Son-In-Law Madness

The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 326

Chapter 326 Jennifer Faces Challenges

Sylvia continued, “Jennifer, if you obey me, the Wilson family will still have your back. Or else, I’ll take back everything you have tonight, including Jennard Construction. How will you be able to compete with the entire Wilson family? Do you really think Tyrone Campbell would entertain you?”

With a sharp glint in her eyes, Sylvia’s aura was undeniably domineering.

Not daring to speak up, Kevin and the rest of them shrank into the corner of the room, leaving Jennifer to face the challenge on her own.

Skylar and Yohan, similarly, were too afraid to say a word.

While they would never get involved in difficult matters which could cause them headaches, they wouldn’t waste a single opportunity to gain some benefits.

As blood-sucking vampires, their only aim was to guzzle Jennifer’s fortune.

Nobody cared about her feelings.

With tears welling in her eyes, Jennifer bit her lips and remained silent for a while. “I’ll call General Felton,” she mumbled and dialed Kingsley’s number.

To her disappointment, Kingsley’s answer had her heart dropped to her stomach. “Anyone can sign the contract, but the construction must start in two days.”

He proceeded to hang up the phone as soon as he finished the sentence.

“So?” Sylvia burst out into laughter.

“Come on. Give me the business license of Jennard Construction,” she demanded.

“No way,” responded Jennifer coldly. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sylvia shook her head faintly, whereas Jonathan made a call right away. “How’s it going?” he asked.

A voice transmitted from the other side through the phone. “I’ve reported it missing at the department of regulation. A new business license for Jennard Construction will be printed for me in ten minutes.”

Upon hearing that, Jennifer trembled with rage.

She did not expect the Wilson family to be so shameless—employing dirty means in order to get the construction project for Lord Campbell Avenue.

“Stop squealing, Jennifer. After we’ve signed the contract tomorrow, I’m taking back this apartment,” declared Nigel gravely.

Astonished, Leonard and Linda instantly lost their color.

They had already gotten used to living in that luxurious penthouse apartment with a lakeside view.

Thus, they’d surely struggle to adjust if they were forced back into the old, dilapidated neighborhood.

Paying no heed to their bewilderment, Nigel added, “Not only that, you’ll transfer the six hundred million that you earned from the land reclamation project to the Wilson family. In exchange, we’ve planned to reward you with one million as thanks. It’ll also be your salary for the past few months.”

Upon hearing his words, Linda burst into tears and dropped to the floor, rolling and screaming, “This is too much! I’m suing you. My daughter’s dedicated herself to work for the Wilson family, yet you want to kick her aside now. No! This is unacceptable!”

Sylvia, however, merely swept a frosty glance over Linda. She promptly rose from the couch and left, leaving Jennifer and her family to stare at each other with stupefaction.

Kevin and Skylar were especially pale after witnessing the ordeal.

“No! No! I’ve ordered a Maserati. I’ve to make the payment two days later!” cried Skylar.

Kevin also winced in accordance. “Yes… If we don’t settle the payment by then, Mr. Crow will definitely not let us off!”

Jennifer, however, simply glared at them indifferently.

“Jennifer, can you think of a way to get two million for me? Skye has driven the Maserati for ten-odd days. We can’t return the car now. We bought it from Mr. Crow, the fiercest thug working under Mr. Lynch, and we’ve promised to make the payment tomorrow,” begged Kevin reluctantly.

Jennifer’s eyes dazed at his plea. “Do you think I have any money left? Once the payment of the contraction is made to me, the Wilson family won’t have any problem transferring it away from my card.”

Consequently, Kevin lost all his strength and slumped onto the ground. “Then… how should I deal with Mr. Crow?”

With her head hung low, Skylar’s eyes flickered non-stop before she finally fished out her phone and texted the mysterious rich man that she hadn’t contacted in a while: Mr. Moneybags, can you help me once more? I urgently need two million. If you’re willing to help me, I’ll meet you now. You can do whatever you like to me.