The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 21

“All right, let's move on from that.” Lana continued, “Since you don't have a job right now, would you be interested in becoming my personal bodyguard?”

Donald was speechless for a moment after hearing that. He then chuckled. “You appear to have everything planned out.”

Everyone, especially the conglomerates from North Epea, would be terrified if they learned that Lord Campbell had been hired as a woman's personal bodyguard.

“I understand how much you love your wife, but you can't live without a proper job, can you? I don't care what your other identity is, but you have to explain yourself to her, am I right?” she said.

Donald responded, “I must say, you're a good talker.”

“Five thousand a month, with eight hours of work per day.” With her lips pursed, she looked at him.

“It's a deal.” With that, Donald stood up. In fact, Lana was right about the money. Jennifer did wish for him to have a proper job, and a personal bodyguard was, indeed, a proper job.

“Oh, that's right. I've got another question for you,” Lana said as she tilted her head.

Her silky hairs hid her soft, gentle face. She was incredibly beautiful when the sunlight shone on her face.

“What is it?” Donald turned around to look at her.

“Do you know Wynter Lowe?” Lana queried.

“No.” Donald shook his head in response.

“But I noticed the figure of a man on her Instagram account, and he looks exactly like you.” Lana added, “He was riding on a bike with her.”

Hearing that, Donald replied, “Ms. Collins, you must be joking. There's no such thing.”

Lana asked in disbelief, “Really? But his back is strikingly similar to yours.”

Donald laughed and opened the door, leaving Lana, who was in a daze, alone.

After Donald left, Lana massaged her temples. “He isn't as straightforward as he appears to be. Despite the fact that I have all of his information, I still know nothing about him.”

On the esteemed ninth floor, Donald could hear the laughter of the crowd.

When he pushed open the door and walked in, he noticed that the crowd, particularly Rebecca and Irene, were heavily inebriated. They were often seen giving toasts to Oliver together. Despite the fact that they were all aware that Donald had entered, none of them greeted him.

Irene and Rebecca did not even bother to look at him.

Meanwhile, Rafe sat alone in the corner wearing a sad face.

Donald looked at Oliver and said, “Something came up and I need to leave now. You must pay Rafe's commission regardless of whether you buy the house or not. You'll have to deal with the

consequences if you don't.”

Upon hearing that, Oliver jumped up from his seat and slammed his fist onto the table. “Donald Campbell, who do you think you are!

“Donald Campbell, do you have a death wish?” Irene yelled.

“What a disrespectful guy.” Rebecca was infuriated as well.

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“It seems like you will only learn your lesson in the face of death.” Donald snorted as he prepared himself to finish Oliver off.

However, his phone rang at that precise moment. When he took out his phone, he discovered that Jennifer had called him.

“Something happened to Kev, Donald.” On the other end of the line, Jennifer's sobbing could be heard.

Donald immediately frowned. “Don't panic. Can you tell me what happened?”

“He gambled away the six hundred thousand you paid to Harrison, as well as the two million that you intended to pay for the property. Even worse, he's currently one million in debt and is being held up. They threatened to cut off one of his arms if he didn't pay the one million in three days,” Jennifer explained.

Donald was in a fit of rage upon hearing that.

This man would never change!

“Can you tell me where he's being held?” In the end, Donald managed to keep his rage under control.

“The Blade Alliance has him imprisoned at Paragon Building,” Jennifer responded.

“All right, I'll take care of it.” Donald continued, “Kevin really doesn't change.”

“Donald, I've made a mistake by calling you. I should have known better than to call you!” From the other end of the line, Jennifer's sad voice could be heard.

“Where are you right now?” Donald inquired.

“That's none of your business!” With that, Jennifer hung up the call.

Donald had a dangerous look in his eyes despite his expressionless face.

Then, he gave Oliver and the others a cold stare before turning away to dial a number. “Bradley, find out Jennifer's current location for me.”

Donald's subordinates gradually gathered at Pollerton after the Polaris System was activated, waiting for his command. Bradley Brown, the administrator of the Polaris System, was the first to arrive. He was the best hacker in the world, as well as a fantastic tracker.

When Lana was investigating Donald, he discovered it in less than thirty seconds.

“Mrs. Campbell is on her way to Pollerton Pharma,” Bradley replied.

Donald's face darkened when he heard that.

Harrison is the owner of Pollerton Pharma. Jennifer appears to be planning to seek assistance from Harrison.

“Keep an eye on her at all times.” He borrowed a car from Lana shortly after saying that. It was Bentley's limited edition four-seater that cost six million.

The moment he got into the car, he received a message on his other phone.

When he picked up his phone, he saw that it was Kevin's wife, Skylar, who had left him a message. The text message read: Hi, wealthy man, I'm in serious trouble right now. Would you mind assisting

me?

After a brief pause, Donald responded to the message: Speak up.

Then, she replied: Is it possible for you to lend me some money? For me, it's a lot, but for you, it's nothing at all. I'll agree to all of your conditions as long as you can lend me the money. The text message was accompanied by her selfie that had been photoshopped countless times with a sad emoticon.

Donald typed: How much do you need?

She wrote: I needone million. Is that okay ? Behind the message was a crying emoticon.

In the end, Donald agreed to lend her the money.

If the problem could be solved with money, he would not bother dealing with it any further.

Even though he was well-known around the world, he kept a low profile and only a few people had seen him.

With that thought in mind, he transferred a million over to her with a message: You're on your own.

Inside Paragon Hotel, Skylar was idly staring at her phone. Suddenly, her phone rang with a notification: One million has been transferred to your Paypal!

In an instant, Skylar jumped up excitedly. “Oh my goodness! What a rich man!”

Kevin, who was hanging his head beside her dejectedly, leaped from his chair and inquired, “Who transferred those funds to you?”

Skylar gave him a quick glance before stowing her phone away, preventing him from seeing it. “I'm not sure. Perhaps it was

Harrison.”

She had no intention of telling Harrison that she had hooked up with a wealthy man.

He transferred me a million after seeing two of my photos, despite the fact that he didn't know who I was. I guess I'm still quite appealing. Maybe it's time for me to start looking for this wealthy man and ask him out. Excited, she ruffled her hair and used the phone's black screen as a mirror to take a good look at herself.

“I'll kick that poor bastard, Kevin, out when that wealthy man becomes my sugar daddy!” Skylar was brimming with joy.

Kevin was ecstatic as well, believing Harrison was the one who had transferred the funds to her. “I knew it. Harrison will undoubtedly be of great assistance to us at this crucial time. In the end, he was the only one who was willing to assist me. On the other hand, Donald didn't even make an attempt to assist me! I'm going to ask Jennifer to divorce him when I get back!”