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

Chapter 207

The phone suddenly rang.

It was from Lana.

“Hello, Donald. Are you free to accompany me to Paramount Hotel tonight at nine?” Lana's voice sounded just as charming as ever like she had just woken up from a nap. It was pleasant to the ears.

Most people would not be able to keep their composure when they heard her voice.

Donald was planning to go to Paramount Hotel too, so he agreed right away.

“I want to meet with Bryan, the King of Private Equity. He had just bought over the Pollerton Heavy Machinery Industry. The excavators that I ordered are currently stuck at the production line,” Lana explained anxiously.

Donald was taken aback for a while before he narrowed his eyes. “How did Bryan manage to acquire such a large industry?”

“Maybe he had formed a joint operation with Stardew International?” Lana guessed.

“Interesting.” Donald smiled coldly.

The Pollerton Heavy Machinery Industry was in charge of producing and assembling construction machinery. The excavators that they produced made up seventy percent of the shares in three states.

Their market value was more than forty billion.

Be it Reina, Lana, or Jennifer, they had all ordered a large number of excavators from Pollerton Heavy Machinery Industry in order to prepare for the land reclamation project.

At that moment, the number of excavators in stock was definitely unable to support Pollerton’s land reclamation project. Moreover, they had all been acquired by Stardew International which had ties with Pollerton Translations.

If the excavators were not able to be produced within a month, the land reclamation project could not be completed within three months.

“Yes. This guy is really smart. He had cut off everyone's supply in one move! Everyone is paying attention to the bidding and is scrambling to be the third party, but he had thought of buying over Pollerton Heavy

Machinery Industry,” Lana said with slight admiration in her voice.

“What's going on at Shawsby Mountain right now?” Donald asked. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Shawsby Mountain was the barren mountain near the west side of Pollerton. If they wanted to reclaim the land, they would have to collect the materials like dirt and sand from Shawsby Mountain.

Lana's voice lowered as she said, “Shawsby Mountain has been taken by Nigel.”

“Looks like they both have a lot hidden up their sleeves. They know to employ some roundabout tactics and intervene from another side,” Donald replied flatly.

“Therefore, your ex-wife is currently the most anxious and the most helpless one. She doesn't have capital, so she only managed to pay for the excavators' deposit. To make matters worse, even the Shawsby Mountain is acquired,” Lana deduced on the other end of the phone.

“It's Bryan's idea to take down Shawsby Mountain, right?” Donald asked.

“Yes. That man is a business genius. He can instantly pinpoint the most essential factor with just one glance. It's such a shame that he's not a righteous man. All right, please pick me up at nine sharp. Bryan will be very busy tonight.”

A mocking smile crept up Donald's face.

No matter how smart or capable Bryan was, he would never have imagined that such a grand project was established by Donald.

Donald was the actual dominant figure behind Pollerton's land reclamation project.

“Okay. See you then,” Donald replied.

Soon, nighttime arrived.

Paramount Hotel was a luxurious hotel. Located on the second and third floors were multiple top- notch entertainment rooms and lounges.

There were currently thirty-four branches located throughout the country. Its market value was around a few ten billion.

Bryan was the general manager of Daily Yield Group. The shares that he was holding were not much. He was considered one of the smaller shareholders even though his shares were worth a few billion.

The real significant shareholders were the people that had Harvey's support.

Neil was usually not around in Pollerton. Therefore, Harvey was in charge of reinforcing their influence.

When it was eight at night, there were already many luxurious cars parked outside Paramount Hotel's entrance. There were bright neon lights flashing everywhere. The entire area was plunged into a bustling mess, making the town look hostile.

Large cities were always unfriendly and hostile, lacking warmth. It was the same for Pollerton, too.

The car that Lana was driving was an Aston Martin. It cost forty-eight million and was a special, custom-made model. That car was incredibly eye-catching.

However, it did not seem to mean much when she reached the hotel.

That was because there was a Lamborghini Veneno worth two hundred million and a McLaren Pl that cost one million parked right at the entrance.