The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 932

Fridolin and his team had witnessed Amelia's assertiveness during her recent stint at the factory.

The fact that she was very unyielding had given them a massive headache.

If it weren't for the influence Fridolin and his cronies held in Feston, allowing them to employ tactics to prevent Amelia from leaving, they wouldn't have been able to keep the truth behind the beverage factory under wraps.

However, after seeing Amelia being so respectful toward Donald, Fridolin and the rest were utterly shocked.

“Mr. Campbell, why does Ms. Amelia Ellis show such respect toward you?” Fridolin asked.

Even though it seemed like he was joking, the truth was that he was genuinely curious.

Donald curled his lips into a smile. “Amelia used to work under me at the branch office. I helped to pull some strings, and she eventually got promoted to executive director.”

“Ah, so you're an old hand. That explains a lot...” Fridolin exclaimed as the sudden realization hit him and the others.

Ha... From the looks of it, this old hand's words still carry substantial weight in Feston and the head office, huh? Then again, that's hardly surprising. Since he was the boss, he'd have been privy to his subordinates' skeletons in the closet.

“Mr. Campbell, regarding the inspection of our beverage factory...”

“Isn't it just a small assessment? What's so difficult about it?” Donald replied earnestly. “Amelia, how are you planning to write this inspection report?”

With that, everyone turned to look at Amelia, curious to see if she was still afraid of her old boss.

“I'll do as you say, Mr. Campbell.”

That, of course, almost made Fridolin and his team want to give Donald a thumbs up. Wow... That's amazing! Who knew a simple request from Donald Campbell would be enough to make Amelia yield? If we had known his words were so effective, we wouldn't have needed to go through all the trouble of creating this big fuss.

Of course, the best outcome would be if Donald agreed to work with him. That way, it'd save him the trouble of resorting to force.

However, if Donald refused, Fridolin would gladly deploy Gilbert to teach him a lesson.

Now that an understanding had been reached between the two men, there was no longer a need for Gilbert to make an appearance.

Just as Fridolin was about to instruct Declan to notify Gilbert, the door to the private lounge was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

“Which one of you is Donald Campbell? Stand up,” a man in a floral shirt shouted as he swaggered into the room, flanked by six of his subordinates.

Fridolin's face immediately turned pale.

What? Why has Gilbert barged in here on his own?