The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 357

Now that Simon was kneeling in front of Donald, being utterly humiliated by the latter, how would they explain such a bizarre turn of events?

Donald stared at Simon, who was still kneeling on the floor, and went over to him, saying, “Raise your head.”

Simon did as he was told.

His face had turned as pale as a sheet, and beads of sweat clung to his forehead.

“Can I have this fish?” Donald asked.

Simon nodded profusely to him. “S-Sure you can! I'll get someone to cook it for you!”

“How many more expensive and rare fish are there in Grand Myer Hotel?” Donald queried.

Simon froze. “There's more than a dozen of them.”

“I'd like to have all of them. Can I?”

When he heard Donald's request, Simon's body shuddered, and he felt goosebumps all over him. What kind of fetish does this man have?

Despite what he had in mind, he

merely nodded. “Yes, of course.”

With that, Simon bellowed, “Slaughter all the expensive and rare fish we have in the hotel and cook all of them right away!”

Everyone in the hall was utterly dumbfounded.

Beatrice was also in shock at that moment. This Donald Campbell seems to be quite a mystery to me!

“Slap yourself now,” Donald ordered calmly.

Hearing that, Simon did as told. He did not even dare to ask how many times he was supposed to slap himself as he smacked his face continuously and ruthlessly.

After dozens of slaps, Simon’s face was red and swollen. The corner of his mouth was bleeding as well. Even though his eyes were filled with humiliation and disgrace, Simon did not dare to speak up for himself.

“All right. That'll do,” Donald uttered.

Simon eventually stopped, forcing an ugly and pathetic smile as he stared at Donald eagerly.

“Get lost.’

Relief washed over Simon as he got up and fled the room immediately.

Once he was out of the hall, Simon leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Everyone in the hall turned to look at Donald, trying to figure out what had just happened.

Beatrice asked, “What exactly is going on here?”