The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 869

“Of course not!”

“So, it's because she's not pretty enough?”

Alistair fell silent.

He realized that conversing with a rogue like Donald was like being stuck in quicksand—the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Unable to bear it any longer, Monica interrupted Donald in an icy tone, “Forget about whether Ali has romanced other girls. At least he's a graduate of a reputable university. What about you? Are you the owner of a successful business? How dare you approach Hanny?”

Donald immediately answered in a respectful tone, “My dear mother-in-law, I used to work as a security guard for a company, but since my darling Hannah is earning so much money, I've chosen to manage the household and stay informed about world affairs.”

“So, you're basically jobless?” Monica knew Donald was shameless, but she had never expected that his shamelessness knew no bounds.

He's leeching off Hannah, and yet he has the audacity to speak in such a righteous manner?

Monica had had enough. Slamming her hand on the table, she roared at Hannah, “There's no way I'm letting the two of you be together! Hannah Nixon, I order you to return home immediately! No more living alone outside!”

Donald had been waiting for Monica to say this.

He turned to Hannah and said, “Darling, your mother thinks we are not right for each other. Maybe we should call it quits. After all, it's really difficult to carry on without your mother's blessing. Let's not force things and part ways here.”

Monica had expected Donald to put up a struggle, argue with her, or display some reluctance to leave Hannah.

Yet, Donald was so decisive.

Have I finally mastered the art of arguing to the point where I could shatter the arrogance of a man like him?

Just as Monica was bewildered by the sudden turn of events, Hannah reached out and grabbed Donald, preventing him from leaving.

She's really one ruthless woman, huh? Not giving up even when I've already made myself pretty clear.

At her wit's end, Monica pointed at her daughter and demanded, “Hannah, what exactly are you up to? Explain yourself today!”

Matching Monica's energy, Hannah retorted, “Mom, I told you you've got poor judgment. It's obvious that the man you're trying to set me up with only has eyes for books. We're simply not compatible. I really like Donald, and I've decided to spend my life with him.”

“How dare you defy your parents? As a daughter of the Nixon family, do you think you have a choice in this?” Monica was on the verge of losing her mind.

If not for the presence of Alistair, who was an outsider, she would have already slapped her daughter across her face.

“Since you're adamant about me following the family's orders, why don't you call home and ask for their opinions?” Hannah asked.

Monica didn't understand Hannah's cryptic suggestion, but she took out her phone and called home.