The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 899

When Wilfred saw the magnitude at which the share prices were skyrocketing, he promptly panicked. A sense of foreboding welled within him.

How much money exactly does Donald have? Even if he had just made a fortune from the Ten Prestigious Families, it'd take some time before he could use it to trade. So, he's utilizing different funds to counterattack the Ten Prestigious Families?

On the other end of the phone, Zavion felt his blood pressure spiking as he watched his family company's share prices spiral rapidly.

“Do you really want to go against me to the bitter end, Donald?” he demanded in a terse voice.

“It looks like you haven't comprehended your current situation. Do you see your share prices? Right now, the Ten Prestigious Families will instantly go bankrupt with just a command from me,” Donald replied coldly.

Zavion was no fool, so he naturally knew that the man was blackmailing them outright. Gritting his teeth, he questioned, “What exactly do you want?”

“My request is simple. This time, the Ten Prestigious Families launched a financial attack on Dragon Fide Corporation. I'm giving them all an hour to show up in front of me, and I'll bankrupt whichever family who is absent when the time’s up.” After saying that, Donald hung up right away. As though discarding a piece of trash, he tossed the phone at Wilfred's feet.

“Didn't you want to make a move against me, Mr. Downey? Bring it on,” Donald said, turning to Wilfred and spreading his arms, inviting the latter to make a move against him without worrying that he would resist.

At the sight of the sky-high value of his family company's share prices, Wilfred no longer dared to do anything to the man. Otherwise, he would only be courting death.

When Wilfred remained motionless, Donald walked up to him. Reaching out, he forcefully patted Wilfred's face thrice. “Ah, the heir of the Downey family is not so impressive after all. I urged you to make a move, yet you didn't even dare do so. Why are you so useless?”

“Donald Campbell!” Wilfred growled lowly like a wild beast with his jaw clenched.

Slap!