The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 922

“I'm sorry, Mr. Campbell. I was wrong to blame you.”

After saying that apologetically, he picked up the dagger on the table, ready to cut off one of his own fingers as a gesture of atonement.

With a flick of his finger, Donald directly knocked the dagger out of Ashton's hand.

He looked at Ashton and said lightly, “A person only has ten fingers. If you cut them all off, how will you serve me in the future?”

How will I serve him in the future? Upon hearing Donald's words, Ashton responded with a serious expression, “Mr. Campbell, rest assured. Whatever you ask me to do in the future, I will do it. I will never have a second thought!”

While Ashton was over there pledging his loyalty, Grady had already sent out a distress message.

Immediately, Grady breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was saved for the night.

Just then, Donald turned his head toward Grady and asked, “So, has the money been transferred?”

Grady said softly, “You're asking for ten million, not a thousand. It's not going to be credited to your account that quickly.”

Donald looked at Grady with a smirk. “Why do I feel like you're speaking with more confidence now? Have you sent out a distress message?”

Grady's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked somewhat unnaturally, “W-What distress message?”

“Do you really think I had Ashton lend you his phone because I wanted your ten million?”

Grady was taken aback, somewhat unsure of Donald's intentions.

“So, what you're saying is, you intended me to call my leader over?”

Donald said nonchalantly, “Why else? Won't it be more convenient if he comes to me instead of me going to him? After all, you guys from Razor Gang are all trash. You're not worthy of making me attend to this matter in person.”

Such arrogance! He's outrageous! Grady had never met anyone as arrogant as Donald.