Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 498: Chapter 498 I Am His Father_1

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In the Carmichael family ancestral hall.

Hang these two paintings.

One above the other.

This was Sullivan Carmichael’s request before he died.

At the top was one for which he had paid a significant sum to commission a painter, drawn according to his oral descriptions and requirements.

Back then, it was said that he had solicited over a hundred painters, including many famous artists of the time.

After many days of dissatisfaction with the results, he chanced upon a piece by an anonymous artist.

Upon seeing this painting, Sullivan Carmichael excitedly picked it up and shouted, “It’s him!”

As such, the painting was treasured and, after Sullivan Carmichael’s death, hung above his own portrait.

While Sullivan was alive, he had ordered his entire family to search for the person in the painting.

But until his death, they had never found this unparalleled master.

Full of infinite regret and on the verge of death, Sullivan Carmichael left one last will.

Should they ever meet the person in the painting, or his descendants, they must fulfill any request.

Even if it meant giving away all of the Carmichael family’s properties, there was to be no hesitation!

Every successor to the Carmichael family head, upon inheriting the family business, had to swear an oath in the ancestral hall.

They only qualified to inherit the Carmichael estate after swearing an oath to the painting.

Beckett Carmichael remembered the person in the painting distinctly.

When Julius Reed first entered, Beckett had felt he looked familiar but couldn’t quite place him.

Now, with the words of this young man before him, Beckett felt a chill run from the base of his spine to the crown of his head!

Over a hundred years!

This young man before his eyes was identical to the one in the painting!

Without any change!

As if the passage of years left no mark upon him!

Could it be that he was the descendant of that high master?

But.

Even if he were a descendant, how could he look exactly the same.

Centuries have passed; countless generations should have diluted the resemblance.

Or rather, the exact resemblance!

A daring thought took root in Beckett’s mind.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.

“You’re not wrong.”

Julius Reed spoke as if he saw right through Beckett’s thoughts: “I am indeed the mentor of your family’s ancestors.”

Thud!

Upon hearing these words, Beckett’s legs went soft, and he collapsed to the ground.

“This… You… Are you really…”

“Yes, I am that person. There is a matter for which I need your assistance,” Julius Reed said impassively.

“Oh my God! Ancestors, ah!”

Although Beckett was profoundly shocked, he was after all the experienced proprietor of a tea enterprise and could retain his composure in the face of such inconceivable events.

He believed that such coincidences could not exist in the world!

A man who has lived a century, untouched by age—could he be like the immortal child from the movies?

No matter what.

Beckett knew that he no longer needed to face death.

“Beckett Carmichael, descendant of Sullivan Carmichael, greets our benefactor!”

Partly out of awe for Julius Reed’s power and partly due to the Carmichael family’s inherent loyalty and integrity.

Beckett knelt and gave several solemn bows to Julius Reed.

“People really aren’t all the same.”

Julius Reed nodded: “Years ago, I lent a hand to the Ridge Family, and now they repay kindness with enmity, seeking to kill me. Yet your Carmichael family has remained grateful after all these years. Had I known, I would have taught Sullivan Carmichael more back then.”

Hearing these words, Beckett’s head pressed firmly to the ground, shaking uncontrollably!

Immortality!

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This was the only explanation he could think of!

Otherwise, even if someone had a robust constitution, it would be impossible for their appearance not to have changed at all after more than three hundred years!

“Sir, is it the Ridge Family? Just tell me which Ridge Family it is, and Beckett Carmichael will make sure they’re wiped out!”

The Carmichael family was one of the four major families, and accomplishing this task wouldn’t be difficult at all!

“No need, I just want you to say hello to… Nando Brandon for me.”

Julius Reed lounged with his leg crossed, waving his hand, “Stand up. Kneeling must be tiring.”

“No need… I’m fine kneeling.”

Beckett Carmichael’s back was drenched with cold sweat; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to stand.

But how could he stand when his legs wouldn’t obey him?

It was better to keep kneeling like this, which might leave a good impression on the senior before him.

“Nando Brandon… has he offended you?”

He asked in a low voice.

Keeping Nando Brandon supported was not a secret of his.

The perverse hobbies of the wealthy were numerous, and his own conduct hardly counted as anything noteworthy.

And those idols adored by young boys and girls were nothing but fleshly playthings in his eyes!

Disposed of once used!

If Nando Brandon had truly offended the esteemed personage before him, Beckett Carmichael would immediately arrange for his staff to take out the pretty boy who was flaunting himself on his bed just the night before.

“No need!”

Julius Reed quickly waved his hand, and recounted the series of events.

“Damn it, Bran Cook, what’s he worth!”

After hearing the story, Beckett Carmichael slammed his fist on the ground, “In the capital, he’s just a dog! Or rather, he doesn’t even have the qualifications to be a dog to my son! Now that he’s back to this tiny place, he dares to trouble your relatives!”

His character was naturally violent, and with his great wealth and power, he acted very directly.

Resourceful and unrestrained.

“You know Bran Cook?”

Julius Reed asked with a raised eyebrow.

It was surprising to him that someone like Bran Cook would even be known to Beckett Carmichael.

“Ha! My son wanted to keep a dog, and that dog was Bran Cook!”

Beckett Carmichael lifted his head, a wicked smile on his face, “Respected sir, you’re unaware, but to integrate into the circles of the capital, Bran Cook even dressed up in pet clothes at my son’s birthday party, wearing a chain around his neck and imitating a dog!”

“There’s such a thing!”

Even Julius Reed was somewhat shocked.

Someone like Bran Cook, such a trivial figure, wasn’t worth his investigation, so most of what he knew about Bran Cook was hearsay.

He only knew that this so-called distinguished young master of the Cook Family didn’t mix well in the capital and held low status.

But he hadn’t expected Bran Cook to have stooped to playing a dog.

That was a huge loss of dignity, wasn’t it?

“I was in a good mood that day and gave him a few billion to play with.”

Beckett Carmichael scratched his head, “Does that count as financing the enemy?”

If he’d known that Bran Cook had a beef with the young man before him, he would have had his people take out Bran Cook back in the capital!

Why would he have even bothered giving him a few billion?

“So, this is what Bran Cook meant by ‘earning a few dozen billion’?”

Julius Reed said with a smile, shaking his head.

In this world, there actually were such shamelessly thick-skinned people.

Tough-faced, indeed.

“What! That kid actually claimed he earned that money through investment?”

Beckett Carmichael said angrily, “That dog thing, truly shameless! Respected sir, rest assured, I’ll organize someone to take care of him right away!”

Having said that, he reached for his phone, intending to arrange for his people to take care of the matter.

“No need! Mr. Carmichael, why are you in such a hurry!”

Julius Reed looked at him helplessly, “Handle what I’ve just told you first, set Nando Brandon’s position straight for me! As for how you deal with him, I don’t care. Just make sure the task I’ve given you is completed by tomorrow morning!”

“Don’t worry!”

Beckett Carmichael chuckled, “After all, I’m his father!”