The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 60

Yvette was stunned momentarily. She pointed at Donald and cursed angrily, “How insolent! Don't you know where you are?

“You're just a security guard! What right do you have to enter this place?” Irene also scolded, “You're just a lapdog! Scram!”

“That's right. Who gave you the right?”

“Me!” Suddenly, a voice rang out loudly.

Just then, an old man with immaculate hair walked in. He was holding a cane and wore a silver suit.

It was none other than Charles.

His expression was grim.

This bunch of short-sighted women is courting death! How dare they insult Lord Campbell like this? Do they have a death wish? I still want to live even if they don't.

“How dare you!” Charles' eyes swept across his surroundings. Immediately, the artists waiting to be signed were frightened out of their wits.

Charles ran the show in Pollerton for many years. His aura was imposing.

The artists did not dare to say a thing. They were confused and could not wrap their heads around the situation.

The sound of high heels clanking on the ground sounded. Wynter, who was wearing a black gown, walked in with a face full of anger. She bowed to Donald. “Donald, I'm sorry. It's my fault. You can punish me.”

The thirty-two talented artists were all dumbfounded to see this scene and widened their eyes in disbelief. Yvette and Irene, especially, rubbed their eyes, thinking that they were seeing things.

This must be an illusion. Donald is just a security guard! How can a security guard have so much power that even the diva has to bow to him?

“Are you all blind? Mr. Campbell is the chairman!” Charles berated.

Oh my God!

Everyone's jaws dropped, stunned by this shocking news. They were all astounded.

All of their dreams were ruined in an instant.

“No, Mr. Campbell. Please! I was wrong!” A female artist kneeled on the ground. Her face was covered with tears.

Irene and Yvette could not even react. They were stunned by Donald's true identity.

After hearing the news of them being blacklisted, they felt their vision turn dark as they knew that their future was bleak.

Yvette ran over and kneeled down as she grabbed onto Donald's leg. “Donald, can you give me another chance? I really didn't know about your identity.”

Irene ran over crying as well. “Me too. I didn't mean it! You shouldn't blame me for this! I'm really sorry.”

“Queen Lowe, it would give off a bad impression if you call off the signing ceremony with thirty-one artists in one shot. It might even affect the company's shares,” one of the artists said calmly.

Wynter said, “It's okay. I can handle it.”