The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 630

“Are you sure?” Donald looked at Trent, seemingly giving him another chance to take back his words.

However, the latter stared at him with disdain and taunted, “Why? Are you fretting now? If you're scared, you can kneel before me and beg for forgiveness. I might feel better and retract the notice of breach of contract. Who knows?”

Trent was inundated with elation. It took him more than a decade of hard work to climb the corporate ladder and be where he was today. All he ever wanted was to have the upper hand and feel powerful.

Right then, someone kicked the conference room door open, and Samson, who was wearing his suit, rushed in.

The next second, he lifted his hand and slapped Trent across his face.

“M-Mr. Chasselton?” Trent cried, aghast. “Why did you hit me, Mr. Chasselton?”

“Not only will I strike you today, but I also swear I'm going to destroy you!”

As he spoke, Samson landed a kick on Trent's stomach.

The latter did not expect the attack and was sent flying along with his chair.

The other employees tried to appease the situation, but they were all stopped by Samson.

He continued beating Trent to his heart's content for one whole minute. Then, he fixed his tie and suit before walking up to Donald with a smile.

“I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Campbell. I didn't expect things to turn out this way. It's all our fault. We will deal with it seriously and give you a satisfactory answer.”

Mr. Campbell?

Everyone in the conference room turned their heads to look at Donald in shock.

Who exactly is this fellow? Why does Mr. Chasselton address him respectfully as Mr. Campbell?

“This is Bennet McKinsley, whom I've intentionally transferred from headquarters to take over the Atlas Residence project. Mr. Campbell, you can call me anytime should you have any questions about the project in the future. I promise to be right there when you call.”

Wow, the CEO with a net worth of tens of millions is willing to make himself available whenever Donald calls?

Meanwhile, those present in the room who had given Donald a hard time earlier started trembling in fear.

No one else dared to utter a word the moment Samson backed Donald up in public.

All the plans proposed by Amelia were approved on the spot, and work could commence right away.

As Amelia trailed behind Donald on the way out of the conference room, she gazed at his back with a complicated expression.

Donald did not wear any branded clothes from head to toe, and he looked no different from a regular white-collar worker.