Son In Law Madness novel

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.

was none other than the richest man in Pollerton – Charles

million market value. Not long after, Lana, who was

people through various media, but never did

at Lana with admiration. She’s the

wait.”

and answered, “Oh, it’s you, Ms. Collins.

about the Southwood E-commerce District project that you’ve

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

stunned momentarily and responded, “All right. Please give me his contact,

dropped after she overheard

above him! I wonder how much richer is his master? Not only that, but Skylar also recalled that Pollerton Opera House belonged to

only twenty-seven years old this year. I hope you’ll communicate with him frequently, Ms. Collins.” Charles tossed an odd glance at Lana before taking out a business

business card and put it in her

Lana was quite far away, Skylar had incredible eyesight, which allowed her to read the contact number on the name card clearly. After memorizing the string of numbers, she entered

Donald, who was standing far away from the entrance and contemplating whether to

brief consideration, Donald decided

was stopped by two usherettes. One of them was Yvette Zeller, Donald’s

furrowed her brows and stared at Donald, recalling the days when

Yvette regained her composure and said calmly as she took a closer

slit black dress that accentuated her curvy figure. Ever since Yvette graduated from

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

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

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

a

that instant, the disdain on Yvette’s face deepened. “I’m sorry, then. You’re not