The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 91

In an instant, tears welled up in Reina's eyes. “I have always respected you. Is our friendship less valuable than Scarlet Swan Villa?”

“Why do you think I invested ten million in you when I have only seen you once?” Emma began to sound harsh. “Firstly, it's because you're beautiful. Secondly, you know how to earn money. Do you think I'll be grateful for such a short ride in a rickety van? Reina, if you want to continue doing business in Pollerton, you'd better listen to me. As I already stated, I won't allow you to give even one percent of Scarlet Swan Villa's equity to others. As for Donald Campbell, just leave him to die!”

Having said that, she hung up the phone.

Sitting on the chair, Reina closed her eyes again and only opened them after a long time. A hint of determination flashed across her eyes as she looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock at night, and she only had one hour until her appointment with Jasper.

The next moment, she took a stack of documents from the safety deposit box.

It was Scarlet Swan Villa's equity certificate, as well as a pile of qualification certificates.

Taking a deep breath, she switched off the light before walking to the underground car park and driving to Lunar Hotel.

At the same time, Donald was resting in an ordinary commercial house. It was the house that Charles had recently arranged for him. He felt that living in Pollerton Estates was too high-profile, so he usually lived and slept in this ordinary house.

When he was sitting on the couch and scrolling through his tablet, the security door suddenly sprang open.

Furrowing his brows, he glanced at the uninvited guests.

There were more than a dozen men dressed in black. All of them were tall with protruding temples and appeared to be skilled fighters.

As the security door was closed, they turned their attention to Donald, gloating over his situation.

Meanwhile, Donald was still seated on the couch with no expression on his face. Lowering his head, he piped up, “You better pray that you're in the wrong room.”

“You're our target!” exclaimed one of the men in black. Two-thirds of his face was covered. “Would you rather die here or come with us?”

“Didn't the boss say to throw him into the sea?”