The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 169

Everyone, including Donald, could not understand why Raymond valued Jennifer so much.

“Aren't you and Donald already divorced? Why did you still come here today?” Gideon asked.

Before responding, Jennifer darkened her expression a little when she noticed Donald and the exceptional women standing beside him. “We are divorced, but Old Mr.

Campbell will always be my grandpa.”

Winston chimed in, “Since you're divorced, can I pursue you then? Donald is only a security guard—”

Straight away, Jennifer interjected, “I'm sorry. I'm not interested in you.”

Sure enough, Winston's countenance turned bitter as he felt exceedingly embarrassed.

“Can we have our meal now?” Donald questioned.

Gideon chuckled in response and replied, “We can, but some special guests haven't arrived yet. Can we wait for a while?”

He then glanced at his watch after finishing those words.

A few seconds later, a loud voice sounded from outside. “The president of Pollerton Commerce, Sixten, wishes Old Mr.

Campbell a happy eightieth birthday! His gift to Old Mr. Campbell is a grandfather clock!”

Immediately afterward, a few burly men in suits entered the house while lifting a two-meter tall grandfather clock.

At that instant, Donald emanated a boundless and terrifying aura. A grandfather clock as Grandpa's eightieth birthday gift? Is that an implication that his time on Earth is running out?

“Leave it there. I'll teach you a severe lesson if you dare to step over.” Donald got up and gave that warning. An unceasing murderous intent was brewing in his heart at the moment.

He thought Sixten must have a death wish.

“Put it down.” Sixten stepped forward and stood beside the grandfather clock. He then laughed and patted the clock before proceeding, “The material of this grandfather clock is pure bronze. Its weight is three hundred kilograms. Eight people are required to lift the clock.”

In their culture, carrying a coffin also usually needed eight people.

“It seems like my reminder to you is still not enough.” Donald strode toward the grandfather clock emotionlessly.

In response, Sixten giggled. “Come on. Don't be like that. This clock is not from me.