Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 499: Chapter 499 Overbearing Dad_1

“Hurry up! I’m anxious to get on stage!”

Inside a makeup room at the Gonzalez City Third Ring Stadium, Nando Brandon looked at his reflection in the mirror, prettier than a girl’s, and impatiently urged the makeup artist.

“Mr. Brandon, I’m already doing my best, but your… your requirements are really high, in such a short time I…”

Smack!

Nando Brandon turned around and slapped the makeup artist across the face: “Say that again!”

“Your requirements…”

Smack!

Before the makeup artist could finish, Nando Brandon slapped them again!

The makeup room fell silent.

Many people involved in the concert were silently watching Nando Brandon, standing still without making a sound.

“What are you looking at! Scram!”

Nando Brandon waved his hand impatiently at them: “What are you all standing around for! This is what happens when you make mistakes! You all better be sharp, if you screw up my concert, you’re all out!”

“Yes.”

Everyone felt extremely angry inside, but there was nothing they could do.

After all, who would dare to cross the top star?

The Enlighten Group treated him like he was made of glass, fearing he might crumble. If they dared oppose Nando Brandon, it would be like signing their own death warrant!

Who would willingly smash their own rice bowl and fight with money?

All the rage could only be swallowed down into the pit of their stomachs.

“Scram! Someone else come over, you’re fired! I’ll inform your department manager later!”

Nando Brandon yelled at the makeup artist.

“I’m sorry!”

The makeup artist’s eyes reddened, unable to hold back the tears.

“Scram! Scram! Scram!”

Seeing this, Nando Brandon grew even angrier.

“My concert is about to start, and here you are crying!”

“What’s going on!”

At that moment, Arvid Woody walked in.

With less than half an hour before the concert began, the audience had long since entered the venue.

He came to check how well the ancestor here was being managed.

If there was any delay, the higher-ups wouldn’t blame Nando Brandon; all the blame would ultimately fall on his head.

“This makeup artist, what kind of standard is this!”

Nando Brandon pointed at his own face, looking at Arvid Woody and said coldly: “You’ve caused a delay! Can you shoulder the responsibility?”

“Quick! Arrange a new makeup artist right away, and you! Get lost!”

Arvid Woody didn’t dare offend Nando Brandon and could only vent all his anger on the makeup artist in front of him.

“Let’s go!”

A crew member, unable to stand it, came over and pulled the crying makeup artist away.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“What a piece of crap! Don’t let me see him again!”

Nando Brandon kicked the makeup case away, seething with anger.

“Isaiah, don’t take it to heart! He’s just like that, acting like an emperor from ancient times just because he has some popularity!”

The crew member who came out comforted Isaiah Kensington.

“I know, but this job is really important to me. My boyfriend’s hot pot restaurant ran into some trouble and urgently needs money. I could have made tens of thousands here, but now…”

As he spoke, Isaiah Kensington burst into tears with a “waah”.

“Forget it, you can make money anywhere. Why cater to this lord and master! Really thinks he’s something—just a plaything for the wealthy, a whore selling his ass, and he acts so proud!”

The crew member spat on the ground and consoled Isaiah Kensington: “Wait here for a bit. I’ll talk to the manager and see if I can get you some money. After all, you worked all afternoon; they can’t give you nothing!”

After saying that, he turned and went back to his work area.

“Achoo!”

Nando Brandon suddenly sneezed and said irritatedly: “Must be some idiot cursing me behind my back!”

“Calm down! The concert is important; your fans outside are all waiting to see you!”

Arvid Woody said smilingly.

He didn’t have a choice; Nando Brandon was a moneymaker with a major backer, and to the Enlighten Group, he was a treasure.

Anyone who conflicts with Nando Brandon can just fuck off!

But Arvid Woody was no good person either. After being humbled by Nando Brandon, he took it all out on the employees.

Just at that moment, Nando Brandon’s phone rang.

Seeing who the video caller was, he waved his hand at Arvid Woody, “Get everyone out!”

“Okay!”

Arvid Woody was startled but immediately got up and did as told.

This was an unspoken rule; whenever Beckett Carmichael called or video-called, Arvid Woody was responsible for clearing the room.

So as not to let any disgraceful incidents leak out, Nando Brandon’s public image would collapse, and he would be unable to continue harvesting his fans’ adoration.

“Daddy, why are you calling again? We just finished talking, do you miss me already?”

Nando Brandon coyly looked at Beckett Carmichael, putting on a flirtatious act.

But now, Beckett Carmichael was in no mood to watch, nor enjoy this greeting from his “son.”

After learning that Nando Brandon had offended Julius Reed’s wife, Beckett Carmichael had already discarded this plaything.

“Son, I heard you took an endorsement recently, one with Bran Cook, right?”

Beckett Carmichael got straight to the point. He knew Nando Brandon’s concert was about to start and didn’t want to waste more time.

“That’s right, daddy! Is there a problem?”

Even though surprised that Beckett Carmichael would know about this, Nando Brandon didn’t dare to hide anything.

Beckett Carmichael had a huge influence in the capital, and now that he was in Gonzalez City, it wouldn’t be difficult to know about these things.

After all, his every move was being watched.

“Did you also take an endorsement from Quella Radcliffe?”

Beckett Carmichael asked once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

Despite the revulsion of addressing him that way, Nando Brandon still had to swallow his morals and call him “daddy.”

Standing up, there would be no money to make.

Kneeling is how you earn money.

“I’m very clear on the ins and outs of this matter; contrary to the original plan, reverse it!”

Beckett Carmichael said with a grave voice.

“Reverse it?”

Now it was Nando Brandon who was confused, “What do you mean, daddy…”

“Bran Cook wanted you to stand by his side tomorrow and join hands to screw over Quella Radcliffe, right? Now I want you to reverse it; stand with Quella Radcliffe tomorrow and screw over that bastard Bran Cook!”

The thought of having given billions to the enemy of his benefactor infuriated Beckett Carmichael.

Wouldn’t it have been better to feed that money to dogs?

“But daddy, that’s…”

Nando Brandon felt a pang of pain at Beckett Carmichael’s request.

That was a three billion endorsement!

He would have pocketed a whole billion of it!

Plus, with all the tax evasion in the entertainment industry, it was pretty much pure profit!

Now, to spit out the meat that was already in his mouth, he was extremely reluctant!

“Say that again!”

The coldness in Beckett Carmichael’s voice scared Nando Brandon into hurriedly nodding, “Understood!”

After uttering that, he quickly called Arvid Woody on another phone.

This was their agreement.

If Nando Brandon faced something he couldn’t handle with Beckett Carmichael, he would make this call.

“Nando Brandon, they are rushing you outside, hurry up! Otherwise, there won’t be enough time!”

Arvid Woody, who received the call, shouted this cooperatively.

“Daddy, you see…”

Nando Brandon showed a troubled expression.

“Go on, get busy. But remember what I just said! That Quella Radcliffe, she’s my benefactor!”

Beckett Carmichael emphasized heavily.

“Understood.”

Nando Brandon felt another pang of pain.