The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 348

James said, "I'll tell you what, I’m eighty percent sure I can cure him, but the payment—”

“Name your price.” Jennifer was overjoyed.

A cold light flashed in his eyes. “Firstly, I want a one hundred million diagnosis fee. Secondly, I want you to marry me.”

Jennifer was dressed very fashionably that night. She wore a long pink coat, revealing the round-necked undershirt, and knee-high boots that emphasized her long and slender legs.

Her temperament was very gentle, and she looked like a girl from the sunny south.

Donald had good taste, and he was drawn to charming women like Jennifer.

A woman who could catch Donald's eye must be most men's dream girl.

Thus, James took a liking to Jennifer at first sight.

Her expression changed, and she immediately stood up. “Mr. Weiss, please have some self-respect. A hundred million for the consultation is no problem, but don't talk about anything else!”

James was not angry at all and said indifferently, “In that case, find someone else. However, I'll tell you that no one in Pollerton can save Donald except me. In other words, except for a handful of people in this world, there's no one else you can go to for help.”

Jennifer's body trembled with anger. She directly settled the bill and left.

He was not annoyed. Instead, he took a small sip of his coffee as he watched her back, his gaze lingering on her legs for a long time.

Then, he took out his phone. “Hey, Bert, I have my eye on a woman. Think of a way. I want her.”

“Leave it to me. I'll deliver her to you within three days.”

After hanging up the phone, a sneer appeared on his face.

Strictly speaking, neither the Freedman clan nor Yund family was willing to offend him.

Who would be willing to casually offend a miracle doctor?

Winter made the night come early, and the sky was already pitch black by seven o'clock.

At that moment, Pollerton looked unusually prosperous, with lights lit up and heavy traffic everywhere.

Ysabel hugged Donald's arm as they walked along the road, allowing snowflakes to fall on their shoulders. No one brought an umbrella.

She raised her head, looking at the snowflakes falling under the streetlight, and a dreamy look flittered in her eyes. “Donald, it's so beautiful tonight.”