The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 634

Huey worked in the HR department, so once he received Chester's call, he started checking the list of employees, but he could not find someone named Donald Campbell.

“Are you sure his name is Donald Campbell? There's no one with that name in the company.”

“No one?” Chester froze. “No way. Isn't he from the headquarters? Why don't you go through it again?”

At that, Huey went through the list of transfers again and replied confidently, “I went through it again, and there isn't anyone who has been transferred to your project for the past month. Say, that guy can't be a scammer, right?”

Confidence swelled in Chester's chest once he received Huey's confirmation.

What? How dare that young man lie in my face? And he even shredded that hefty bill!

“Got it, Huey. My phone's about to run out of battery, so I'll end the call first.”

With that, Chester ended the call. Huey was unperturbed by the conversation, knowing that someone was going to be in trouble soon.

Right then, his coworker, Larena York, placed a document on his table.

“Huey, this is the draft for the new year's greetings from the CEO's office. Check it through and upload it on the company website if there aren't any mistakes.”

Huey frowned and muttered, “Shouldn't this be the operations department's work? Why am I doing this again?”

“Their office isn't done yet, so do lend them a helping hand.”

When Huey opened the file, he realized it was the typical new year's greetings.

However, he froze when he saw the signatures.

Jennifer Wilson, CEO. Donald Campbell, vice president.

Huey broke out in a cold sweat immediately.

What was the name of the guy Chester told me about earlier? Was it Donald Campbell?

Instantly, Huey fervently called Chester to find out if the man Chester said he wanted to teach a lesson was really called Donald Campbell.

Initially, Chester wanted to take a swing at Donald's back, but it seemed like the latter was rather aware of his surroundings. Right as Chester came close to him, Donald turned around.

“What are you trying to do?” Donald flatly asked.

“What am I trying to do? I'm trying to do your mom!”

With that, Chester lifted the rod in his hand and brought it down on Donald.

Chester was livid, so he had deliberately picked a rod with nails on it.

Pain would be an understatement for what a person would feel if a rod with nails were to hit them.

No human would not scream in agony when nails stabbed into their skin.

Therefore, Chester was certain that Donald was going to be screwed once he hit him.

To his shock, Donald grabbed the middle of the rod with his left hand.