Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 438 Can You Sleep Well “Talk to me, will you?” Reina gave his hand a tug. Even though Arnaldo was terrified by all of Donald’s cold-blooded alter egos, such as Lord Campbell, Golden Lord, and Crabface, a strange idea gradually crept into his mind. If Reina gets together with Lord Campbell, even if not officially, I can leverage her close relationship with him to gain control of the whole of Terrandya. Cognizant of what was going through Arnaldo’s mind, Reina reminded him, “Dad, with regards to the fact that Donald is Lord Campbell, please keep this a secret. Or else, it would upset him.”

Arnaldo was filled with sudden disappointment. “I know. I know.” In the city center of Pollerton, Jennifer and Tyrone entered a luxury mall while strolling aimlessly around. As Tyrone had never gone shopping before, he scanned the surroundings with furrowed brows. At the same time, Jennifer browsed around in silence. “Bring out your best diamond rings and necklaces,” Tyrone ordered the sales attendant. After giving Jennifer a look, the sales attendant turned her attention to the pale and sickly young man. It then dawned upon her that the man was the Ninth Prince of the Campbell clan, Tyrone Campbell. “Of course. Please wait for a moment,” the sales attendant replied respectfully. Are all members of the Campbell clan so rich? Jennifer gave Tyrone a curious look. Subsequently, her gaze was diverted away by a glimmering necklace among the jewelry brought out by the sales attendant. When she saw that it looked exactly like the Eternal Love, she guessed that it was an imitation. In that instant, her mind flashbacked to one year ago when Donald splurged a huge sum to purchase the Eternal Love and gifted it to Wynter, Lana, and the others.

felt an icy gaze fix upon her. She turned around by reflex and was greeted by the sight of Lana. What luck. Lana was glaring so intensely at Jennifer that she completely ignored Tyrone’s presence. As a member of the Collins family, which had also been established for more than five hundred years, she didn’t fear Tyrone at all. Thud! Thud! Thud! Dressed seductively as always, she was wearing a contemporary tapered suit and a pair of silver heels with red soles. Her face glowed in its flawless glory. “Ms. Collins, what do you want?” Jennifer asked. Lana walked up to her. Due to both of them being of the same height, their hostile gazes dueled intensely in mid-air. “I’m