Chapter 10

Kevin laughed out loud upon hearing Donald’s words. “Donald, are you out of your mind? Have the millions of debt made you crazy? What do you mean there’s a million in here? I’ll believe you if you say it’s a hundred pieces of old newspaper.”

At that point, Jennifer felt a surge of helplessness rising within her. Why is he still acting like a fool? What’s the point of protecting his ego now? Is this even the Donald Campbell that I know?

Then she glanced at Donald and said to Harrison and the others, “It’s time. Let’s go in.”

Harrison kicked the bag on the floor and instructed, “Kev, take the bag. I don’t care what’s in the bag anymore. We’ll just pretend that Donald has cleared his debt.”

Subconsciously, Jennifer lifted her head to glance at Harrison, which made the latter excited.

“You can go ahead. I’ll catch up with you after I have a little chat with Donald,” said Skylar.

After watching Jennifer leave, Donald’s expression remained unshaken as he spoke to Skylar. “Spit it out.”

The disdainful look on Skylar’s face intensified. “Donald, just give up on Jennifer. How about you file a divorce with her tomorrow?”

Upon hearing that, Donald remained unfazed and replied nonchalantly, “Why?”

“You don’t deserve Jennifer.” Skylar scorned and continued, “Look, you can’t even enter the opera house where Wynter is performing tonight. On the contrary, look at Harrison, who not only has the right to enter the venue but has four available tickets. Jennifer will get the life she deserves if she marries Harrison. But what can she get when she’s with you? Millions of debt?”

Donald smirked coldly. “Most importantly, it’s because you can get what you want as well. Am I right?”

“Why does it matter? Harrison treats Jennifer, Kevin, and me well. Besides, I already have my own house and car. You’re too useless as a brother-in-law. That’s all I have to say. You better look out for yourself,” lectured Skylar, flipping her hair before jogging toward Jennifer and the others.

Just when Skylar reached the entrance of the opera house, she halted her steps and widened her eyes in disbelief.

A custom-made Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the entrance, and an elderly gentleman in a suit exited the vehicle while holding a cane. He was a majestic and dignified man in his seventies with a formidable aura.

than the richest man in Pollerton

Rolls-Royce was a red Aston Martin with a forty-eight million market value. Not long after, Lana,

through various media, but never did she expect to encounter them

she stared at Lana with admiration. She’s the most powerful businesswoman in

wait.” Suddenly, Lana

answered, “Oh, it’s you, Ms. Collins.

you’ve mentioned

thirty-thousand square meters large and has a thirty billion market value. I’ll

and responded, “All right. Please

she overheard the entire

Pollerton has a master above him! I wonder how much richer is his master? Not only that, but Skylar also recalled that Pollerton Opera House belonged to Charles, which also meant that it was his master’s

Ms. Collins.” Charles tossed an odd glance at Lana before taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it to the

accepted the business card and put

quite far away, Skylar had incredible eyesight, which

was standing far away from the entrance and

a brief consideration, Donald decided to get into

just when he reached the entrance, he was stopped by two usherettes.

Campbell?” Yvette furrowed her brows and stared at Donald, recalling the days when rumors about them being a

regained her composure and said calmly as she

dressed in a body-hugging side slit black dress that accentuated her curvy figure. Ever since Yvette graduated from Pollerton Film Academy, she had

she learned about Wynter’s visit to the opera house, she begged her wealthy boyfriend to let her work as an usherette there, hoping someone would notice her and bring her fame. Yvette knew that everyone who visited the opera house tonight was rich or famous,

a good eye, so she could easily tell the worth of Donald’s outfit as she

is plain. This won’t cost most than two hundred. Looks like you’re

a ticket,” Donald

deepened. “I’m sorry, then. You’re not

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