Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 446

Dartan Belongs To Me “Don’t worry,” Donald replied with a nod. “The fifth-generation chips are from Quadfield, and the research I have on that is ten years ahead of theirs. Moreover, Lord Campbell Mountain Villa’s research into new energy sources and superinsulation materials is already in its final stages. We should be able to showcase them at the fair too.” Lana gazed fondly at Donald, head tilted as she rested her cheek on her hand and her ample bosom on the table. Donald, however, accidentally stole a glimpse and looked away immediately. “I’m curious,” Lana said smilingly.

a hundred billion, but my expenses are astronomical. The annual fees for the three hundred thousand Horizon Group members alone are staggering enough.” “Oh, my gosh! Where do you get your money from, then?” Calm as always, Donald took a sip of his coffee before dropping the bomb. “Well… Dartan belongs to me.” Lana stared at him in utter disbelief, eyes widening with every second. Dartan was a foreign

you’ve mentioned, Dartan has an even more advanced one. It’s the place to go for the best technology and innovation! Having heard all of that, Lana was utterly dumbfounded. The closer she got to Donald, the more she was stunned by his power and influence. No wonder everyone said Donald wouldn’t be able to compete with the Campbell clan in the country, but if they were in an international setting, he’d crush them without even breaking a sweat! After chatting for a bit more, Lana decided to change the topic. “Jennifer and Tyrone are getting engaged on the twenty-sixth of this month. What are your thoughts on that?” Donald shook his head. “It all depends on what Jennifer thinks.” In all honesty, he hadn’t seen Jennifer yet, and neither did he have any traces of her in his memories. The only way to jog his memory of her was if he met her face to face. As such, he wasn’t too bothered by the engagement for the time being. For the rest of the day, Donald roamed about Pollerton as he tried to search for his old memories. Meanwhile, Silas was starting to suspect that something had gone amiss. Not only had Francesco not returned, but the bodyguards

a man in his seventies, dressed in a long, flowing robe. Even as he sat quietly in his seat, the aura emanating from him was eerily frightening. As it turned out, the man was none other than Jeffery Lysle, Francesco’s master. He was one of the founding members of Crimson Dust Order and had immense influence overseas. At that moment, Jeffery was stoic as he gripped his phone tight, not saying a word. “There’s still no news about Brutus and Francesco,” Silas uttered before stealing a peek at Jeffery. To say the