The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 420

“Hey, Lili, what's going on?” Lana asked, a little thrilled.

Lilith was silent for a long while before she squeezed out, “Donald, he... passed away.”

At that moment, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Lana, and her mind went blank.

Almost immediately, the color drained out of her rosy cheeks as well.

It was catastrophic news to her.

Even her voice began shaking as she said, “You're joking with me, aren't you?”

Lilith replied, “I'm not.”

Thud!

Lana's phone fell to the ground. In the next second, tears rolled down her cheeks as she crouched down and began crying with her face buried between her knees.

“You were so strong! How could you have died? Why?” Lana muttered under her breath.

Kyler knitted his brows at that.

“What's the matter?” he asked, his heart sinking.

He could hear how important the one Lana was talking about was to her.

That made him annoyed.

Right then, Lana jumped to her feet. “I'm going to settle the score with her!”

With that, she rushed to the underground garage and drove her red Aston Martin toward Jennifer's office.

The next to receive the call was Reina.

Reina was having a meal with Arnaldo. Arnaldo had become one of the powerhouses of Terrandya's underworld, and he slowly found time to keep Reina company.

When Reina received a call from Lilith, alarm bells began ringing in her head.

If Donald recovered, he would have come to her himself.

Yet, instead of seeing him in person, she was getting a call from Lilith.

“Let me take a call.” Even Reina's voice was trembling, and she could barely hold her phone in her right hand, which was shaking terribly.

No one knew how much agony she had had to endure.

Suddenly, someone kicked the door

open.

Jennifer was startled, but when she saw that it was Lana, she asked, “Ms. Collins, what's the matter?”

“You were the one who killed Donald! It's you!” Lana jabbed a finger at Jennifer, her eyes red as fury burned in them.

Jennifer's face turned ashen, and her eyes widened. “You...”

Before she could finish her sentence, Lilith called. “Jennifer, I'm calling to tell you that Donald has passed away.”

At that moment, Jennifer felt as if she had been hit in the head by a bat. Her world spun, and she fainted.

Meanwhile, Lilith, who was in the laboratory, had just finished calling everyone. The calls had sapped her of her strength, and she raised her head to stare at the nutrition pod in the surveillance footage in a daze.

The mini artificial sun had been shining on Donald for eight months, but no miracles happened.

Right then, the radar sirens suddenly blared.