The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 169

Everyone, including Donald, could not understand why Raymond valued Jennifer so much.

“Aren’t you and Donald already divorced? Why did you still come here today?” Gideon asked.

Before responding, Jennifer darkened her expression a little when she noticed Donald and the exceptional women standing beside him. “We are divorced, but Old Mr. Campbell will always be my grandpa.”

Winston chimed in, “Since you’re divorced, can I pursue you then? Donald is only a security guard—”

Straight away, Jennifer interjected, “I’m sorry. I’m not interested in you.”

Sure enough, Winston’s countenance turned bitter as he felt exceedingly embarrassed.

“Can we have our meal now?” Donald questioned.

Gideon chuckled in response and replied, “We can, but some special guests haven’t arrived yet. Can we wait for a while?”.

He then glanced at his watch after finishing those words.

A few seconds later, a loud voice sounded from outside. “The president of Pollerton Commerce, Sixten, wishes Old Mr. Campbell a happy eightieth birthday! His gift to Old Mr. Campbell is a grandfather clock!”

Immediately afterward, a few burly men in suits entered the house while lifting a two-meter tall grandfather clock.

At that instant, Donald emanated a boundless and terrifying aura. A grandfather clock as Grandpa’s eightieth birthday gift? Is that an implication that his time on Earth is running out?

“Leave it there. I’ll teach you a severe lesson if you dare to step over.” Donald got up and gave that warning. An unceasing murderous intent was brewing in his heart at the moment.

He thought Sixten must have a death wish.

“Put it down.” Sixten stepped forward and stood beside the grandfather clock. He then laughed and patted the clock before proceeding, “The material of this grandfather clock is pure bronze. Its weight is three hundred kilograms. Eight people are required to lift the clock.”

In their culture, carrying a coffin also usually needed eight people.

“It seems like my reminder to you is still not enough” Donald strode toward the grandfather clock emotionlessly.

In response, Sixten giggled. “Come on. Don’t be like that. This clock is not from me.”

After those words, he pointed at an inscription on the grandfather clock.

Tyrone of the Campbell clan. Those were the inscribed words.

“Mr. Tyrone heard that today is Old Mr. Campbell’s eightieth birthday. Therefore, he customized this grandfather clock specifically and transported it to Pollerton. Fortunately, it arrived just in time.” Sixten had a perpetual smile on his face when he spoke.

Meanwhile, Gideon and the others stood up and directed their faces outside with a respectful attitude.

One would think that they were in a sacred location, judging by their action.

As for Raymond, he remained silent and was only staring at Sixten.

Despite suffering a devastating humiliation earlier, Kristina, Winston, and the others at their side had fully recovered. They were currently glancing at Donald and Raymond arrogantly. The meaning of such glances was pretty obvious. So what if Zayne and Reina suppress us? Once the Campbell clan has a grip on Pollerton, we will have a meteoric rise and reappear at the top!

“Donald, Mr. Tyrone called me yesterday and instructed me about something. Do you want to hear it?”

Sixten was still grinning elatedly.

Upon hearing those words, Donald walked over to Sixten slowly.

Seeing that, Raymond shouted at Donald, “Get back here! What are you doing! Have you forgotten what I told you before?”

He had reminded Donald earlier not to kill anyone on that day, no matter what.

As soon as he heard Raymond’s utterance, Donald stopped in his tracks.

Even with the massive grudge, having a bloodbath on Raymond’s eightieth birthday was forbidden as it would bring ominousness.

A while later, Sixten uttered, “Haha. Mr. Tyrone’s words are good news for you guys. Now, I want those willing to follow the Campbell clan to stand before the grandfather clock. We’ll then give this clock to Old Mr. Campbell together as a gift!”

That was an exceedingly cruel way to deal a blow to someone.

“I’ll give everyone a minute.” Sixten then took out a pocket watch and began the countdown.

Unsurprisingly, Gideon and the others were overjoyed.

They had longed to defect to Tyrone’s side a long time ago but did not have the opportunity since the latter was in the prime of his youth.

He was only sixteen years old when he slapped Raymond in the face a few years back