Son In Law Madness novel

“Mr. Campbell, as long as you're satisfied, that's all that matters. The place where we're going to eat is just up ahead.” Fridolin pointed.

Donald turned to look at where Fridolin was pointing and realized that the place they were eating at was actually a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The pavilion was surrounded by wind-blocking curtains, and the interior decor was extremely elegant. At first glance, one could tell it was very fancy.

Once everyone had taken their seats, Fridolin clapped his hands. Dressed in a red and black gown, Naomi walked over from a distance with a box in her hands.

“Mr. Goodwin, what is this?” asked Donald.

“Mr. Campbell, you've been working hard inspecting our factory these past few days. Hence, I've specially prepared some supplements from Feston for you. I hope they will be of help to you, Mr. Campbell,” explained Fridolin.

Donald opened the box, discovering that it wasn't filled with cash as he expected. Instead, it was brimming with gold and jewelry!

Fridolin was really generous, considering all that must be worth at least several hundred thousand. Yet, he gifted it all to Donald without hesitation.

Donald didn't take Jennifer seriously when she told him that that office branch was very important to Dragon Fide Corporation.

From what Donald could see at that moment, the beverage factory managed by Fridolin might be a little suspicious.

After all, if Fridolin himself couldn't make enough profit, how could he bear to part with that amount of money?

When Fridolin saw that Donald was hesitant to accept the gold jewelries, the smile on his face faltered momentarily. “Mr. Campbell, do you not like these supplements?”

Donald closed the box and said lightly, “It's not that I don't like it. I'm just worried that I won't be able to benefit from it due to my weak constitution.”

Fridolin raised an eyebrow. It seems like there's more to Donald's words than meets the eye.

He quickly gave Naomi a meaningful glance.

Promptly, Naomi began to lean onto Donald's body.

“You're so strong, Mr. Campbell. How could you possibly have a weak constitution? I happen to know a bit about traditional massage. Would you like me to come to your room later so I can help you out?”

Fridolin quickly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Naomi used to be a certified traditional massage therapist. Her massage techniques are absolutely professional. Mr. Campbell, you must give it a try. Naomi, for the next few days, please accompany Mr. Campbell and make sure to take good care of his body.”