The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 72

I already avoided Donald’s district. Why did I have to meet him here?

“Which Donald?” Frankie clarified, “The Donald you know,” Donald sneered.

I’m dead! I’m dead! It’s the same man that Uncle Zayne warned me about!

Frankie immediately fell to his knees and clutched Donald’s thigh. “Mr. Campbell, I’m sorry! I was wrong!”

Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.

What is going on?

Rebecca, especially, was rubbing her eyes, thinking that she was seeing things.

Am I hallucinating? It doesn’t seem like it though!

Zayne’s nephew, Frankie, actually knelt on the ground and apologized, unprompted! He even called Donald Mr. Campbell.

“Are you ready to show me what you’re capable of?” Donald asked with no emotion in his voice as he looked down at Frankie.

Frankie quivered. His face was pale. “No, I don’t dare to. Absolutely not. Mr. Campbell, I’m sorry. I really am sorry! Rafe is your friend, right? I’ll transfer one million, no, two million to him! And I’ll kill Keith for you. Is that all right?”

Hearing that, Stanley looked sick.

Rebecca covered her mouth in shock. She couldn’t help but take a few steps back, her face pale.

What exactly is going on?

Stanley was shaking with fear.

He knew what Frankie was capable of, and the latter’s abilities were something to be feared. Frankie was the one who helped Charles with his dirty work.

What did it mean, then, for Frankie to kneel for Donald?

It showed that Donald was unimaginably powerful. He was able to assert his dominance over Frankie and Zayne.

“Mr. Campbell, I really know that I’m wrong. I’m a stupid dog. If I knew Rafe was your friend, I wouldn’t have dared to touch him,” Frankie said sincerely. Although his face showed nothing but sincerity, his heart was exploding with fear.

People like Donald shouldn’t be in Pollerton, but in Jadeborough! That’s where the big bosses operate.

Donald looked down at Frankie. “Did Zayne tell you to tell me that?”

Frankie hurriedly shook his head. “No, I thought to say that myself.”

“Call Zayne to come over here,” Donald stated.

Frankie looked at Donald pleadingly. Uncle Zayne would come to know about today’s incident sooner or later. But if he finds out later, he’ll be less angry, and I’ll suffer less, right?

Going over then was basically a death sentence.

At the thought, Frankie’s eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Stanley and Rebecca. When this is over, I’ll kill you two!

“You don’t have the right to talk to me directly,” Donald said indifferently.

Just as he said that, Frankie suddenly realized what situation he was in.

Yeah, what right do I have to speak to Donald directly? If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. If I call Uncle Zayne over, would I be showing him respect?

At the thought, Frankie calmed down. He took out his phone. “Uncle Zayne! Help me!”

“What’s wrong?” Zayne’s low voice could be heard from the other side.

“I’ve offended Mr. Campbell,” Frankie said as he sobbed.

Zayne hadn’t registered what Frankie was saying, “Which Mr. Campbell?”

“Mr. Donald Campbell!” Frankie said through gritted teeth.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Finally, Zayne shouted, “You’re dead! Where are you now? I’ll come over immediately!”