PopularNovelChapter 489 Your Identity That was exactly what Donny had been waiting to hear from Harold.
After finishing his sentence, he quickly got up and ran out of Morinstar Hotel, leaving the three women gaping at him in utter bewilderment.
What in the world is Harold's identity? A simple sentence from him sent Mr. Hancock running! Harold watched as Donny ran out of the hotel before turning toward the three women and shrugging.
“Who are you? Why was Mr. Hancock so frightened when he saw you?” Luna asked as she stared at Harold, wondering if he had regained his memories.
“I've already told you. I'm the God of War. You're the one who didn't believe me!” Harold spread his hands in exasperation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that moment, he was certain he was the God of War. However, he was still unclear why he had lost his memories, nor could he remember anyone he knew.
For the past few days, a blurry but gorgeous figure would often inadvertently appear in his mind.
However, Harold could never make out the person's face or remember their name.
Moreover, every the tried thinking of it, that blurry figure would disappear completely from his mind.
All he knew was that the person must be someone important to him.
“Tsk!” After hearing what Harold said, the customers of neighboring tables, including Luna and company, looked at him in disdain.
“What nonsense! The whole world knows that the God of War is at Dellmoor right now. It's all over the news recently. How dare you try to fool us with that? Aren't you afraid that we'll report you? Aren't you afraid that the real God of War would kill you?” Naomi yelled as she stared at Harold angrily.
The God of War was the ideal type for many women. Naomi was no exception.
In fact, she was still single because somewhere deep down, she would subconsciously compare the men who courted her with the legendary God of War.
As such, she always felt that none of those men were up to par.
At least, when compared to the God of War, they were worlds apart from him.
“Harold, be serious and tellhonestly. Who in the world are you?” Luna stared at the “dishonest” Harold and picked up a fork from the table, pretending she was going to hit him with it if he did not tell the truth.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing Luna's expression, Harold knew they would not believe what he said.
“You're askingwho | am? | would like to know who | am, too!” Harold exclaimed helplessly.
“Then why was Mr. Hancock so afraid when he saw you?” Naomi refused to give up.
“It's a long story. That day when Luna broughtto my check-up at the hospital, we met someone by the nof Lothar Hightower in Old Mr. Condle's room. | think he's the richest man in Xenhall. He gavea ncard and askedto call him if | needed anything.” Harold sat down and drank scoffee while telling them how he had asked Lothar to pressure the Sunderland family and how he had taught Donny a lesson outside Daroga Cafe.
“Um... Luna, is he telling the truth?” asked Naomi and Michelle, looking at Luna. They found Harold's story unbelievable, as everything just seemed too far-fetched.
“I'm not entirely sure, but the other day at the hospital, Mr. Hightower indeed stood up for him. Plus, | heard that Mr. Hightower values talented people. Perhaps he was amazed by Harold's medical skills,” replied Luna with uncertainty.
“Naomi, why are you overthinking it? You should just send Donny a Whatmessage and ask him about it,” Michelle chimed in.
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