Son-In-Law Madness

“Mr. Campbell, this is my good friend, Ronson Churchill. He's a talented person whose talent has been hidden all this while.”

However, Donald did not agree with Weston's words.

If Ronson was truly someone outstanding, he could never be hidden.

It did not seem to have crossed Ronson's mind that Weston had brought him here to get a job.

He said insensitively, “Wes, I thought you were just going to introduce me to a friend. I never thought of getting a job.”

Weston immediately shot Ronson a look. “Tell me, how long have you been living without an income? I know you want to pursue your dreams and that you have your own principles, but can you do something to make a living first? Besides, haven't you wondered why no one cared about the scripts you wrote? It's because something's wrong with them.”

Weston clearly cared about Ronson, which was what led him to say those things.

However, Ronson was not as patient as his friend.

He rose to his feet and snapped at Weston, “I get to decide how to live my life. I only came out with you because I see you as my friend, but I don't think this will happen again.”

Weston could only watch Ronson walk away, for he could not force him to stay.

Donald, who was seated, said plainly, “What kind of talent were you talking about? This is the person you wanted to introduce me to? I've come across arrogant people before, but none as arrogant as this. In fact, it was my first time seeing someone like him. Let him leave. Dragon Fide Corporation doesn't need trash like him.”

Sure enough, Ronson stopped in his tracks despite knowing Donald was purposely provoking him.

Turning around to stare at Donald, Ronson questioned, “Do you know a lot about scripts? Do you know how to make films?”

Donald said hurriedly, “I'm sorry. I don't know how to make films, but I have the money. What do you think about Weston? Do you think your friend here can make movies? I'll invest in him to help me make it. If your script is good, then the movie will turn out great, but if the script is bad, I won't make it into a movie even if you beg me. I may not know much about film-making, but I know it'll turn out bad.”

Donald's words hurt Ronson's self-esteem.

Returning to his seat, Ronson said to Donald in a deep voice, “I have confidence in my script. I'm just worried you might not have enough money to produce it.”

“Prove it to me instead of just telling me.”

Immediately, Ronson pulled out his phone and sent a document to Weston, who quickly sent it to Donald.

Donald had only thought of reading the script for Weston's sake.