Son-In-Law Madness

“Darling, did something happen at the company? My phone was buzzing non-stop with notifications last night. It seemed I was receiving emails from all departments, but Jane won't tell me anything,” Jennifer asked.

As soon as Donald returned to the mansion, he saw Jennifer sitting on the couch with a facial mask. The stereo was playing music for prenatal education.

“It's nothing. The Ten Prestigious Families targeted us, but I've taken care of it,” replied Donald nonchalantly.

“What? The Ten Prestigious Families joined forces and came after us? How much money did we lose? Is the company all right?”

Donald knew Jennifer would react in that manner after listening to the news. Therefore, he had deliberately told Jane to withhold that information from Jennifer.

Jennifer had always regarded Dragon Fide Corporation with great importance.

In her view, rebuilding Dragon Fide Villa had always been Donald's dream. And now, with the project nearing completion, if the company faced any issue at that critical juncture, forcing Dragon Fide Villa's construction to be stalled, Jennifer would never forgive herself.

And because she held Dragon Fide Villa in high regard, Jennifer had devoted most of her energy to the villa in recent years.

“Didn't I tell you the matter has already been taken care of? Don't worry. Not only did the Ten Prestigious Families not profit from us, but I also made them pay a hefty price. Your only job now is to focus on your pregnancy. Once our child is born, you can return to Dragon Fide Corporation and take the business world by storm again, all right?”

Hearing that, Jennifer snorted.

“Fine. This corporation is not solely my responsibility, after all. You've been hands-off for so long, so it's about time you stepped up.” She waved at Jane as she spoke, and the latter immediately walked over with some documents. “These are some of our company's more important matters that I was going to handle. But now, given my condition, I'll have to trouble you, Darling.”

Donald chuckled ruefully. “Darling, can't Jane handle these things? I came back wanting to spend time with you, not dealing with company matters.”

Jennifer caressed his face and said, “Darling, Jane has other tasks to attend to. With so much happening in the company daily, you can't expect her to shoulder everything, can you?”

She didn't elaborate, but he wasn't a fool and could fathom her implications.

Jane was indeed competent, but she was still an assistant, after all.

Being an assistant meant they could help the CEO or vice president to manage minor tasks and perfect some plans, but without possessing any decision-making authority.