Chapter 169 Grandfather Clock

Everyone, including Donald, could not understand why Raymond valued Jennifer so much.

“Aren’t you and Donald already divorced? Why did you still come here today?” Gideon asked.

Before responding, Jennifer darkened her expression a little when she noticed Donald and the exceptional women standing beside him. “We are divorced, but Old Mr. Campbell will always be my grandpa.”

Winston chimed in, “Since you’re divorced, can I pursue you then? Donald is only a security guard—”

Straight away, Jennifer interjected, “I’m sorry. I’m not interested in you.”

 

Sure enough, Winston’s countenance turned bitter as he felt exceedingly embarrassed.

“Can we have our meal now?” Donald questioned.

 

Gideon chuckled in response and replied, “We can, but some special guests haven’t arrived yet. Can we wait for a while?”

He then glanced at his watch after finishing those words.

Commerce, Sixten, wishes Old Mr. Campbell a happy eightieth birthday! His gift

in suits entered the house

Grandpa’s eightieth birthday gift? Is that

teach you a severe lesson if you dare to step over.” Donald got up and gave that warning. An unceasing murderous intent was brewing in his heart at the

must

and stood beside the grandfather clock. He then laughed and patted the clock before proceeding, “The material of this grandfather clock is pure bronze. Its weight is three hundred kilograms. Eight people

culture, carrying a coffin also

to you is still not enough.” Donald strode toward

Sixten giggled. “Come on. Don’t be like that. This clock

pointed at

clan. Those were the

and transported it to Pollerton. Fortunately, it arrived just

Gideon and the others stood up and directed their faces outside with a respectful

would think that they were in a

Raymond, he remained silent and was only

arrogantly. The meaning of such glances was pretty obvious. So what if Zayne and Reina

yesterday and instructed me about something. Do you want to hear it?” Sixten

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