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

Chapter 944 An Ominous Premonition

The next morning, Donald and Amelia arrived for the factory inspection. Fridolin, along with the factory's senior management, had been waiting for quite some time.

“Mr. Goodwin, your eyebags are quite prominent. Did you not sleep well last night?” asked Donald.

Hearing Donald's question, Fridolin chuckled and said, “Something big happened in Feston last night, so I indeed didn't get much sleep.”

“Oh? I wonder what big news it is. Why not share it with me?”

Seeing Donald didn't seem to be acting, Fridolin thought for a moment before asking, “Mr. Campbell, did you happen to visit Abyssal Bar last night?”

“I did.”

A jolt went through Fridolin's heart. He actually went there? Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

With a forced smile, Fridolin asked, “Did you go alone? Why were you there?”

Donald exclaimed cheerfully, “You see, I have a simple hobby. Every time I visit a new city, I always make it a point to explore the local bars. Not for anything else, but just to see if there's anything unique or special about them. In the end, when I went to Abyssal Bar, I realized that the bars here aren't that great either, at least not compared to Pollerton. Luckily, I brought Amelia with me last night. Otherwise, it would have been so boring.”

Amelia went with him? Suddenly, Fridolin began to hesitate. If Donald went out to kill people, he could go there alone. Why would he need to bring Amelia along? More importantly, could Donald alone really kill that many members of United Hearts Society alone? “Mr. Campbell, how long did you stay there last night before you left?”

“I can't quite remember. It was probably just a few minutes. Anyway, I left when I stopped having fun, took a little walk with Amelia, and finally returned to the hotel.” What Donald said might not be flawless, but it would certainly take Fridolin a while to notice any inconsistencies.

Fridolin accessed the surveillance footage from the hotel where Donald and his group were staying. Indeed, he saw Donald and his companions gone out late at night yesterday, hence the question.

Still, Fridolin wondered if the destruction of United Hearts Society was Donald's work. if he wanted an investigation to be conducted, it would certainly require time.

“What's the matter, Mr. Goodwin? What exactly happened?” asked Donald.

Fridolin chuckled and said, “United Hearts Society of Feston was wiped out last night. However, this incident doesn't really concern us. Let's proceed with our inspection first.”

Fridolin's words were a two-edged comment. To Donald, it sounded as if Fridolin wanted to sever ties with United Hearts Society.

Donald didn't really mind all that much. Under Fridolin's lead, he took a stroll around the factory.

Just as expected and previously agreed upon, Donald didn't pay much attention to the factory inspection.

He was merely putting on an act. Many workshops were already prepared and waiting for his arrival, yet he never stepped inside.

“Mr. Goodwin, didn't you say lunch was ready? Where are we going to eat? I'm feeling a bit sleepy,” inquired Donald.

Fridolin quickly said, “We've booked a spot at a farm-to-table restaurant, Mr. Campbell. Let's go there for our meal today.”

“All right. Lead the way then.”

Hearing Donald's words, Fridolin quickly had someone bring the car over. Then, Donald and his group headed toward the farm-to-table restaurant.

In the car, Fridolin rubbed his temples. Gritting his teeth, he said, “D*mn, I'm finding it harder and harder to figure out Donald.”

Sitting at the side, Declan hadn't noticed any issues. He cheerfully asked, “Mr. Goodwin, is there a problem with this Mr. Campbell? He seems quite cooperative. I think our inspection report should be fine this time.”

Fridolin said, “It's precisely because everything is going too smoothly that I feel uneasy.” Perhaps the impact United Hearts Society made on me is too significant, which is why I still haven't managed to recover.