Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 446

Dartan Belongs To Me “Don’t worry,” Donald replied with a nod. “The fifth-generation chips are from Quadfield, and the research I have on that is ten years ahead of theirs. Moreover, Lord Campbell Mountain Villa’s research into new energy sources and superinsulation materials is already in its final stages. We should be able to showcase them at the fair too.” Lana gazed fondly at Donald, head tilted as she rested her cheek on her hand and her ample bosom on the table. Donald, however, accidentally stole a glimpse and looked away immediately. “I’m curious,” Lana said smilingly.

the question, Donald quickly regained his composure. “I don’t have much now. My net worth is more than a hundred billion, but my expenses are astronomical. The annual fees for the three hundred thousand Horizon Group members alone are staggering enough.” “Oh, my gosh! Where do you get your money from, then?” Calm as always, Donald took a sip of his coffee before dropping the bomb. “Well… Dartan belongs to me.” Lana stared at him in utter disbelief, eyes widening with every second. Dartan was a foreign nation and also one of the global financial centers. However, it had been in a state of anarchy for the longest time, giving rise to the rampant growth of private armies.

more advanced one. It’s the place to go for the best technology and innovation! Having heard all of that, Lana was utterly dumbfounded. The closer she got to Donald, the more she was stunned by his power and influence. No wonder everyone said Donald wouldn’t be able to compete with the Campbell clan in the country, but if they were in an international setting, he’d crush them without even breaking a sweat! After chatting for a bit more, Lana decided to change the topic. “Jennifer and Tyrone are getting engaged on the twenty-sixth of this month. What are your thoughts on that?” Donald shook his head.

caught everyone else’s attention. He was a man in his seventies, dressed in a long, flowing robe. Even as he sat quietly in his seat, the aura emanating from him was eerily frightening. As it turned out, the man was none other than Jeffery Lysle, Francesco’s master. He was one of the founding members of Crimson Dust Order and had immense influence overseas. At that moment, Jeffery was stoic as he gripped his phone