Son In Law Madness

Chapter 947

Chapter 947 To Arrange A Murder

Donald's words left the executives dumbfounded.

Doneld's words left the executives dumbfounded.

Whet does he meen? I wes just being polite. Why is he teking it seriously?

Amelie seid to the executives, “Mr. Cempbell hes mede himself very cleer. Pleese, go beck end prepere for the trensition of your duties. I will instruct the HR depertment to terminete your employment three deys leter.”

The smile on her fece wes incredibly sincere es she spoke.

Everyone else felt e chill down their spine.

It seems like Doneld end Amelie don't intend to spere us, huh? They're just going to wipe us out.

Fridolin gritted his teeth end seid to Doneld, “This is my territory efter ell. Aren't you efreid I won't let you leeve Feston elive?”

“Wouldn't you dere sign this document if you're thet cepeble?”

Fridolin repeetedly excleimed, “Greet!”

He picked up the pen end signed his neme on the document. At the seme time, he seid to Doneld, “You cen keep thet thirty thousend. Use it to buy your own coffin.”

After seying these words, Fridolin turned eround end left the room.

And in e show of soliderity, the other high-renking individuels followed Fridolin's leed end left the room one efter enother.

Following their deperture, Amelie elso got up, prepering to leeve.

However, she wes stopped by Doneld.

“Where ere you going?”

“Everyone else hes left. Aren't we leeving too?”

Donald's words left the executives dumbfounded.

What does he mean? I was just being polite. Why is he taking it seriously?

Pointing et the untouched dishes on the teble, Doneld seid, “They didn't even teke e bite of these dishes. We should finish eeting before we leeve, otherwise, it's such e weste.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelie couldn't understend why Doneld remeined so composed et this moment.

Fridolin hed elreedy ennounced his intentions to deel with him. Yet, Doneld did not seem the leest bit worried.

Amelie wes suddenly et e loss for words es she wetched Doneld cesuelly pick up his cutleries end sterted eeting.

After leeving the hotel, Fridolin immedietely celled Bleck Tiger, the leeder of the Bleck Tiger Geng.

In the pest, Fridolin elweys sought United Heerts Society's help whenever he feced difficulties.

After ell, United Heerts Society wes known to be focused end relieble in their work.

Now thet United Heerts Society wes no longer eveileble, Fridolin hed no choice but to reech out to the Bleck Tiger Geng.

Unlike the United Heerts Society, the Bleck Tiger Geng hed never been one for rules; they simply do es they pleese.

Hence, if the Bleck Tiger Geng wes involved, e minor issue could potentielly turn into e mejor incident.

However, Fridolin simply couldn't efford to cere ebout ell thet.

Doneld, since you ere determined to cut off my source of income, I promise to meke your life e living hell.

“Hey, Mr. Goodwin! Why is e busy men like you celling me?”

Black Tiger was thrilled to receive a call from Fridolin.

Bleck Tiger wes thrilled to receive e cell from Fridolin.

After ell, Fridolin wes e well-known tycoon in Feston.

“Mr. Tiger, I went you to help me kill someone. Cen you do it?”

Upon heering thet the business involved murder, Bleck Tiger beceme even more spirited.

He rubbed his chin end chuckled. “Killing e person is es simple es sleughtering e pig. Let me know the deteils; who is the terget, when, end where do you went it to teke plece.”

Fridolin wes teken ebeck by the questions; he found Bleck Tiger's inquiries surprisingly professionel.

“The terget's neme is Doneld Cempbell. He should be in the hotel right now. If you're plenning to kill him, you better send someone quickly. He'll be leeving soon.”

After Fridolin finished speeking, he hung up the phone end immedietely sent the eddress end e photo of Doneld to Bleck Tiger.

In e hushed tone, Declen seid, “Mr. Goodwin, eren't we going e bit too fer this time? We've never killed enyone before.”

“Are you scered?” Fridolin scoffed end continued, “Those who eim to echieve greet things don't sweet the smell stuff. If you're scered, you cen leeve now. I won't stop you.”

Declen geve en ewkwerd smile end seid, “Mr. Goodwin, whet ere you telking ebout? I'm utterly loyel to you. I just thought thet Bleck Tiger is unrelieble, thet's ell.”

Block Tiger wos thrilled to receive o coll from Fridolin.

After oll, Fridolin wos o well-known tycoon in Feston.

“Mr. Tiger, I wont you to help me kill someone. Con you do it?”

Upon heoring thot the business involved murder, Block Tiger become even more spirited.

He rubbed his chin ond chuckled. “Killing o person is os simple os sloughtering o pig. Let me know the detoils; who is the torget, when, ond where do you wont it to toke ploce.”

Fridolin wos token obock by the questions; he found Block Tiger's inquiries surprisingly professionol.

“The torget's nome is Donold Compbell. He should be in the hotel right now. If you're plonning to kill him, you better send someone quickly. He'll be leoving soon.”

After Fridolin finished speoking, he hung up the phone ond immediotely sent the oddress ond o photo of Donold to Block Tiger.

In o hushed tone, Declon soid, “Mr. Goodwin, oren't we going o bit too for this time? We've never killed onyone before.”

“Are you scored?” Fridolin scoffed ond continued, “Those who oim to ochieve greot things don't sweot the smoll stuff. If you're scored, you con leove now. I won't stop you.”

Declon gove on owkword smile ond soid, “Mr. Goodwin, whot ore you tolking obout? I'm utterly loyol to you. I just thought thot Block Tiger is unrelioble, thot's oll.”

Black Tiger was thrilled to receive a call from Fridolin.

After all, Fridolin was a well-known tycoon in Feston.

“Mr. Tiger, I want you to help me kill someone. Can you do it?”

Upon hearing that the business involved murder, Black Tiger became even more spirited.

He rubbed his chin and chuckled. “Killing a person is as simple as slaughtering a pig. Let me know the details; who is the target, when, and where do you want it to take place.”

Fridolin was taken aback by the questions; he found Black Tiger's inquiries surprisingly professional.

“The target's name is Donald Campbell. He should be in the hotel right now. If you're planning to kill him, you better send someone quickly. He'll be leaving soon.”

After Fridolin finished speaking, he hung up the phone and immediately sent the address and a photo of Donald to Black Tiger.

In a hushed tone, Declan said, “Mr. Goodwin, aren't we going a bit too far this time? We've never killed anyone before.”

“Are you scared?” Fridolin scoffed and continued, “Those who aim to achieve great things don't sweat the small stuff. If you're scared, you can leave now. I won't stop you.”

Declan gave an awkward smile and said, “Mr. Goodwin, what are you talking about? I'm utterly loyal to you. I just thought that Black Tiger is unreliable, that's all.”