The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 60

Yvette was stunned momentarily. She pointed at Donald and cursed angrily, “How insolent! Don't you know where you are?

“You're just a security guard! What right do you have to enter this place?” Irene also scolded, “You're just a lapdog! Scram!”

“That's right. Who gave you the right?”

“Me!” Suddenly, a voice rang out loudly.

Just then, an old man with immaculate hair walked in. He was holding a cane and wore a silver suit.

It was none other than Charles.

His expression was grim.

This bunch of short-sighted women is courting death! How dare they insult Lord Campbell like this? Do they have a death wish? I still want to live even if they don't.

“How dare you!” Charles' eyes swept across his surroundings. Immediately, the artists waiting to be signed were frightened out of their wits.

Charles ran the show in Pollerton for many years. His aura was imposing.

The artists did not dare to say a thing. They were confused and could not wrap their heads around the situation.

The sound of high heels clanking on the ground sounded. Wynter, who was wearing a black gown, walked in with a face full of anger. She bowed to Donald. “Donald, I'm sorry. It's my fault. You can punish me.”

The thirty-two talented artists were all dumbfounded to see this scene and widened their eyes in disbelief. Yvette and Irene, especially, rubbed their eyes, thinking that they were seeing things.

This must be an illusion. Donald is just a security guard! How can a security guard have so much power that even the diva has to bow to him?

“Are you all blind? Mr. Campbell is the chairman!” Charles berated.

Oh my God!

Everyone's jaws dropped, stunned by this shocking news. They were all astounded.