,” Charles said humbly. The nervousness and apprehension were clear on his face.
Before this incident, he had been rather fond of Johnny and Joshua. It was no longer the case now. I can't believe that a lowly executive in Johnny's Antiques dares to be so impertinent toward Lord Campbell! Tristan would have my head if he knew.
Both Johnny and Joshua were thunderstruck by this revelation. The former, in particular, visibly blanched as he remembered what he had said earlier. So that's Charles' boss... The one who could even obtain approval for land reclamation! Dear god... What have I done? Not only did I let my staff insult him, but I also made things worse. Damn you, Oliver King! You got both of us in big trouble now!
Jaw clenched in anger, he stood up and slapped Oliver with enough force to send the latter spinning.
Bewildered by the turn of events, Oliver felt his mind go completely blank. What just happened? Why did Charles Langford, the richest man in Pollerton, kneel before a bodyguard and call him “Lord?”
“Come on, that man's no lord, Mr. Green!” Oliver blurted out. “He's just Donald!”
Before Johnny could respond, Donald spoke up. “We're in public. There's no need to kneel. Hurry and get up.”
It was only then that Charles stood.
Lana's eyes were wide with surprise. She covered her mouth with slender fingers to prevent her from gasping out loud. Donald is Charles Langford's boss? That means...
Donald is the actual in-charge in Southwood E-commerce District! Whoa... I would never have guessed!
“I'm terribly sorry, lord, for not disciplining my employees better!” Johnny said before going over to grab Oliver by the collar. He shoved the other man to the floor.
“Apologize to Mr. Campbell now!”
“What? Why should I?” Oliver was still clueless.
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Johnny hit him again. “Because he owns you! He owns the entire Southwood E-commerce District, my antique business, and Seasons Hotel! In fact, he owns seventy percent of Pollerton's total wealth! Is that good enough of an answer for you?”
Oliver gaped. He was struck dumb for a second before Johnny's words sent his mind into turmoil. But... How is this possible? Donald is just a realtor-turned-bodyguard... Isn't he?
Charles directed an icy glare at the still flabbergasted Oliver before making formal introductions. “Ms. Collins, may I introduce you to my lord, Mr. Donald Campbell, who is also the boss of Southwood E-commerce District. This is Johnny Green, in charge of Johnny's Antiques, as well as Joshua Green.”
The last name caught Oliver's attention. It was only then that he noticed Joshua's presence. He inhaled sharply.
It was understandable if someone in Pollerton did not know who Neil Yund was. After all, even though Neil Yund controlled the entirety of Pollerton, he was too mysterious a person for everyone to have heard of.
However, one could not possibly claim to be a Pollertonian if one did not know of Joshua Green.
The man in question bowed slightly to Donald. “It's a pleasure to finally be able to meet the esteemed Mr. Campbell!”
Lana turned to face Donald as well. “How wonderful to be able to put a face to the name. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Campbell. You sure know how to keep a low profile,” she said with a sweet smile that belied the reproachful tone.
“Why don't we continue the conversation inside?” Donald suggested, gesturing at the door of the private room.
Everyone complied at once. Johnny grabbed Oliver and shoved him inside before stepping in as well. The latter's face was as white as a sheet.