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

Chapter 31

“Very well. You can have the house and everything else. I'll send a representative to go with you and file the necessary papers,” Donald said coldly.

Jennifer bit her lip. “Okay.”

“I used to think that you loved me, but now, it seems I read too much into your feelings for me. How could someone who truly loved me bring up the subject of divorce so lightly?” As Donald spoke, he turned to gaze at Jennifer.

She felt a chill run down her spine when she saw his eyes.

Why does he look like that? There's no trace of emotion in his eyes. His gaze is stone-cold and indifferent.

“I wish you all the best for the future,” Donald uttered before slowly walking away.

Now that I've received a mission from Chiliad Avion, my life will no longer be peaceful. It'll be a life full of dangers and murderous intent. I don't want to drag Jennifer into such a situation

and get her involved in that complicated world. I want her to lead a quiet and peaceful life.

Since she asked for a divorce, it's probably best for me to agree to it.

Jennifer stood rooted to the spot as she stared at Donald, looking as though she had been struck by lightning. Her heart ached, and she wanted to say something. Yet, she did not know what to say.

Donald cast one last long look at Jennifer, then turned and strode toward the door.

Jennifer watched him walk away resolutely without even the slightest hint of reluctance.

Then, she slumped to the floor, feeling as though every ounce of her energy had drained from her body. She gazed in the direction Donald had left and wailed, “Why didn't you try to talk me out of it? You said that I don't love you, but I think you don't love me either!”

“Ah, he's gone at last,” Linda declared with a gleeful smile. However, a troubled expression quickly replaced her smile. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Now that Harrison is dead, how should I find another spendthrift person ?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat as she wondered whether Donald had returned.

She hurried to the door and flung it wide open, only to see a lady dressed in a white, vintage- inspired dress.

The only thought that popped into her mind was that the lady looked like a fairy.

She looked like she had just stepped out of her painting with her white dress, fair skin, long hair cascading down her shoulders, and exquisite features.

Despite the blood trickling down his face, Kevin could not help staring at the lady in stunned silence for a long time, seemingly forgetting all about his excruciating pain.

The lady was breathtakingly beautiful and possessed an otherworldly air.

For someone to wear a dress like hers, that person either had to be very brave or very beautiful.

And the lady fell in the latter category.

Judging from her appearance, she seemed to be around twenty-two or twenty-three years old.

After composing herself, Jennifer asked, “May I know who you're looking for?”

The lady spoke calmly and coolly, “Ms. Wilson, my name is Yuna Lynes. I'll be representing Mr. Campbell in the subsequent process of applying for a divorce.”

When Jennifer heard that, her tears began to flow again.

Linda squeezed into the doorway next to Jennifer and said excitedly, “That's great! Excellent! Let's get it over with immediately.”

“City Hall is still open at this time. I'll wait for you there, Ms. Wilson.” With that, Yuna turned and left without any fuss.

Jennifer heaved a long sigh and lowered her head. “Are you satisfied now, Mom?” “Of course! It's a pity we didn't manage to get our hands on Harrison, but no matter.

With your looks, you should have tons of suitors. And I'm sure they'll be way better than Donald,” Linda responded.

Jennifer merely looked up at Linda without saying a word, then walked out despondently.

As she left, Kevin stumbled over to the door and realized that Yuna was gone. “Where's the beautiful lady?”

Meanwhile, Donald was in low spirits after leaving the house. He went to the rooftop of a building and stood there, gazing down at the cityscape.

He did not notice that Yuna had come to stand behind him until she called out, “Donald.”

“Go ahead. Get it done,” Donald replied without turning around.

Yuna never seemed to smile in front of others. Yet, when she was with Donald, she would beam happily. “All right. Before I headed down the mountain, our mentor told me something.” “What was it?” Donald turned toward her, puzzled.

“She said she didn't get to make you hers, so she told me to do so instead.” Yuna batted her eyelashes at him playfully.

“Well, you can tell her to stop bothering me,” said Donald.

Yuna smiled. “I'll be going then. Are we going to continue protecting Ms. Wilson?”

“Yes.”

“Got it.” As Yuna walked away, the expression on her face became cold and distant again.

Donald let out a sigh.

While he was still feeling downcast, his phone rang. It was Hannah. “Meet me at the lakeside restaurant at five o'clock.”

“Okay,” Donald responded.

Hannah hung up without saying anything else.

Donald pushed off on the balls of his feet, jumping down from the thirty-third floor onto the balcony of an uninhabited residence. Then, he walked away calmly.

If anyone had happened to catch that scene, their eyes would have popped out of their heads.

After all, it was more than a hundred-meter drop from the thirty-third floor.

When he arrived at the lakeside restaurant ten minutes before five o'clock, Yuna sent him a message informing him that she had done as he instructed.

Donald stood in front of the entrance to the restaurant as a sense of emptiness descended upon him.

A mix of emotions bubbled inside him. It felt like reluctance and also relief at the same time.

Suddenly, he heard a cold voice behind him. “My, my. You're quite punctual.”

Turning around, he saw that it was Hannah.