Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 187

After finishing their sentence, the duo rushed forward, bent on dragging Harold down with them into the flames.

However, they had overestimated their abilities.

Before they could get any closer, Harold had already struck them preemptively, causing them to be kicked back.

The duo almost plummeted into the ever-spreading fierce flames that were engulfing everything in their path, causing both of them to shiver in trepidation.

They quickly leaped back into the safety zone in the center.

At this moment, the surface of the ground was already scorching from the intense grilling as a result of the waves of heat. The moment the duo landed on the ground, their skin was immediately scarred.

In an instant, the duo jolted and sprang upward in shock, howling and screaming in pain.

“Argh, Dad, what should we do now? I don't want to die!”

Harvey started bawling again.

Even as a grown man, while helplessly watching the fierce flames close in murderously on him and his son, a defenseless Bradley could only hang on to his son and weep.

“Do you now know how helpless and vulnerable Bella was?” Harold asked the father-son duo while staring menacingly at them, his cold gaze fierce and piercing.

“Yes, yes!”

The father-son duo nodded their heads vigorously in an attempt to show their regret and repentance.

It was only now that Bradley realized how stupid both he and his son were. Isabella's behaviors and reactions these days had been suggesting that she had strong backing from a powerful, authoritative individual.

Yet he and his son still had the audacity to conceive thoughts of wanting to seize the company impulsively in a moment of greed.

Now, it was finally time for them to face their retribution!

It had only been no longer than fifty minutes, and both of them already could not withstand the torture, becoming light-headed and having difficulties breathing.

It was only right before the both of them actually fainted did Harold grab the duo, one person in each hand, and dragged them violently away from the fiery flames.

“Settle them. Find a good lawyer and ensure that they spend the remaining of their years behind bars.”

After pulling the father-son duo to safety, Harold instructed Craig, who was waiting outside, to see to his request.

Killing this father-son duo would only stain his hands. Locking them behind bars for as long as they lived would be even more torturous than death.

After giving out the instructions to deal with the father-son duo, Harold flagged a taxi and left the factory in the suburbs.

Having been busy, a hungry Harold realized that he had not eaten for an entire day.

However, the time was already past nine at night. Most stalls had already ceased operations for the day.

Only the stalls selling barbecued dishes, pumpkin soup, and those selling late-night supper dishes were packed with diners.

When passing by a stall called “Whitney's Place” that was located near his office, Harold decided to purchase some soup and bring it back home to drink.

“Whitney, one set of seafood soup to go, please.”

Harold walked into the stall and placed his order upon seeing the boss of the stall handling matters behind the cashier counter.

A stroke of surprise flashed across Whitney's face momentarily when she heard Harold's familiar voice. She regained her composure and greeted Harold warmly, “Harold! You have not brought your girlfriend here to my stall for soup in ages! Where is your girlfriend?”

In the past, Harold would always bring Brittany to this stall for supper, and as time passed, he had become close to the stall owner, who was a plump and jolly lady.

“We went our separate ways last month. How about you be my new girlfriend?” Harold replied jokingly while walking up to the cashier counter.

Whitney blushed while replying to Harold in a kind and tender voice, “Me? A fat lady like me, who is also a divorcee, attracting a handsome stud like you? What a joke!”

This was also Whitney's secret to allowing her business to flourish.

Many guys, in particular, would purposely dine at her place just to hear her bone-melting, sweet and tender voice.

Furthermore, her round and curvy figure complimented her friendly and joyous vibe.

Whitney had a really good impression of Harold all this while.

In the past, some customers had tried to take advantage of the stall by acting like gangsters to avoid paying for the meal that they had. Thankfully, Harold was there, and he had handled the situation perfectly with finesse.