The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 834

What the hell? Does she think that I'm her boyfriend?

Nevertheless, Donald had no choice but to fork up five hundred.

Right as the two of them were about to leave, a van stopped right outside the shop.

Five ruffian-looking men in black short-sleeved shirts came down from the vehicle.

The leader, Zaydie Horseraft, took a peek at the paint buckets that Donald was holding and said arrogantly, “Sorry, Sir, but you bought the paint from this shop, didn't you?”

“Uh-huh, and what about it?”

“This shop doesn't have a permit to sell wall paint. Please bring these two buckets back.” Then, Zaydie yelled at Pharrell, “Pharrell Chearne, didn't I tell you not to sell these products anymore? Hurry up and refund these people!”

Pharrell was about to put the money into his wallet when he heard Zaydie's words.

Despite his unwillingness to comply, he had no choice but to return the five hundred to Donald.

Donald did not take it, however, for he noticed that Pharrell did not seem like a scammer who would sell counterfeits for a living.

In contrast, Zaydie's aggressive demeanor made him look like a villain.

When Zaydie saw Donald refusing to take the money, he smiled at him and said, “Sir, if you want to paint, I know a shop that has branded goods and guaranteed quality. I'll take you there later.”

Pharrell scoffed, “Everyone knows that the items in your brother-in-law's shop are all second-rate items. Sir, just take the money, but you don't need to give those buckets back to me. Do use them.”

“No way!” Zaydie interjected. “Without a sales permit, your products cannot be sold in the market. Pharrell, I have been patient with you for a long time. Don't push your luck.”

Pharrell grew furious when he heard that.

“That's enough, Zaydie! How many honest shop owners have you driven away ever since your brother-in-law opened up a shop here? You have been patient? Patient, my foot! I'm not even charging them for these two buckets, but you won't even let me do that? How much of a bully can you be?”

“Mr. Zaydie, are you all right? Mr. Zaydie!”

His henchmen hurried over to him when they saw him getting attacked.

Once Zaydie climbed back to his feet, he glared at Donald.

“Do you have a death wish? How dare you stick your nose into my business?”

Donald stared at him placidly and answered, “I don't want to take the refund, and I'm going to take these two buckets with me. Come at me if you're upset about that.”

What the f*ck? This punk is so arrogant!

“What are you waiting for? Get him!”