The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 493

When Solomon said that, a ferocious aura rose within him.

It was the imperious air of someone superior—inimitable nor was it innate.

“Okay. I'll be leaving if there's nothing else,” Donald intoned.

“Sure. Also, please take care of this granddaughter of mine for a bit,” Solomon implored with a wide smile.

Melanie was in politics, dubbed one of the youngest high-ranking officials in history with a bright future ahead of her, far more promising than Neil.

Neil was already up in years, so one could tell that his days were numbered.

Conversely, Melanie had just started out and had infinite potential.

She was different from Wynter—the superstar, Lana—the queen of the business world, Reina—the nouveau riche, and Jennifer.

Even the Campbell clan didn't dare offend her easily.

Ultimately, she was above them all in status.

She was the epitome of might and power, attending each and every important political event such as major summits among various countries.

Dipping his eyes, Donald countered, “We've got different paths in life.”

His meaning was obvious—Melanie wasn't his cup of tea, and he didn't like her.

“How would you know without spending some time with her?” Solomon persuaded.

A hint of derision manifested on Donald's face, and he slowly stroked his wrist.

“Are you telling me to abandon Jennifer and marry a woman I don't like? So what if she has a high status and infinite future? What has that got to do with me? If I care about all that, how do I keep guard over Quadfield? Besides, my achievements aren't great, but when did I ever use such a method to get to where I am today?”

By the end of his speech, intense scorn was written all over his face.

Solomon was taken aback before he chuckled wryly. “True. Sorry for simply matching you up with her.”

“Goodbye.” Donald got to his feet and opened the door, striding right out.

As Solomon stared at the man's retreating back, he wore a thoughtful expression on his face.

When Melanie spotted Donald exiting the study, she stood in front of him, stretching out a hand to stop him. “It's already late at night. Rest for a bit, and I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow.”