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

Chapter 932 Unauthorized Intrusion

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.

“Hahaha! Good to hear that, Ms. Ellis. I suppose we've gotten to know each other better through this conflict. Allow me to make a toast to you as part of my apology. So long as you can go easy on us in the inspection report, we can remain friends,” Fridolin said.

In the past, the latter had made several toasts to Amelia, but she never once accepted them.

Firstly, there were company rules to follow, and secondly, Amelia didn't think highly of Fridolin.

Now, however, the situation had changed. Amelia accepted the drink without hesitation, much to everyone's surprise.

Fridolin, on the other hand, heaved a sigh of relief.

Well, well, well. That's the kind of effectiveness I like! Donald's words work wonders! He spoke up for me because my bribe worked, which only confirms what Dad used to say—the key to winning every battle in this competitive business world is to build strong connections. I never used to take Dad's words seriously, but now, I can see he found the secret to doing business. Indeed, there's always one thing to conquer another. The relationship between Donald and Amelia is a prime example of that!

“Mr. Goodwin, Gilbert is still waiting in the room beside ours. Should I inform him that everything's settled?” Declan reminded.

It was only then that Fridolin remembered he had arranged for Gilbert Shackleton from United Hearts Society to be on standby as he was worried that Donald might not cooperate.

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. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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?