Son In Law Madness

Chapter 10

Kevin laughed out loud upon hearing Donald’s words. “Donald, are you out of your mind? Have the millions of debt made you crazy? What do you mean there’s a million in here? I’ll believe you if you say it’s a hundred pieces of old newspaper.”

At that point, Jennifer felt a surge of helplessness rising within her. Why is he still acting like a fool? What’s the point of protecting his ego now? Is this even the Donald Campbell that I know?

Then she glanced at Donald and said to Harrison and the others, “It’s time. Let’s go in.”

Harrison kicked the bag on the floor and instructed, “Kev, take the bag. I don’t care what’s in the bag anymore. We’ll just pretend that Donald has cleared his debt.”

Subconsciously, Jennifer lifted her head to glance at Harrison, which made the latter excited.

“You can go ahead. I’ll catch up with you after I have a little chat with Donald,” said Skylar.

After watching Jennifer leave, Donald’s expression remained unshaken as he spoke to Skylar. “Spit it out.”

The disdainful look on Skylar’s face intensified. “Donald, just give up on Jennifer. How about you file a divorce with her tomorrow?”

Upon hearing that, Donald remained unfazed and replied nonchalantly, “Why?”

“You don’t deserve Jennifer.” Skylar scorned and continued, “Look, you can’t even enter the opera house where Wynter is performing tonight. On the contrary, look at Harrison, who not only has the right to enter the venue but has four available tickets. Jennifer will get the life she deserves if she marries Harrison. But what can she get when she’s with you? Millions of debt?”

Donald smirked coldly. “Most importantly, it’s because you can get what you want as well. Am I right?”

“Why does it matter? Harrison treats Jennifer, Kevin, and me well. Besides, I already have my own house and car. You’re too useless as a brother-in-law. That’s all I have to say. You better look out for yourself,” lectured Skylar, flipping her hair before jogging toward Jennifer and the others.

Just when Skylar reached the entrance of the opera house, she halted her steps and widened her eyes in disbelief.

A custom-made Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the entrance, and an elderly gentleman in a suit exited the vehicle while holding a cane. He was a majestic and dignified man in his seventies with a formidable aura.

was none other than the richest

Aston Martin with a forty-eight million market value. Not long after, Lana, who was in a scarlet red gown, got out of

had only seen those two people through various media, but

She’s the most powerful businesswoman in Pollerton, and she’s

Langford, please wait.” Suddenly, Lana stopped

“Oh, it’s you, Ms. Collins. What’s

that you’ve

meters large and has a thirty billion market value. I’ll have my master discuss it with you personally,”

“All right.

dropped after she overheard the entire

a master above him! I wonder how much richer is his master? Not only that, but Skylar also recalled that Pollerton Opera House belonged to Charles, which also meant

I hope you’ll communicate with him frequently, Ms. Collins.” Charles tossed an odd glance at Lana before taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it

business card and put it

incredible eyesight, which allowed her to read the contact number on the name card clearly. After memorizing the string of

notice Donald, who was standing far away from the entrance and contemplating whether to enter

consideration, Donald decided to

was stopped by two usherettes. One of them was Yvette Zeller,

Donald, recalling the days

ticket.” Quickly, Yvette regained her composure and said calmly as she took a closer

tall and slender lady. She was dressed in a body-hugging side slit black dress that accentuated her curvy figure. Ever since Yvette graduated from Pollerton Film Academy, she had been preparing to start her career in the

to let her work as an usherette there, hoping someone would notice her

good eye, so she could easily tell the worth

cost most than two hundred. Looks like you’re not doing so well these days,

a

on Yvette’s face deepened. “I’m sorry, then. You’re