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

Chapter 23

Immediately Kevin turned with eyes wide open and stared at Donald in disbelief. “Wow, a Bentley Continental GT costs more than six million. Did you win the lottery or something?”

Skylar touched the side of the car reverently, envy blazing in her eyes.

“Get in,” Donald repeated with a frown.

Kevin hurriedly opened the door to the passenger seat and slid in, his fingertips grazing every detail of the vehicle's plush interior as he made awed noises.

“Keep your hands to yourself. The money you lost is nearly sufficient to purchase this car,” Donald ordered in a deadpanned voice.

That made Kevin stiffen at once. “I wasn't the only one who lost the money...”

Donald didn't respond.

“How did you get this car?” Skylar piped up.

“I borrowed it.”

Kevin pouted. “Who would be so rich to lend you a luxury car?”

“Lana Collins,” Donald replied.

Upon hearing that, Skylar's eyes rounded with shock. “What's your relationship with her? Why would she loan this car to you?”

“I'm her bodyguard.”

Skylar promptly lost interest after hearing that nugget of information and sagged in her seat. A look of distaste showed on her face as she snidely commented, “So you're a bodyguard now?”

A sigh came from Kevin. “I don't want to meddle, but isn't there nothing left between you and Jennifer? Why don’t you let her go? If you love her, you should do free her from your marriage. She will only suffer being with you. Besides, Harrison likes her, and more importantly, he's rich enough to provide her with a better life.”

Donald shot an inscrutable glance at Kevin.

Instantly, Kevin felt chills run down his spine as he stopped talking

altogether. What's with Donald? He's devoid of emotions like a zombie. At the same time, it seems like he's arrogant and looks down on others.

With a mocking sigh, Skylar added, “It's not a good idea to make comparisons. After all, Harrison is the heir to Pollerton Pharma while you're merely a bodyguard.”

At the same time, she held back from uttering her thoughts. Besides, Harry gave me a million without even asking me why I needed the money. See how generous he is? How can you compare to him?

“One more word from you, and I'll kick you out of the car,” Donald warned coldly.

Skylar gave a condescending chuckle and started taking selfies with her phone. Then, she typed up a message that read, Harry, thank you for today. We should meet up when you're free. I'll give you anything you desire.

A heavily edited selfie that had gone through several rounds of filters was attached before she sent the message to Harrison.

Ten seconds later, the phone in Donald's pocket chirped with an incoming notification, and he narrowed his eyes.

Skylar's gaze instantly snapped over to him as she eyed him warily. Suspicion flashed across her mind for a second before she dismissed it. It must be a coincidence.

Soon after, they arrived in front of Pollerton Pharma to find Jennifer on her knees, her eyes red and swollen. She had clearly been crying for some time now.

Donald got out of the car and handed her a tissue while soothing her, “Everything's okay now. Don't cry.”

She raised her head, and joy shone in her eyes before she dissolved into more tears. She sprang to her feet, lept into his arms, and buried her face against his chest. “Why am I being subjected to such humiliation? Harrison was right. A poor couple can never be happy. I wouldn't have to put up with this if you were a little more accomplished than you are now.”

Tears and snot ran down her face as she held on tightly to Donald's waist.

Meanwhile, Donald inhaled the fragrance of her hair and ran his fingers through the silky strands. “It's all over now. I got Kevin and Skylar back.”

“Really? Where?” She exclaimed in wonder. “How did you do it?”

Kevin stepped out of the car at that moment and supplied, “How else? Of course it was with Harrison's help. He helped us pay a million and probably beat up Blade Alliance's butler, Jerald Hill.”

His expression became more animated, and spittle flew from his mouth. “Jennifer, you have no idea how terse and aggressive Jerald was with me. When Harrison rescued us, Jerald immediately improved his behavior and bowed to me. Let me tell you. That felt great!”

“Yeah, we had to rely on someone capable for help in that critical moment. It seems some people are just born useless,” Skylar followed suit, making sure to make a snide remark about Donald.

Jennifer swiveled her head to look at the former, guilt about Harrison creeping up on her. Despite how she had treated him,

he was still willing to help her.

At that thought, she sent a short text to Harrison: Thank you.

Donald observed them without offering a single comment. He had already decided to obliterate Pollerton Pharma today to get even with Harrison for harassing his wife.

Jennifer was Donald's Achilles' heel, after all.

“Let's go home,” Jennifer suggested. She then peered over Donald's shoulder and saw the sleek car behind him. “Where did that come from?”

“Someone obviously lent it to him. Do you think he can afford such a car?” Kevin said with a contemptuous smirk.

“He's made it now, though, as Lana's bodyguard. So, his monthly pay should increase.” A cynical, mocking tone coated every dry word Skylar uttered.

Jennifer’s brows knitted as she lifted her gaze back to Donald. “Is it true?”

He gave her a nod.

At that moment, Jennifer's heart sank. She didn't like any form of association between her husband and Lana. Lana has given Donald a million for saving her, and now she's offering him a position as her bodyguard. What will happen in the future if they start spending more time together?NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Can you resign?” Jennifer asked, her frown deepening.

Who wouldn't wish to see their husband succeed and make a name for themselves? Although Donald's not wealthy, he still leads a relatively comfortable life. Still, it's not good for his image if he works as a bodyguard for another woman. If everyone finds out that he's working as a bodyguard, he'll become a laughingstock!

Donald replied, “Didn't you want me to get a stable job?”

“Well, I didn't say you had to be a bodyguard. If people find out about it...” she trailed off

“It would be embarrassing?” He finished with a derisive sneer.

“I'm not discriminating against the job. It's just that you're too ambitious to work as a bodyguard,” she explained.

Donald's lips twisted into a sardonic smile. “How about this? We'll go with this job for now and table this discussion for the future.”

Jennifer's anger skyrocketed. Her husband's flippant mindset and lack of ambition grated on her nerves.

She liked him for his stable outlook on life and steely resolve. However, disappointment swamped her that life's trials seemed to have bent and strained his backbone of steel.

“I'm tired. Let's go home.” She released a long sigh and turned, walking in the opposite direction and raising her hand to hail a cab.

Kevin's smug gaze flitted to Donald as he went after her.

“I suggest you start making plans to divorce Jennifer.” Skylar tipped her chin at him before turning to leave.

Donald watched their retreating backs and swiveled on his heels to face the skyscraper, something dangerous flickering in the depths of his eyes.

When he was about to decimate Pollerton Pharma, his burner phone rang with a call. Bradley's voice reported from the other end of the line, “Lord Campbell, we've received a task from Chiliad Avion.”

Donald stilled. He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling a deep and centering breath.

When he opened his eyes again, they were cold and blank.

This call was a turning point that marked the last moments where his life was still peaceful.