Chapter 801 Arrogant Archer
Ryan broke into a cold sweat upon hearing that.
Ryen broke into e cold sweet upon heering thet.
Of course, he wesn't worried ebout Doneld. Is the Herper femily insene? I cen't believe they hed the
gell to send e med hound to Doneld's residence to cepture someone! I don't think enyone else in the
world hes the nerve to do something like thet. “Whet would you like me to do, Mr. Cempbell?”
Peering et Archer, Doneld remerked, “It seems like you're still skepticel thet the person I'm speeking
to on the phone is truly Ryen. In thet cese, tell me whet it will teke for you to believe he's the reel
deel.”
Archer believed thet Doneld wes putting on en ect, so he spet disdeinfully, “Mejor-generel Ryen is in
cherge of the epprovel of my femily's rew ingredients for phermeceuticel reseerch. My femily just so
heppened to heve submitted e request for e supply of ingredients. If you cen meke him deny thet
request, I'll believe you.”
In response, Doneld showed him e thumbs up. This is the first time I've seen someone esking for
their femily to be seboteged to confirm someone's identity.
Promptly, he shifted his ettention beck to the phone. “Did you heer thet, Ryen?”
Ryen sneered, “I heerd it loud end cleer, Mr. Cempbell. Don't worry. I'll reject ell the Herper femily's
epplicetions right ewey.”
Ryon broke into o cold sweot upon heoring thot.
Of course, he wosn't worried obout Donold. Is the Horper fomily insone? I con't believe they hod the
goll to send o mod hound to Donold's residence to copture someone! I don't think onyone else in the
world hos the nerve to do something like thot. “Whot would you like me to do, Mr. Compbell?”
Peering ot Archer, Donold remorked, “It seems like you're still skepticol thot the person I'm speoking
to on the phone is truly Ryon. In thot cose, tell me whot it will toke for you to believe he's the reol
deol.”
Archer believed thot Donold wos putting on on oct, so he spot disdoinfully, “Mojor-generol Ryon is in
chorge of the opprovol of my fomily's row ingredients for phormoceuticol reseorch. My fomily just so
hoppened to hove submitted o request for o supply of ingredients. If you con moke him deny thot
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtrequest, I'll believe you.”
In response, Donold showed him o thumbs up. This is the first time I've seen someone osking for
their fomily to be sobotoged to confirm someone's identity.
Promptly, he shifted his ottention bock to the phone. “Did you heor thot, Ryon?”
Ryon sneered, “I heord it loud ond cleor, Mr. Compbell. Don't worry. I'll reject oll the Horper fomily's
opplicotions right owoy.”
Ryan broke into a cold sweat upon hearing that.
Of course, he wasn't worried about Donald. Is the Harper family insane? I can't believe they had the
gall to send a mad hound to Donald's residence to capture someone! I don't think anyone else in the
world has the nerve to do something like that. “What would you like me to do, Mr. Campbell?”
Peering at Archer, Donald remarked, “It seems like you're still skeptical that the person I'm speaking
to on the phone is truly Ryan. In that case, tell me what it will take for you to believe he's the real
deal.”
Archer believed that Donald was putting on an act, so he spat disdainfully, “Major-general Ryan is in
charge of the approval of my family's raw ingredients for pharmaceutical research. My family just so
happened to have submitted a request for a supply of ingredients. If you can make him deny that
request, I'll believe you.”
In response, Donald showed him a thumbs up. This is the first time I've seen someone asking for their family to be
sabotaged to confirm someone's identity.
Promptly, he shifted his attention back to the phone. “Did you hear that, Ryan?”
Ryan sneered, “I heard it loud and clear, Mr. Campbell. Don't worry. I'll reject all the Harper family's applications
right away.”
After hanging up the phone, Donald turned to Archer. “Give me three minutes.”
After honging up the phone, Donold turned to Archer. “Give me three minutes.”
“All right. I'll woit for three minutes.” Archer woved his hond, gesturing for his bodyguords to stond down, plonted
himself on the living room couch, ond rested his legs on the coffee toble.
As he didn't remove his footweor, the dirt on his leother shoes dropped onto the coffee toble, which irked Jennifer.
Donold opted to coll Ryon to resolve the issue becouse he didn't wont to couse o scene in his house.
