Dauntless God Of War novel Chapter 385

Everyone gasped in shock and disbelief when they saw the smoke coming from the bullet in Harold's hand.

Did he seriously just catch that bullet in that split second? This is something straight out of a movie! It's no wonder Quintus wouldn't dare resist when ordered to kill himself! He wouldn't even stand a chance against Harold!

That was when Ewan fully understood why Quintus had shot him in the leg earlier.

Had Quintus not done so, Ewan would probably have been dead long ago.

He flashed Quintus a grateful look, but Quintus was not in the mood to deal with him.

He knew all too well how ridiculously powerful Harold was, so he wasn't surprised in the slightest when Harold caught the bullet.

You could have ten guns pointed at Mr. Campbell's head, and you still wouldn't be able to graze him! That was something I learned six years ago!

“Come on; get up. How much do these paintings cost?” Harold asked as he let go of the bullet, allowing it to hit the ground with a loud clink.

Quintus was about to stand up, but he dropped to his knees again when he heard that. “Please don't make such jokes, Mr. Campbell!”

Harold was the one who established Paradise Hotel.

As Quintus was just managing it for him, his position was only one rank higher than Logan, Carolyn, Xander, and Bronson.

Even then, the four of them were a lot more powerful than him outside of Paradise Hotel.

“I'm not joking. I want you to calculate the cost of these paintings and have those two pay for them,” Harold said while pointing at Sylvena and the subordinate from the Schmidt family.

Hearing that scared them so much that they nearly peed themselves on the spot.

“I-I-It was Marilyn who destroyed the paintings, Mr. Campbell! Why are we the ones being punished?” Sylvena protested instinctively.

“You shoved that subordinate of yours into Marilyn, which caused her to accidentally destroy The Last Meal. Did you really think I didn't see that?” Harold replied coldly.

Sylvena took a few steps back in fear when she heard that.

“E-Even if that really is the case, I should only be held accountable for destroying The Last Meal! You were the one who tore the other two paintings up! We all saw it!” she argued while pointing at the paintings that Harold tore to pieces.

We all witnessed him tearing those paintings up! He can't possibly deny that fact in front of everyone!

“Yes, you're right. I was the one who tore those two paintings to pieces, but I only resorted to such extreme measures to calm Marilyn down because you tried to frame her. Therefore, you are the one who caused all of this, so it only makes sense to have you take responsibility for it,” Harold explained.

Sylvena was livid with anger and frustration.

“N-Now you're just being unreasonable!”

“Framing, lying, and being unreasonable are all common tactics of yours. I'm simply giving you a taste of your own medicine. Of course, you may choose not to pay up if you don't want to. I'll just collect the payment myself. However, things are going to be far worse, then. I simply need to give the word, and all the Schmidt family's businesses will go bankrupt overnight,” Harold retorted with a disdainful look on his face.

“You...”

Sylvena was extremely frustrated, but there was nothing she could say in retaliation.

Eventually, she had no choice but to turn to her father for help.

After all, Zyaire was the only one who could afford to pay the compensation for the paintings.

As reluctant as Zyaire was, he maintained a somewhat calm expression as he made his way through the crowd.

Both Marilyn and Sylvena were family to him, so he needed to do something.

Assuming that Harold only wanted to avenge Marilyn, Zyaire said, “Marilyn and Sylvena are sisters, so that makes us all family. Having Sylvena pay up is no different from having the Schmidt family pay up. I'll have Sylvena apologize to you two, so would you please forgive her this once?”