Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Kevinughed out loud upon hearing Donald’s words. "Donald, are you out of your mind? Have the
millions of debt made you crazy? What do you mean there’s a million in here? I’ll believe you if you say
it’s a hundred pieces of old newspaper."
At that point, Jennifer felt a surge of helplessness rising within her. Why is he still acting like a fool?
What’s the point of protecting his ego now? Is this even the Donald Campbell that I know? Then she
nced at Donald and said to Harrison and the others, "It’s time. Let’s go in."
Harrison kicked the bag on the floor and instructed, "Kev, take the bag. I don’t care what’s in the bag
anymore. We’ll just pretend that Donald has cleared his debt."
Subconsciously, Jennifer lifted her head to nce at Harrison, which made thetter excited. "You can
go ahead. I’ll catch up with you after I have a little chat with Donald,"
said Skr. After watching Jennifer leave, Donald’s expression remained unshaken as he spoke to
Skr. "Spit it out."
The disdainful look on Skr’s face intensified. "Donald, just give up on Jennifer. How about you file a
divorce with her tomorrow?"
Upon hearing that, Donald remained unfazed and replied nonchntly, "Why?"
"You don’t deserve Jennifer."
Skr scorned and continued, "Look, you can’t even enter the opera house where Wynter is
performing tonight. On the contrary, look at Harrison, who not only has the right to enter the venue but
has four avable tickets. Jennifer will get the life she deserves if she marries Harrison. But what can
she get when she’s with you? Millions of debt?"
Donald smirked coldly. "Most importantly, it’s because you can get what you want as well. Am I right?"
"Why does it matter? Harrison treats Jennifer, Kevin, and me well. Besides, I already have my own
house and car. You’re too useless as a brother-inw. That’s all I have to say. You better look out for
yourself,"
lectured Skr, flipping her hair before jogging toward Jennifer and the others. Just when Skr
reached the entrance of the opera house, she halted her steps and widened her eyes in disbelief. A
custom-made Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the entrance, and an elderly gentleman in a suit
exited the vehicle while holding a cane. He was a majestic and dignified man in his seventies with a
formidable aura. The elderly man was none other than the richest man in Pollerton – Charles Langford.
Following closely behind the Rolls-Royce was a red Aston Martin with a forty-eight million market value.
Not long after, Lana, who was in a scarlet red gown, got out of the luxurious ride. Skr had only seen
those two people through various media, but never did she expect to encounter them in person. She
was ted as she stared at Lana with admiration. She’s the most powerful businesswoman in
Pollerton, and she’s my idol! "Mr. Langford, please wait."
Suddenly, Lana stopped Charles. Charles turned around and answered, "Oh, it’s you, Ms. Collins.
What’s going on?"
"It’s about the Southwood Emerce District project that you’ve mentioned to me before. What’s your
decision?"
Lana asked. "Southwood Emerce District is five hundred and thirty-thousand square metersrge
and has a thirty billion market value. I’ll have my master discuss it with you personally,"
Charles replied. Lana was stunned momentarily and responded, "All right. Please give me his contact,
then."
Skr’s jaw dropped after she overheard the entire conversation. Goodness gracious! I can’t believe
the wealthiest man in Pollerton has a master above him! I wonder how much richer is his master? Not
only that, but Skr also recalled that Pollerton Opera House belonged to Charles, which also meant
that it was his master’s asset as well. "My master is only twenty-seven years old this year. I hope you’ll
communicate with him frequently, Ms. Collins."
Charles tossed an odd nce at Lana before taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it
to thetter. Lana epted the business card and put it in her purse carefully. He’s so young and rich.
If only I can marry him… Although the distance between Skr and Lana was quite far away, Skr
had incredible eyesight, which allowed her to read the contact number on the name card clearly. After
memorizing the string of numbers, she entered the opera house. Meanwhile, Lana and Charles did not
notice Donald, who was standing far away from the entrance and contemting whether to enter the
building. After a brief consideration, Donald decided to get into the building. However, just when he
reached the entrance, he was stopped by two usherettes. One of them was Yvette Zeller, Donald’s high
school ssmate. "Donald Campbell?"
Yvette furrowed her brows and stared at Donald, recalling the days when rumors about them being a
couple circted. "Please show your ticket."
