The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 931 Donald Campbell

After all, it was Declan's first meeting with Donald, and he couldn't quite figure out the latter's intentions.

Therefore, he found it hard to refuse when Donald said he wanted to invite Amelia, leaving him with no choice but to proceed as requested.

Cloud Forest Hotel was, without a doubt, the finest establishment near Gutsy Fizz Beverage Factory in Feston.

Fridolin and a group of company executives were already seated and waiting in one of the private lounges when the room door swung open.

Upon seeing Donald strut in, the group of men immediately stood up.

“Ah! You must be the representative sent by the head office! It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Campbell. My name's Fridolin Goodwin, and I'm the general manager of Gutsy Fizz Beverage Factory,” Fridolin said as he shook hands with Donald. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

As for the rest of the group, the latter couldn't even be bothered to spare them a glance.

Needless to say, the other executives were somewhat awkward and uncomfortable at being given the cold shoulder.

Most people would've felt repulsed by such an arrogant attitude, but to Fridolin, Donald's stand- offish personality was right up his alley.

Oh, this is perfect! Donald Campbell is clearly one of those status-conscious snobs, and the more snobbish they are, the easier it is to exploit them!

With that, Fridolin smiled at Donald. “You've had quite a journey getting here, Mr. Campbell. It must've been tiring. As such, I've specially arranged a spread of Feston's specialties... I hope it's up to your liking.”

The next second, an employee quickly lifted one of the lids on the table.

Upon closer inspection, Donald realized that what was on the plate was not food but sixty thousand in cash neatly stacked together.

In all honesty, Fridolin was somewhat nervous when the money was revealed.

After all, it was Declan who had observed Donald along the way and concluded that the latter was a snob.

If his deductions were wrong, their bribery attempt would undeniably lead to self-destruction.

For a moment, Donald was silent. “From what I see, operating a beverage factory in Feston must be pretty profitable,” he remarked. “I can't believe your local specialties are wads of cash. What a bedazzling sight.”

Not knowing if Donald was being sarcastic or sincere, the group of men merely laughed awkwardly in response.

“All right. Since this is your local specialty, why don't we all have a taste?” Donald added before scooping out ten thousand in cash for himself.

Having understood Donald's intentions, Fridolin burst into a hearty laugh.

“As I've mentioned, Mr. Campbell, this delicacy was specially prepared for you. It's only right that you have it all to yourself. We wouldn't dare to touch it. Naomi, could you please pack this up for Mr. Campbell?”

By then, it was clear that Naomi wasn't a novice to such a situation.

As soon as Fridolin had given the instruction, she took out a black plastic bag and started stashing the so-called specialties into it. With that done, she thoughtfully packed the bag into Donald's suitcase.

Everyone knew that gifts blinded the eyes, so once Donald pocketed the money, the atmosphere in the private room instantly became a lot more relaxed.

How could they not when Donald had become one of their own?

Just then, the door to the private lounge opened again, and in walked Amelia, dressed in a light blue professional suit.

She only knew that the head office had sent a new inspector, so she wanted to find out who had the cheek to dine at such an expensive hotel upon arrival.

However, when she realized it was Donald, she froze in shock.

“Mr. Campbell...”

Fridolin and the others immediately looked at Donald with puzzled expressions. Oh? Do they know each other well?

Donald laughed heartily as he approached Amelia and gave her a warm hug. “Hello, Amelia, it's been a while. I'm now the head office's special representative, so let's do away with the formalities.”

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Amelia to catch on to Donald's hint.

“Sure, Mr. Campbell.”