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

Chapter 195

Many guests came, all of whom were from the Eight Branches of the Wilson family. Jennifer and Reina were the ones who had the best achievements so far.

However, Reina did not attend because she had little regard for family.

Linda, the host of the event, Linda had put on an expensive gown and heavy makeup. She felt rather proud of herself. Kevin got himself dressed up as well, resembling a dignified and confident man.

His girlfriend, Skylar, basically ignored Jennifer. She did not mention anything about that day.

She stood by Kevin, behaving like a submissive and domesticated little bird.

Around a hundred people sat around nine tables. Each table came with a fancy meal set that cost above five thousand. These were all arranged by Linda.

Although Jennifer had little cash flow, she still gave her parents about thirty thousand a month as allowance to show her love for them.

The members of the Wilson family were all very excited at the gathering. They had an idea of what a mega project worth two billion signified.

First of all, it would mean the development of commercial housing, and maybe even mansions.

Secondly, setting up a logistics distribution center could be anticipated.

Thirdly, there would be subways, state roads, highways, piers, among others!

“Granduncle Christian, you made it!” Jennifer cheerfully greeted an elderly man in his seventies as he walked into Wearing a navy suit, he was practically beaming with pride. He glanced at Jennifer

and nodded. “It's you, Jenny! You've done well. You're certainly catching up with our very own Samuel.”

Jennifer gave an awkward chuckle.

“I'm doing all right...”

Who is Samuel?

Samuel Lewis was Christian Wilson's son-in-law. He had several construction teams, specializing in home renovation. He had recently been subcontracted a home renovation job for five hundred houses in Sapphire Residences, estimated to bring in a profit of fifteen million.

Samuel, who stood behind Christian, pushed his glasses up and said, “I'm doing all right. I'm keeping close contact with Mr. Wallace at the moment. He's given me a business contract for the renovation of five hundred houses. Oh, right. You probably don't know who Mr. Wallace is. I'm talking about Daniel Wallace, who is very favorable to Mr. Zayne Yates.”

“Well, congratulations!” Jennifer said with a generous smile.

She was wearing a long, beige coat paired with a figure-hugging black dress, showing her slim waist and large chest.

Samuel could not help but take a few extra glances.

“Granduncle Christian, please have a seat,” Jennifer said politely.

Humph’.

Christian snorted as he took his seat. He gave Jennifer a grim look and said, “Jenny, it's not my intention to discourage you, but you're a young lady... How could you handle a project worth two

billion? Our Samuel is doing well. He already has several construction teams. You should let him handle half of the project.”

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Jennifer was taken aback.

He's trying to take away half of my business!

Jennifer remained composed and smiled gently. “Granduncle Christian, it's not that I'm not willing, but everything has already been planned out. Currently, nothing needs outsourcing. In fact, what we need is start-up capital...”

“That's illegal fundraising.” Samuel said nonchalantly.

Jennifer was stunned again. Does he have to be so direct ?

Christian went on, “Our Samuel is a successful man. It would be best if you give him the job. He has a net worth of over thirty million. He can definitely complete the project.”

Jennifer's expression turned cold. “I'm not here to talk about this today. I'm here to talk about fundraising. An annual rate of fifteen percent is what I would like to offer. With every ten thousand invested, you will get a dividend of one thousand and five hundred a year.”

“How much are you planning to fundraise?” asked Samuel.

“Two hundred million,” replied Jennifer.

For two hundred million, their yearly interest would be thirty million, which was a considerably lucrative return.

Before Samuel could say anything, his wife, Lily Wilson, spoke. “Bring your bidding documents to my bank for a mortgage.”