The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 509

With Tyrone taking the lead, five prestigious family heirs immediately rose in unison.

On the other hand, many local giants and wealthy businessmen from other provinces all fell silent.

Nobody could see any potential in the Dragon Fide Villa project.

The fact that five prestigious families were against the project only made it seem more difficult for Donald to get what he wanted.

“Don't any of you dare!” The person representing Youngblood Group was a nobody, yet everyone knew better than to underestimate him.

“We, Noah International Group, also disagree with this matter!” voiced Gibbons, stretching lazily. “Whoever dares support the man will be our enemies!”

After that, more and more gazes of pity landed on Donald.

Even though Noah International Group was a squeaky-clean company running a legitimate business, Noah the Parasite was its biggest shareholder.

The drug lord of Golden Triangle had a large group of foreign expert killers on his payroll. On top of that, Noah had many private armed forces abroad.

There was mockery in Donald's eyes as he looked at the crowd, who responded in kind.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene intensified.

Melanie said nothing and simply observed everything in silence.

Her thick, glossy lips broke into a sneer as she gleefully watched things play out.

At that moment, a graceful and glamorous woman waltzed in from the door.

She wore a blue dress that revealed her tender snow-white legs.

Not only did she have the body of a supermodel, but she also had a hairstyle perfect for highlighting her exquisite facial features.

The woman with the face of an angel was Wynter Lowe.

The dress she had on was none other than A Midsummer Night's Dream.

“Ms. Lowe, does Old Mr. Lowe know what you're doing?” questioned Braxton, narrowing his eyes at Wynter.

If Melanie were the woman of every man's dream, Wynter would be the goddess of every man's fantasy.

“Where's your family's mausoleum?” responded Wynter with her head tilted.

Caught off guard, Braxton was stunned before his face hardened. She's mocking me!

Everyone knew that the Freedman clan's centuries-old mausoleum got torn down by a mysterious bigshot because Sebastian offended Wynter.

The woman wanted to remind everyone of their powerlessness against the one who tore down the Freedman clan's mausoleum.

Sebastian stayed silent, but his face was as grim as death.

“Six billion and eight hundred million is still not enough to restart the Dragon Fide Villa project,” stated Tyrone calmly.