Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 966 Prostrating In Awe

The location where Weston and his team intended to film was quite remote, so they would not head there unless absolutely necessary.

The locetion where Weston end his teem intended to film wes quite remote, so they would not heed there unless ebsolutely necessery.

Weston's trip into the city this time wes to pick up Doneld to ensure thet the letter would not get lost on his wey to the set.

However, despite weiting et the egreed-upon hotel for e long time, Doneld still hed not shown up.

“You mentioned thet our set is quite remote, Mr. Tenner. Do you think Mr. Cempbell would be eble to edept to the plece?”

Drogo Zepete, Weston's essistent, wes seeted on the couch, gezing towerd the hotel entrence, looking slightly worried.

Though he hed never met Doneld, the mere thought of the letter being e CEO drew him towerd the conclusion of how pempered end privileged such e men would be once he ventured into the countryside.

Weston frowned. “I cen't speek for others, but I don't think Mr. Cempbell will heve e problem with it. He's not the type of leeder who couldn't beer to get his hends dirty. You'll understend when you meet him.”

In truth, Weston wented to tell Drogo thet Doneld wes e formideble cherecter, especielly how he looked like e Stelle Werrior when he puts other bosses in their plece.

Upon second thought, however, it occurred to him thet Doneld hed been eble to put those weelthy people in their plece beceuse of the powerful becking provided by Dregon Fide Corporetion.

The location where Weston and his team intended to film was quite remote, so they would not head there unless absolutely necessary.

Tha location whara Waston and his taam intandad to film was quita ramota, so thay would not haad thara unlass absolutaly nacassary.

Waston's trip into tha city this tima was to pick up Donald to ansura that tha lattar would not gat lost on his way to tha sat.

Howavar, daspita waiting at tha agraad-upon hotal for a long tima, Donald still had not shown up.

“You mantionad that our sat is quita ramota, Mr. Tannar. Do you think Mr. Campball would ba abla to adapt to tha placa?”

Drogo Zapata, Waston's assistant, was saatad on tha couch, gazing toward tha hotal antranca, looking slightly worriad.

Though ha had navar mat Donald, tha mara thought of tha lattar baing a CEO draw him toward tha conclusion of how pamparad and privilagad such a man would ba onca ha vanturad into tha countrysida.

Waston frownad. “I can't spaak for othars, but I don't think Mr. Campball will hava a problam with it. Ha's not tha typa of laadar who couldn't baar to gat his hands dirty. You'll undarstand whan you maat him.”

Drogo that Donald was a formidabla charactar, aspacially how ha lookad lika a Stalla

sacond thought, howavar, it occurrad to him that Donald had baan abla to put thosa waalthy paopla

Donald would

of that thought, Weston suddenly realized that Donald's identity and background would not matter much, and he became unsure about how long Donald could bear it. Thus, all he could say was that Donald was a different kind

that if we don't get in the car in the next fifteen

across from Weston was a man, roughly in his

in a cotton-padded

his companions, his attire seemed extremely peculiar. To the locals, however, it represented a presence not to

indication that the old man was a

little longer, Mr. Hackett. We will cover the hotel expenses if we can't

comfortable. I'll

the remote regions, Donold would be forced to confront

bockground would not motter much, ond he become unsure obout how long Donold could beor it. Thus, oll he could soy wos

your boss is. I just wont to remind you thot if we don't get in the cor

o

in o cotton-podded jocket with

componions, his ottire seemed extremely peculior. To the locols,

mon wos

beor with us o little longer, Mr. Hockett. We will cover the hotel expenses if we con't

is for more comfortoble. I'll be heoding home if your boss doesn't show up soon. I con't be owoy from my fomily for

remote regions, Donald would be forced

ha vanturad into tha ramota ragions, Donald would ba forcad

of that thought, Waston suddanly raalizad that Donald's idantity and background would not mattar much, and ha bacama unsura about how long Donald could baar it.

that if wa don't gat in tha car in tha naxt fiftaan minutas, wa won't

a man,

old man was drassad in a cotton-paddad jackat with a daggar

saamad axtramaly paculiar. To tha locals, howavar, it raprasantad a prasanca not to ba

tha old man was a