Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 935

“Are you sure I can just leave whenever I want?”

“Sure, sure, do whatever you want. I was really wrong, Sir.”

Seeing Gilbert admit defeat, Donald finally let go of his grip on him.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Even Fridolin only realized at that moment that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

If Donald had really crippled Gilbert or even killed him, he would undoubtedly face retaliation from the United Hearts Society.

When things got out of hand, Fridolin would surely have to shell out a hefty sum to settle the matter.

“Mr. Goodwin, today's welcome banquet was quite good. There shouldn't be any issues with me visiting the factory tomorrow, right?”

“Sure, no problem at all. Mr. Campbell, what time do you think you'll be coming?”

Donald said understandingly, “It all depends on what time is convenient for you. After all, we can't let the inspection interfere with production, can we?”

Hearing Donald say that, Fridolin felt a huge weight lift off his heart.

Even though Gilbert had foolishly barged in and bumped into Donald, fortunately, it seemed that Donald did not take out his anger on him because of that.

This could be considered a silver lining in an unfortunate situation.

At the very least, Donald would not have to spend more money to smooth things over on his end.

“Would 11 o'clock tomorrow morning work for you? After the inspection, we can have lunch at exactly 12 o'clock. In the afternoon, we can relax a bit.”

On the surface, it seemed like Fridolin was seeking Donald's opinion, but in reality, he had already made the arrangements.

The inspection would begin at eleven o'clock, and they were to eat by twelve. What does that mean? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

That meant that Donald only had one hour to inspect the entire factory.

What can one possibly discern in just an hour? It's nothing more than a mere formality.

“Alright, then let's make it eleven. We'll meet again at eleven tomorrow morning.”

Donald did not refuse. Instead, he agreed immediately.

Once Donald and Amelia had left, Fridolin then urged Declan to quickly take Gilbert and his men to the hospital.

“Mr. Goodwin, dealing with Campbell is actually quite easy. However, now that he's hit Gilbert, I'm afraid it may be difficult to explain things to the United Hearts Society.”

“What a load of crap!” Fridolin said, unable to contain his anger, “Didn't I make myself clear before? I told Gilbert to wait for my signal before coming in. Why does he barge in like this? Is he going to take responsibility for anything that happens?”

Of course, Declan understood what Fridolin meant, but he was even more aware of what Gilbert was thinking.

For Gilbert, whether he could get more money from Fridolin depended on how much effort he was willing to put in.

If everything went smoothly with Donald and he still did not receive a signal from Fridolin, then this time, Gilbert would at most receive an appearance fee. A few tens of thousands should be enough for the guys to enjoy themselves for a few days.

But if Gilbert could step up and throw out a few tough words to intimidate Donald, regardless of whether this deal went through or not, at least he would have made an effort.

It would be better if he got to fight. That way, he could get even more money from Fridolin.

It must be said that there was nothing wrong with Gilbert's idea.

He was driven by the desire to make money, which was why he broke the agreement and showed up in the private room, ready to intimidate Donald.

However, what he did not expect was that Donald turned out to be such a ruthless person.

This was not just a fight. It was a d*mn life-or-death showdown!

If he had not backed down so quickly just now, he would have definitely been killed by Donald.

“There's no use in saying anything now. No matter what, we must protect Donald. If the United Hearts Society retaliates against him at this time, the next person sent by the headquarters may not be as easy to talk to as him.”

“Understood, Mr. Goodwin. I will head to the hospital now to check on Gilbert's condition.”