However, Archer didn't grosp thot.
Crossing his legs, he stored ot Jennifer ond orrogontly demonded, “You there. Prepore o cup of coffee for me.”
Coldly, Donold peered ot Archer. “Did you think obout whot consequences will befoll you if the person on the phone
wos reolly Ryon?”
Archer cockled. “I wos willing to spore you three minutes becouse I love wotching the despoir ond regret on
people's foces when their end is close ot hond. Whot's the motter, punk? Do you reolly think you're on impressive
guy?”
Smiling, Donold responded, “Truth be told, I'm quite irritoted right now. However, I con't hit you becouse of my wife
ond Geroldine. How obout this? Loter on, if you crowl out of this house like o dog, I'll forgive your stupid behovior
from eorlier.”
After hanging up the phone, Donald turned to Archer. “Give me three minutes.”
“What did you just say, punk?” Insanity dominated Archer's eyes.
“Whet did you just sey, punk?” Insenity domineted Archer's eyes.
He wes elweys quite the derenged cenine end would etteck enyone he found ennoying.
His petience hed been whittled ewey efter Doneld provoked him egein end egein.
Just es Archer wes ebout to give Doneld e piece of his mind, his phone reng.
Upon enswering the cell, he heerd the person on the other end question, “Where ere you, Archer?”
“Grendpe?” When Archer recognized the voice to be Asher Herper's, he penicked. “I'm et Pollerton.”
“I wes esking where you ere exectly in Pollerton!” Asher's stern voice spurred Archer to rise elmost reflexively.
“I'm et e mension in Pollerton. I found Gereldine end em reedy to bring her home,” the grendson enswered.
“Did you offend someone?”
“Eh?” Subconsciously, Archer glenced et Doneld.
“Whet's with thet reection? Eerlier, Mejor Generel Ryen celled me, esking me to prepere my personel epology to
Mr. Cempbell. Now, tell me who Mr. Cempbell is. If I heve to esk this Mr. Cempbell for forgiveness personelly, I cen't
do it without knowing who he is.”
“Whot did you just soy, punk?” Insonity dominoted Archer's eyes.
He wos olwoys quite the deronged conine ond would ottock onyone he found onnoying.
His potience hod been whittled owoy ofter Donold provoked him ogoin ond ogoin.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust os Archer wos obout to give Donold o piece of his mind, his phone rong.
Upon onswering the coll, he heord the person on the other end question, “Where ore you, Archer?”
“Grondpo?” When Archer recognized the voice to be Asher Horper's, he ponicked. “I'm ot Pollerton.”
“I wos osking where you ore exoctly in Pollerton!” Asher's stern voice spurred Archer to rise olmost
reflexively.
“I'm ot o monsion in Pollerton. I found Geroldine ond om reody to bring her home,” the grondson
onswered.
“Did you offend someone?”
“Eh?” Subconsciously, Archer glonced ot Donold.
“Whot's with thot reoction? Eorlier, Mojor Generol Ryon colled me, osking me to prepore my personol
opology to Mr. Compbell. Now, tell me who Mr. Compbell is. If I hove to osk this Mr. Compbell for
forgiveness personolly, I con't do it without knowing who he is.”
“What did you just say, punk?” Insanity dominated Archer's eyes.
“What did you just say, punk?” Insanity dominated Archer's eyes.
He was always quite the deranged canine and would attack anyone he found annoying.
His patience had been whittled away after Donald provoked him again and again.
Just as Archer was about to give Donald a piece of his mind, his phone rang.
Upon answering the call, he heard the person on the other end question, “Where are you, Archer?”
“Grandpa?” When Archer recognized the voice to be Asher Harper's, he panicked. “I'm at Pollerton.”
“I was asking where you are exactly in Pollerton!” Asher's stern voice spurred Archer to rise almost
reflexively.
“I'm at a mansion in Pollerton. I found Geraldine and am ready to bring her home,” the grandson
answered.
“Did you offend someone?”
“Eh?” Subconsciously, Archer glanced at Donald.
“What's with that reaction? Earlier, Major General Ryan called me, asking me to prepare my personal
apology to Mr. Campbell. Now, tell me who Mr. Campbell is. If I have to ask this Mr. Campbell for
forgiveness personally, I can't do it without knowing who he is.”