The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 353

Noah was expelled from Pollerton after that and went out of the country. Simon, on the other hand, retired early.

Zayne and the rest then emerged and became the new force in Pollerton.

About five to six years ago, Simon returned and was hired to run Grand Myer Hotel, shocking the people at Pollerton.

That gave a new perspective to the crowd about Grand Myer Hotel. The big boss behind the hotel had to be someone with horrifying power to be able to hire Simon—the former Prince of Pollerton—to run the hotel.

“What should we do now?” Beatrice paced around anxiously.

Even though it was not Ysabel and she who did it, it would not have happened if Ysabel did not bring Donald over today.

Now, the entire Stern family would push the responsibility on her and Ysabel for sure!

Beatrice had heard about Simon before. It was because of Simon, who ran Grand Myer Hotel, that the hotel had never encountered any missing valuable items or vandalism throughout the years of its operation.

From the sound of the shattering of the fishbowl to the sound of footsteps ringing out behind the door, it only took thirty seconds.

Over a hundred of security guards in uniform showed up at the door with electric batons in their hands as they looked inside the hall coldly.

One could tell that those security guards were skillful in combat arts, given their well-built physiques.

Right after that, they split themselves and lined up in two rows, making a clear path in between them. The next second, a man in his fifties showed himself.

He was none other than Simon Cook.

Donning a full suit, he looked like a big shot. Despite being in his fifties, he walked in with the support of a cane.

With a frigid expression, he glanced at the fishbowl and the dead Arapaima fish in a pool of blood. An impending storm seemed to intensify within his eyes.

When he noticed at the famous painting hanging on the wall, his pupils contracted instantly.

Then, he turned around slowly and looked in Mason's direction. “You did it. I've checked from the footage of the surveillance cameras earlier.”

Mason's face turned pale instantly, and he shook his head fervently. “No, no. It wasn't me. I didn't do it...”

Simon nodded in response, but he changed the topic abruptly. “However, do you know how much all these are worth?”

As he spoke, he pointed at the famous painting on the wall, the shattered fishbowl, and the dead body of the Arapaima fish.

Adrian replied, “I know it roughly.”

Smiling, Simon shook his head. “No. You don't.”

Startled, Adrian did not know what that statement meant.

Simon continued, “Mr. Tristan Lane got the famous painting from the royal family of West Epea back then. Maybe to you, five or six million is acceptable. However, you won't be able to take it for the price of the fishbowl and the Arapaima fish!” Adrian's heart sank to the bottom at his words. “Please elaborate.”

“The autograph on the fishbowl was personally signed by the one who made it. Back in those days, when Mr. Lane brought the fishbowl from outside the country, he had been on three battlefields and was shot eighteen times. Yet, he had never given up on the fishbowl. As for the fish, it was also brought from the battlefield outside the country by Mr. Lane. So, tell me, aren't they priceless?”

Narrowing his eyes, Simon continued, “I forgot to tell you, Mr. Lane is my superior. He's also the boss of Charles

Langford, the richest man in Pollerton!”