The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 102

Rodrick had no intention of merging his company, but he was head over heels for Shannon to the extent of wishing to marry her. However, Shannon had no feelings for him. To tell the truth, she was not into anyone, not even Nigel.

Previously, Rodrick and Shannon were classmates in university. Ever since he knew her, he found out that she was an emotionless girl.

“Quit making sheep's eyes at her! She's Nigel's fiancee, you know!” Linda reproached Kevin and gave him a light tap on his arm.

Kevin reluctantly took his eyes off Shannon and whined, “What a pity... She's the girl whom every man loves and adores. By the way, Jennifer, luckily Nigel didn't give you a title but only power and wealth. It's better this way, right?”

Nodding fervently, Linda agreed, “He's right. What's the point of having a title, anyway. You got to have something tangible in your grasp, something that's truly owned by you. Look at you, having a net worth of several hundred million. How much do you actually have in your stash, though?”

Upon hearing those disdainful words, Jennifer shot a fierce glare at her mother and brother. “You're right. I can't even spend more than three million. So, you can forget about that sports car you've always dreamed of.”

With her professional manager Susan around, every single expenditure of hers would be thoroughly recorded. Any spending with a massive sum, especially if it was impractical, would be thwarted by the former.

A glint of disappointment flashed across Kevin's eyes, for his aspirations of owning a lavish mansion and sports car had ended unexpectedly.

“All right, be quiet!” Nigel announced.

With a single command, the whole banquet hall fell into pin-drop silence.

“Today, we celebrate my grandfather's eightieth birthday. I thank you all for being here. Shannon, please bring Grandpa here,” Nigel stated with a baritone voice.

On such an occasion, Shannon naturally would do him the honor. She spun around silently and pushed Conner out of the room at the back.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Conner was beaming with vitality. He did not appear to be sick at all.

“Let the celebration begin,” Nigel declared.

“Grandpa, I wish you prosperity and longevity.” Dexter was quick to bolt ahead and knelt before his grandfather. “And to congratulate you, I'm gifting you a sculpture as a symbol of longevity!”

Dexter was filthy rich, and he had a penchant for gold and diamond.