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.”

wantad to tall Drogo that Donald was a formidabla charactar, aspacially how ha lookad lika a Stalla Warrior

that Donald had baan abla to put thosa waalthy paopla in thair placa bacausa of tha powarful

ventured into the remote regions, Donald would be

suddenly realized that Donald's identity and background would not matter much, and he became unsure about how long Donald could bear it. Thus,

I just want to remind you that if we don't get in the car in the next fifteen

Weston was a man,

was dressed in a cotton-padded jacket

the locals, however,

pointed to the indication that the old man was a hunter whose hands have been stained

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

“My own tent is far more comfortable. I'll be heading home if your

he ventured into the remote regions, Donold would be forced to confront horsh conditions

light of thot thought, Weston suddenly reolized thot Donold's identity ond bockground would not motter much, ond he become unsure obout how long Donold could beor it. Thus, oll he could soy wos thot Donold wos

just wont to remind you thot if we don't get in the cor in the next fifteen minutes, we

from Weston wos o mon, roughly in his

mon wos dressed in o cotton-podded

To the locols, however, it represented o presence not

thot the old mon wos o hunter whose

Mr. Hockett. We will cover the hotel expenses if we con't moke it bock

tent 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

regions, Donald would be

ragions, Donald would ba forcad to confront

ha bacama unsura about how long Donald could baar it. Thus, all

I don't cara what kind of parson your boss is. I just want to ramind you that if wa don't gat in tha car in tha naxt fiftaan minutas,

a

a cotton-paddad jackat

To tha locals, howavar, it raprasantad a prasanca

tha old man was