Quickly, Yvette regained herposure and said calmly as she took a closer look at Donald. Yvette
was a tall and slenderdy. She was dressed in a body-hugging side slit ck dress that entuated
her curvy figure. Ever since Yvette graduated from Pollerton Film Academy, she had been preparing to
start her career in the acting industry. When she learned about Wynter’s visit to the opera house, she
begged her wealthy boyfriend to let her work as an usherette there, hoping someone would notice her
and bring her fame. Yvette knew that everyone who visited the opera house tonight was rich or famous,
and that included tycoons in the entertainment industry. She had a good eye, so she could easily tell
the worth of Donald’s outfit as she sized him down. There’s no brand, and the design is in. ThisThis content is ? N?velDrama.Org.
won’t cost most than two hundred. Looks like you’re not doing so well these days, huh? "I don’t have a
ticket,"
Donald muttered. At that instant, the disdain on Yvette’s face deepened. "I’m sorry, then. You’re not
allowed to enter."
"Get lost."
Donald was in a terrible mood. Yvette’s face fell immediately as she warned Donald, "Mind your
attitude, Donald. Everyone who visits this ce today is esteemed. What makes you think you have the
right to enter? Where did you even get your confidence from?"
Upon hearing her remarks, Donald merely red at her icily with an increasingly sarcastic look on his
face. I’ve only been away from the industry for a few years, but everyone has been trying to ridicule me
lately. "Sir, please refrain from causing any trouble. Yvette’s boyfriend is powerful, and this might be the
last time you can get this close to Yvette. Soon, the only way you can see her is through the big
screens,"
said the other usherette smilingly. Before Donald could respond to that, a short-haired youngdy
hurried out of the opera house. After seeing the youngdy, the usherettes lowered their heads
instantaneously and did not dare to speak anymore. The short-haireddy was Wynter’s manager, who
was also a top manager that was highly capable. At first, the manager simply nced at Yvette and the
other usherette menacingly, causing them to shudder. What’s going on? Is Donald actually a big shot?
He doesn’t look like one, no matter how I look at him! "You’re here?"
greeted the manager with a cheerful grin. "The show is starting soon. Please enter and maintain the
order of the venue."
Yvette let out a sigh of relief and watched Donald’s back as he left, then mumbled in a strange tone,
"Looks like he’s just a security guard who’s here to control the crowd."
As soon as Donald entered the venue, the manager wanted to salute him. He stopped her from doing
so and said, "It’s fine. Where’s my private room?"
"It’s Heavenly Private Room."
Swiftly, the manager led Donald to Heavenly Private Room through the priorityne. There were over
thirty private rooms in Pollerton Opera House, and only the most distinguished people in Pollerton
could be seated in those private rooms. However, the Heavenly Private Room had never been used
even once after it was renovated.
Chapter 10
Kevinughed out loud upon hearing Donald’s words. "Donald, are you out of your mind? Have the
millions of debt made you crazy? What do you mean there’s a million in here? I’ll believe you if you say
it’s a hundred pieces of old newspaper."
At that point, Jennifer felt a surge of helplessness rising within her. Why is he still acting like a fool?
What’s the point of protecting his ego now? Is this even the Donald Campbell that I know? Then she
nced at Donald and said to Harrison and the others, "It’s time. Let’s go in."
Harrison kicked the bag on the floor and instructed, "Kev, take the bag. I don’t care what’s in the bag
anymore. We’ll just pretend that Donald has cleared his debt."
Subconsciously, Jennifer lifted her head to nce at Harrison, which made thetter excited. "You can
go ahead. I’ll catch up with you after I have a little chat with Donald,"
said Skr. After watching Jennifer leave, Donald’s expression remained unshaken as he spoke to
Skr. "Spit it out."
The disdainful look on Skr’s face intensified. "Donald, just give up on Jennifer. How about you file a
divorce with her tomorrow?"
Upon hearing that, Donald remained unfazed and replied nonchntly, "Why?"
"You don’t deserve Jennifer."
Skr scorned and continued, "Look, you can’t even enter the opera house where Wynter is
performing tonight. On the contrary, look at Harrison, who not only has the right to enter the venue but
has four avable tickets. Jennifer will get the life she deserves if she marries Harrison. But what can
she get when she’s with you? Millions of debt?"
Donald smirked coldly. "Most importantly, it’s because you can get what you want as well. Am I right?"
"Why does it matter? Harrison treats Jennifer, Kevin, and me well. Besides, I already have my own
house and car. You’re too useless as a brother-inw. That’s all I have to say. You better look out for
yourself,"
lectured Skr, flipping her hair before jogging toward Jennifer and the others. Just when Skr
reached the entrance of the opera house, she halted her steps and widened her eyes in disbelief. A
custom-made Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the entrance, and an elderly gentleman in a suit
exited the vehicle while holding a cane. He was a majestic and dignified man in his seventies with a
formidable aura. The elderly man was none other than the richest man in Pollerton – Charles Langford.
Following closely behind the Rolls-Royce was a red Aston Martin with a forty-eight million market value.
