Son-In-Law Madness

“Mr. Goodwin, all the inspections have failed!”

Declan's expression stiffened when he opened the file and saw the results.

Fridolin slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

“What are you up to, Campbell! You took my money but didn't do the job. Aren't you afraid I'll report you to the head office?”

Donald looked at Fridolin and said calmly, “I'm the vice president of Dragon Fide Corporation. Did you say that you want to report me? Sure, go ahead and complain to Ms. Jennifer Wilson. Oh, I forgot to mention that she's my wife.”

He's the vice president of the corporation? Jennifer is his wife?

Upon hearing the man's words, Fridolin's first reaction was that Donald had gone mad.

If Donald is Dragon Fide Corporation's vice president, why would he come to an insignificant place like this to meddle in such trivial matters? I don't command such respect.

However, after seeing the determined look in Donald's eyes, Fridolin started to feel that he might be telling the truth.

D*mn, it seems like this guy really is the vice president of Dragon Fide Corporation.

An ordinary person can't possibly be this arrogant.

If Donald wasn't lying, then everything Fridolin did before seemed ridiculous.

He had offered a bribe to Donald using a meager amount of money, hoping to secure his assistance in carrying out fraudulent activities. This situation was comparable to pilfering from his own possessions only to receive a portion of it back from the thief himself.

No wonder Donald didn't take the inspection seriously at all.

He didn't even need to find any flaws in the factory to fail the inspection.

As for the inspection report, it was originally written to annoy Fridolin.

“Screw you, brat! Are you trying to fool me?”

Fridolin was furious. He lifted his wine glass, ready to hurl it at Donald.

However, Fridolin suddenly recalled Donald brutally assaulting Gilbert. With a somber realization, he slowly lowered the wine glass he had just raised.

Donald smirked and said, “Why aren't you making a move? Have you gone soft on me?”

Fridolin knew he was no match for Donald. There's no way he would be foolish enough to pit himself against a much stronger opponent.

Gritting his teeth, he said to Donald, “What exactly do you want?”

Donald looked at him and said, “My request is quite simple. All you need to do is sign this document, and I'll leave immediately. We will each mind our own business. Doesn't that sound good?”

Amelia took out the second document and handed it to Fridolin.

Fridolin picked up the document and almost lost his temper as he read it.

Previously, the Dragon Fide Corporation had taken over his beverage factory, yet he still retained a twenty-five percent stake in it, so it wasn't a complete takeover.

But now, Donald wanted to buy the remaining twenty-five percent of the shares he held for just thirty thousand.