What's Donald's secret? How is he attracting all these women?
Melanie chuckled. “What do you mean by I'm taking your man away from you? Donald and I are both single.”
Lana pouted in disdain. “No means no. If you're going, then we're going together.”
“That's right!” Wynter stood up as well.
They seemed to have presented a united front.
“Me too.” Reina also stood up.
Holton gave Arnaldo a thumbs up. “If you wondered what professionalism is, this is it.”
Charles, Zayne, and the others were utterly impressed.
“Fine. Let's go together.” Melanie couldn't care less.
It wasn't easy to get close to Donald. One would never know the obstacles to being able to do so.
“You just want to be the wife of Lord Campbell, but you don't mind who Lord Campbell is, right?” Donald moved closer to Melanie's ear and whispered.
Melanie's eyes widened. Her heart began to pound.
Her mind was overwhelmed by emotions.
Lord Campbell! Is he saying he's Lord Campbell?
When she was about to ask, Donald had already walked far away.
At noon, in a private hall, Rosie, Tyrone, Oscar, Noah's lackey, and Gibbons, sat at a table.
They all had grim expressions on their faces.
They planned to sanction Donald, but the Sanchez family butted in and caught them off guard.
“What are we going to do now? Please come up with an idea,” Tyrone said.
Oscar replied, “Donald has always been a nobody. Even if he successfully constructed the Dragon Fide Villa, he would still be a piece of trash. Why do you care so much?”
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