Son-In-Law Madness

Despite not being able to afford the penalty, Evelyn gritted her teeth and signed the agreement anyway at the thought of getting the hundred and fifty thousand.

The signed agreement was then copied twice for each of their safekeeping.

Belle left the briefcase filled with a hundred and fifty thousand in the living room, then added Donald and Evelyn to a WhatsApp group.

“Any updates regarding the job will be posted here. At seven tomorrow morning, we will be having your first screen test and wardrobe fitting. Don't be late, Ms. Shabelle.”

F*cking hell, seven in the morning?

Donald massaged his temples, sensing an impending headache.

Being one to wake naturally without an alarm, he would not be up at seven to accompany Evelyn to the studio simply because she had a film to shoot.

Evelyn seemed to have seen through Donald's thoughts after Belle led her entourage away.

“I can be there on my own tomorrow, Mr. Campbell,” she said timidly. “You don't have to come with me.”

Donald shot Evelyn a glance. “I will have the company assign a personal assistant to you, who you can ask for anything you might need. If you ever run into trouble, you can call me directly.”

After that, Donald excused himself to let Evelyn get some rest.



As soon as he emerged from the room, Weston, who had been standing outside, piped up, “I think Evelyn should have signed with Supernova Productions, Mr. Campbell. I'd seen their script, and I think she could really make a name for herself if she took on that role and gave it her best.”

Donald glanced at Weston. “Being in the entertainment industry is akin to wading in deep waters. I am her agent, not her babysitter. This is only the first of many such choices she will have to make. I can't be making her choices for her all the time, can I?”

Weston nodded. “I get it. You mean to say you want her to be responsible for the choices she makes, right? That is the quickest way she will learn.”

“No. What I mean to say is that I am very tired and would like to go to bed.”

Donald yawned, then descended the stairs.

Weston hurried after him. “There's actually one more thing I would like to talk to you about, Mr. Campbell,” he said, rubbing his hands tentatively.

“What is it?”

“Evelyn is going to start shooting her movie, isn't she? As our station has been undergoing some content reform of late, my program has been canceled for the time being. I know a guy who is a great screenwriter, but no studio has been willing to give him a shot. Then, I began thinking about how Dragon Fide Corporation wants to gain a foothold in the entertainment industry, so I thought I'd—”



“You want to jump ship?”