Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 382

Hearing that calmed Marilyn down somewhat. “Oh, you're right! How could I have forgotten about your identity? Still, this painting is worth three hundred million! Aren't you mad that it's ruined?” she asked with a guilty look on her face.

“Relax! As much as it may have cost, it is still just a painting! You could even wreck a couple more if you feel like it!” Harold reassured her in a nonchalant tone.

The people in the crowd had disdainful looks on their faces when they heard that.

Does this guy's shamelessness know no bounds? How could he make a painting that's worth three hundred million sound like it's nothing? He doesn't even look like he can afford to pay for it!

“But this painting belongs to Mr. Langdon... I'm worried that he might get upset! I don't want this to affect the friendship between you two!” Marilyn said worriedly.

In order to calm her down, Harold turned around and grabbed two more paintings from the wall.

Unsure of what he wanted to do with the paintings, Marilyn asked in confusion, “What are you doing?”

Everyone else at the scene, too, was curious as to what his next move would be.

They got their answer a few seconds later when Harold tore up the two paintings before their very eyes.

Just like that, he had proven his point through his actions.

The crowd that was murmuring among themselves a moment ago went completely silent as they stared wide-eyed at Harold in shock and disbelief.

The only sounds that filled the area were that of the paintings being torn and the crowd swallowing nervously as they watched on.

What the f*ck is wrong with him? This is Mr. Langdon's private collection! The things he collects are all worth over ten million, and the paintings that he displays on the sixty-sixth floor are definitely a lot more expensive! The Last Meal was worth three hundred million, but that price was from three years ago. It must be worth around five or six hundred million by now! After all, it's one of those things that are high in value but low in demand. The fact that the two paintings in his hands were placed on the same floor suggests that they are probably worth hundreds of millions. Usually, people are extremely careful when handling such paintings, but this guy just casually tore them apart as though they were nothing! Just how insolent can he get?

“You...”

Marilyn was so shocked by Harold's actions that she fell speechless.

Ewan and the manager squeezed their way through the crowd after noticing the commotion, only to go pale when they saw the three torn paintings on the floor.

“W-What's going on here?” they asked while pointing at Harold and Marilyn.

“You came right on time, Hubby! I don't know how Marilyn and that toyboy of hers managed to get in here, but they just deliberately destroyed three of the paintings! You should catch them and inform Mr. Langdon about this!” Sylvena shouted upon seeing them.

Ewan and the manager gasped in shock when they heard that.

“Seize them!” Ewan ordered his subordinates, who were standing behind them.

A few burly men in black then stepped forward and pointed their guns at Harold's and Marilyn's heads.

Marilyn felt her legs go weak as she stared down the barrel of the gun.

All she could do was look helplessly at Harold in hopes of him doing something to save her.

“You know what I really hate? People pointing their guns at me and those that I care about. You shouldn't have pulled a gun on me, Ewan,” Harold said coldly, completely ignoring the gun that was aimed at his head.