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

Chapter 204

Donald was speechless at her praise.

The next moment, Beatrice caught up because she was worried about her daughter. Her face darkened when she saw Ysabel hugging Donald's right arm. “Ysabel, please leave. I have something to say to Donald.”

After eyeing her mother fearfully, Ysabel shook her head.

“Go on,” Donald urged her along.

Obediently, Ysabel released her hold on his arm.

Beatrice sighed inwardly. She clearly values Donald over me.

“Let's find a place to chat,” Beatrice said.

Although she was forty years old, she had taken great care of herself physically. She had neat short hair and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses giving her an intelligent charm. Her skin was fair, and her every move exuded elegance and maturity.

“Okay,” said Donald as he nodded.

Then, he returned to Rivebale Hotel and booked a private room.

“Ysabel is only twenty this year.” Beatrice started the conversation.

“I know,” Donald answered.

“You are a divorcee, and you are currently a security guard. On the other hand, Ysabel will have her postgraduate entrance exam soon. Initially, I wanted her to study arts so that she could be a piano teacher in the future. However, she had chosen to be an architectural designer, which is different

from what I envisioned her to be. Her father passed away when she was twelve, and I am the one who raised her to be what she is now. I never remarried because I want Ysabel to grow up in a good

environment.’

Donald stared intently at Beatrice. “Why do you think Ysabel likes to be around me so much? That's because she lacks fatherly love. I’m older than her by seven years. When I first met her, she was seventeen. She was at an age where one's concept about love had just formed. So, I think you don't need to be worried about this. After a few years, her criteria for choosing a partner will change. Also...”

Pausing, a hint of ridicule crept up Donald's face as he continued, “Why do you think I will like her? You don't have the right to question me.” After finishing his sentence, he got up and left, not feeling the need to entertain her any longer. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After Donald left, Beatrice was left stunned for some time. Then, she came to her senses and slammed the table in anger. “How arrogant!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

She slammed the table several times.

“How infuriating! He's just a lowly security guard! I wonder who gave him the confidence?”

I, Beatrice Stern, am a lecturer at Pollerton University! Who gave a mere security guard like you the right to talk to me like this?

However, Donald didn't hear all that. Even if he did hear it, he would have ignored her.

Time flew by quickly. In no time, there were only nine days left before Lilith entered the laboratory.

Noah still did not show himself. He was still in hiding, and even Bradley could not find his whereabouts.

At eight o'clock in the morning, after Donald had finished his breakfast, Bradley came to him. He had dark circles under his eyes; it seemed he had pulled an all-nighter. “Lord

Campbell!”

“What is it?” Donald was washing his hands. He didn't turn around to face Bradley.

“I've intercepted a secret message from Python,” Bradley said as he passed a name list to Donald. On the list, about a hundred names were recorded. Along with the names, their ID card number, home address, and time were included.

“This is the list of the people that Sara has contacted in the recent year. All of these contacted persons may have the flash drive,” Bradley said. “This here is the time they have contacted the little girl.”

Donald skimmed through and noticed that there were a hundred or so people. Their occupations were recorded inside too.

He was shocked to see that Jennifer was included among them.

Including Jennifer, another thirty or so people had been marked red.

“These thirty-plus people who are marked red are the ones that have the highest chance of possessing the flash drive. Hence, I surmise Rupert will take action soon,” Bradley reported. “Do you need me to deploy your personal guards? Or awaken the hundred thousand Viking warriors?”

Donald shook his head. “There's no need for that. I'll be monitoring this personally.”

Bradley immediately bowed. “Yes, Lord Campbell!”

Donald tore the name list into pieces, his face expressionless. Then, he made himself a new cup of coffee. As he drank, he pondered.