Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 312 None Of Your Business

“That’s enough! This meeting is dismissed!” Donald stated.

Everyone instantly heaved a sigh of relief. Nigel was especially relieved. He felt that he had just avoided a catastrophe.

As everyone started to leave, a lot of them looked at Jennifer. They were full of envy, jealousy, and doubt.

It seemed that they were determined to seize the opportunities found in the construction of Lord Campbell Avenue.

The research involving controlled fusion technology, which was conducted throughout the world, was still in its infancy. However, Donald had already managed to control it to a certain level.

Once it could be promoted for commercial and non-commercial usage, it was a wonder how many economic benefits and historic changes it could bring about.

Energy would cost next to nothing, and the price of crude oil would plummet. There would be all sorts of chain reactions across every sector.

In other words, Donald would become a renowned figure in the world if he could successfully make controlled fusion technology readily available to ordinary consumers. His family could also become the Eleventh Prestigious Family in the country.

Donald’s office was closed, everyone started

stared at Jennifer and scoffed at her before

phone and sent a text message to Donald: Donald, I managed to bid for the

Donald read the text message. He thought

hundred million and getting the Miracle Doctor of Pollerton to treat you. I’ll always be there for you

his phone off: There’s no need

to the Freedman Clan’s mausoleum. His expression darkened, and he slammed his fist on the table. “That guy, Lord Campbell! So secretive and sneaky! Who does

“It can’t be helped. He’s very influential outside of the country. There’s also the fact that he guarded

can’t believe the wealthy Freedman clan is afraid of

However, the expression on his face remained unchanged. He nodded

on his tie. “I’m in a very bad mood now! Find me a

serious tone, “I think you should calm down

care. He waved his hand, beckoning a man from behind to come to him while

bodyguard was none other than Peter Chance. Peter was fifty years old this year. He was the top fighter

look at her, Mr. Freedman.” Peter handed a photograph over to Sebastian. The person in the photograph was none