Not long after, Lana, who was in a scarlet red gown, got out of the luxurious ride. Skr had only seen
those two people through various media, but never did she expect to encounter them in person. She
was ted as she stared at Lana with admiration. She’s the most powerful businesswoman in
Pollerton, and she’s my idol! "Mr. Langford, please wait."
Suddenly, Lana stopped Charles. Charles turned around and answered, "Oh, it’s you, Ms. Collins.
What’s going on?"
"It’s about the Southwood Emerce District project that you’ve mentioned to me before. What’s your
decision?"
Lana asked. "Southwood Emerce District is five hundred and thirty-thousand square metersrge
and has a thirty billion market value. I’ll have my master discuss it with you personally,"
Charles replied. Lana was stunned momentarily and responded, "All right. Please give me his contact,
then."
Skr’s jaw dropped after she overheard the entire conversation. Goodness gracious! I can’t believe
the wealthiest man in Pollerton has a master above him! I wonder how much richer is his master? Not
only that, but Skr also recalled that Pollerton Opera House belonged to Charles, which also meant
that it was his master’s asset as well. "My master is only twenty-seven years old this year. I hope you’ll
communicate with him frequently, Ms. Collins."
Charles tossed an odd nce at Lana before taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it
to thetter. Lana epted the business card and put it in her purse carefully. He’s so young and rich.
If only I can marry him… Although the distance between Skr and Lana was quite far away, Skr
had incredible eyesight, which allowed her to read the contact number on the name card clearly. After
memorizing the string of numbers, she entered the opera house. Meanwhile, Lana and Charles did not
notice Donald, who was standing far away from the entrance and contemting whether to enter the
building. After a brief consideration, Donald decided to get into the building. However, just when he
reached the entrance, he was stopped by two usherettes. One of them was Yvette Zeller, Donald’s high
school ssmate. "Donald Campbell?"
Yvette furrowed her brows and stared at Donald, recalling the days when rumors about them being a
couple circted. "Please show your ticket."
Quickly, Yvette regained herposure and said calmly as she took a closer look at Donald. Yvette
was a tall and slenderdy. She was dressed in a body-hugging side slit ck dress that entuated
her curvy figure. Ever since Yvette graduated from Pollerton Film Academy, she had been preparing to
start her career in the acting industry. When she learned about Wynter’s visit to the opera house, she
begged her wealthy boyfriend to let her work as an usherette there, hoping someone would notice her
and bring her fame. Yvette knew that everyone who visited the opera house tonight was rich or famous,
and that included tycoons in the entertainment industry. She had a good eye, so she could easily tell
the worth of Donald’s outfit as she sized him down. There’s no brand, and the design is in. This
won’t cost most than two hundred. Looks like you’re not doing so well these days, huh? "I don’t have a
ticket,"
Donald muttered. At that instant, the disdain on Yvette’s face deepened. "I’m sorry, then. You’re not
allowed to enter."
"Get lost."
Donald was in a terrible mood. Yvette’s face fell immediately as she warned Donald, "Mind your
attitude, Donald. Everyone who visits this ce today is esteemed. What makes you think you have the
right to enter? Where did you even get your confidence from?"
Upon hearing her remarks, Donald merely red at her icily with an increasingly sarcastic look on his
face. I’ve only been away from the industry for a few years, but everyone has been trying to ridicule me
lately. "Sir, please refrain from causing any trouble. Yvette’s boyfriend is powerful, and this might be the
last time you can get this close to Yvette. Soon, the only way you can see her is through the big
screens,"
said the other usherette smilingly. Before Donald could respond to that, a short-haired youngdy
hurried out of the opera house. After seeing the youngdy, the usherettes lowered their heads
instantaneously and did not dare to speak anymore. The short-haireddy was Wynter’s manager, who
was also a top manager that was highly capable. At first, the manager simply nced at Yvette and the
other usherette menacingly, causing them to shudder. What’s going on? Is Donald actually a big shot?
He doesn’t look like one, no matter how I look at him! "You’re here?"
greeted the manager with a cheerful grin. "The show is starting soon. Please enter and maintain the
order of the venue."
Yvette let out a sigh of relief and watched Donald’s back as he left, then mumbled in a strange tone,
"Looks like he’s just a security guard who’s here to control the crowd."
As soon as Donald entered the venue, the manager wanted to salute him. He stopped her from doing
so and said, "It’s fine. Where’s my private room?"
"It’s Heavenly Private Room."
Swiftly, the manager led Donald to Heavenly Private Room through the priorityne. There were over
thirty private rooms in Pollerton Opera House, and only the most distinguished people in Pollerton
could be seated in those private rooms. However, the Heavenly Private Room had never been used
even once after it was renovated.