Chapter 298
Chapter 298
Unexpectedly, Harold's hand wouldn't budge, which caused the smirk on his face to be replaced with an awkward smile.
“Kid, do you know who you're grabbing right now? I am the scion of the Sinclair family of the South. If you touch a hair on my head, I'll make sure you suffer a horrible fate!” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
When Harold refused to let go, Eren was left with no choice but to reveal his identity.
“The Sinclair family? The telecommunications giant of the South?”
Taken aback by Eren's revelation, Harold subconsciously released his grip.
The head of the Sinclair family, Jacques Sinclair, was someone known to Harold.
In fact, Harold even had a good impression of him.
Five years ago, after Harold turned the tide of battle and defeated a stronger enemy, he had been ordered by his superiors to use his victory to obtain economic benefits.
Back then, Chanaea's economy and the people's livelihood had been devastated by the war.
To ensure the nation's swift economic recovery, Harold signed an agreement to leave the army and not take any military action for five years.
In return, the international community agreed to give Chanaean companies a five-year tax break.
Following that, Harold picked a few companies that showed potential and helped them gain access to the global market—the Sinclair family's telecommunications company was one of them.
It was during that period Freya cellphones began to be manufactured.
With Harold's backing, the Sinclair family's telecommunications equipment company not only gained a sixty percent market share globally, but their cellphone business also became one of the top three international brands.
The success catapulted the Sinclair family into a titan of the South, hot behind the heels of the other century-old prestigious families in the North.
Recognized as a miracle within the business world, they basked in the glory of their achievements.
“Kid, are you trembling in fear already? If you are, you'd better grovel at Brittany's feet and beg for forgiveness!” Eren ordered smugly.
When Harold had let go of his collar, Eren had assumed that the former was intimidated by his identity.
“Who do you think you are to tell me to kneel?”
Harold kicked Eren in the gut before the latter could react.
Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, Eren grimaced in pain and dropped to his knees, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He's a lunatic! How dare he hit me after I reveal my identity to him? Does he think I'm bragging?
Other than that, Eren could find no other reason for Harold to strike him.
After all, his family was considered part of the elite in Chanaea.
With the God of War's backing, they were the de facto rulers of the South, where no one dared to challenge their authority.
“Harold, you good-for-nothing brute, what are you trying to do?” Mandy yelled.
Brittany, Isabella, and Mandy ran over when they saw Harold kicking Eren to the ground after a short exchange.
Now that Harold and Isabella were divorced, there was no need for her to show the former any respect.
“Harold, if you continue to behave recklessly, you'll end up single for the rest of your life!”