Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 801

Ryan broke into a cold sweat upon hearing that.

Of course, he wasn't worried about Donald. Is the Harper family insane? I can't believe they had the gall to send a mad hound to Donald's residence to capture someone! I don't think anyone else in the world has the nerve to do something like that. “What would you like me to do, Mr. Campbell?”

Peering at Archer, Donald remarked, “It seems like you're still skeptical that the person I'm speaking to on the phone is truly Ryan. In that case, tell me what it will take for you to believe he's the real deal.”

Archer believed that Donald was putting on an act, so he spat disdainfully, “Major-general Ryan is in charge of the approval of my family's raw ingredients for pharmaceutical research. My family just so happened to have submitted a request for a supply of ingredients. If you can make him deny that request, I'll believe you.”

In response, Donald showed him a thumbs up. This is the first time I've seen someone asking for their family to be sabotaged to confirm someone's identity.

Promptly, he shifted his attention back to the phone. “Did you hear that, Ryan?” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Ryan sneered, “I heard it loud and clear, Mr. Campbell. Don't worry. I'll reject all the Harper family's applications right away.”

After hanging up the phone, Donald turned to Archer. “Give me three minutes.”

“All right. I'll wait for three minutes.” Archer waved his hand, gesturing for his bodyguards to stand down, planted himself on the living room couch, and rested his legs on the coffee table.

As he didn't remove his footwear, the dirt on his leather shoes dropped onto the coffee table, which irked Jennifer.

Donald opted to call Ryan to resolve the issue because he didn't want to cause a scene in his house.

However, Archer didn't grasp that.

Crossing his legs, he stared at Jennifer and arrogantly demanded, “You there. Prepare a cup of coffee for me.”

Coldly, Donald peered at Archer. “Did you think about what consequences will befall you if the person on the phone was really Ryan?”

Archer cackled. “I was willing to spare you three minutes because I love watching the despair and regret on people's faces when their end is close at hand. What's the matter, punk? Do you really think you're an impressive guy?”

Smiling, Donald responded, “Truth be told, I'm quite irritated right now. However, I can't hit you because of my wife and Geraldine. How about this? Later on, if you crawl out of this house like a dog, I'll forgive your stupid behavior from earlier.”

“What did you just say, punk?” Insanity dominated Archer's eyes.

He was always quite the deranged canine and would attack anyone he found annoying.

His patience had been whittled away after Donald provoked him again and again.

Just as Archer was about to give Donald a piece of his mind, his phone rang.

Upon answering the call, he heard the person on the other end question, “Where are you, Archer?”

“Grandpa?” When Archer recognized the voice to be Asher Harper's, he panicked. “I'm at Pollerton.”

“I was asking where you are exactly in Pollerton!” Asher's stern voice spurred Archer to rise almost reflexively.

“I'm at a mansion in Pollerton. I found Geraldine and am ready to bring her home,” the grandson answered.

“Did you offend someone?”

“Eh?” Subconsciously, Archer glanced at Donald.

“What's with that reaction? Earlier, Major General Ryan called me, asking me to prepare my personal apology to Mr. Campbell. Now, tell me who Mr. Campbell is. If I have to ask this Mr. Campbell for forgiveness personally, I can't do it without knowing who he is.”