The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 1058

Curtis looked at the bodyguard in front of him with an arrogant expression and said, “Do you know who I am? My father is the richest man in Juxshire. The money I casually spend on a meal is equivalent to your monthly salary. How dare you stop me?”

The bodyguard named Tito Rivera looked at Curtis expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a fool.

“D*mn, can't you understand human language?”

Just as Curtis was about to slap Tito, his hand had barely risen when two pistols were pointed at Curtis' head.

Curtis swallowed hard, his raised hand hesitating, not daring to swing it.

Tito looked at Curtis and said calmly, “You slap me once, I'll shoot you twice. Sounds fair.”

What's fair about this!

Curtis couldn't help but wonder whether Tito was really listening to him carefully.

Did I not make myself clear, or is this bodyguard hard of hearing? I'm the son of the richest man in Juxshire, would he really dare to shoot?

At this moment, Curtis found himself in a predicament.

I've already raised my hand. It would be somewhat embarrassing not to follow through with the slap.

But looking at his poker-faced reaction, there was a real chance that slapping him might just cost Curtis his own life.

Luckily, Mathias was a competent lackey.

Curtis only brought him here for such a moment—to help him out of such predicaments.

Mathias quickly grabbed Curtis' hand and said, “Mr. Zillon, let it go. Why bother with a security guard? We are people of status. Isn't it beneath us to lay hands on him? What's your employee number and name? I'm going to find your boss and lodge a complaint about you later. Do you understand?”

Tito didn't respond to Mathias, and Mathias didn't dare to continue speaking.

He hurriedly left with Curtis and, like the other tycoons, boarded the ship through the regular passage.

The name of this luxurious cruise ship was Pollerton Black Pearl.

As its name suggested, this luxury cruise ship was painted entirely black. Yet, when it sailed at night, the ship would be brilliantly lit.

After all the effort it took to step out from behind the scenes, what was the point if she couldn't spend more time with Donald?

“I haven't thought of an idea yet.”

No sooner had Donald finished speaking than Curtis and Mathias, holding their wine glasses, intercepted Heather.

“Ms. Jenner, I saw you outside just now. Unfortunately, I couldn't catch up with you as your bodyguards stopped me.”

When Heather saw Curtis, the smile on her face became somewhat unnatural.

Having dealt with these wealthy young men from Pollerton quite often, Heather could tell what Curtis was thinking just by the disgusting look in his eyes.

“Apologies, Mr. Zillon, I have a distinguished guest to accompany tonight, so I'm afraid I won't be able to chat with you much.”

“A distinguished guest? How distinguished? Could they be more distinguished than Curtis of Zillon Group?”

The moment Donald caught sight of Curtis' dumb look, a smirk instantly tugged at the corners of his mouth.