Son-In-Law Madness

Son In Law Madness Chapter 388

You Have No Choice

Noticing how Jennifer had put on makeup, Linda and Kevin reckoned the former had thought things through and agreed to dine with Peterson.

Lowering her head, Jennifer furrowed her brows while staring at the man’s right hand, which was stretched out. However, she did not reach for it. “Hi. I’m sorry, but I don’t have the habit of shaking hands with others.”

Peterson froze for a few seconds, but he was not mad about it. He simply offered a faint smile and retracted his right hand. “Happy birthday. I’ve reserved thirty tables at Grand Laurel today and put much effort into arranging this. I hope you will accept this invitation.”

After pausing briefly, he went on, “Initially, I plan on organizing it at Sky Garden, but it requires a one-month pre-booking, so it’s too late. Moreover, it seems like Sky Garden is having a renovation today, so I’ve selected Grand Laurel.”

Before Jennifer could utter a word, someone knocked on the door.

Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat. Is it Donald?

Hurriedly, she went to open the door and found herself greeted by the sight of a middle-aged couple at the door, sizing her up.

Jennifer was stunned. “Who are you?”

chuckled. “They’re my parents, and they’re currently operating a tea house at Terrandya Provincial

imposing aura, the middle-aged couple entered while scanning

Linda immediately stood

in the same way a person of high stature

only a person with a

accumulated an astounding connection of networks and owned an immense influence across the entire Terrandya. Furthermore,

was how powerful brokers

it while we have our meal.” Brandon’s tone left no

Leonard immediately nodded. “Sure, off we go to Grand

Jennifer answered, “No. I have a date

daughter’s response, the smile on her face immediately disappeared as it was instantly replaced with

palpable disdain as if she was about to skin her alive, Linda bellowed, “Donald. Donald

enough, Jennifer! Has Donald not done enough harm to you and me?

growled, “I’m sure I’ve told you to cut off all connections with Donald. Why won’t

exchanged glances with

“That’s right.