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

Chapter 872 Classmate

“Oh my, isn't this Donald? How unexpected. We haven't seen each other in over ten years, yet you haven't changed much.”

Donald turned around and saw a man in a black suit with a face as fair as a woman's standing behind him.

Six or seven subordinates holding files surrounded that man, creating a scene as if they were desperately clinging to him so he could handle the paperwork at all times.

“Who are you?” Donald asked with a frown.

The corner of that man's lips twitched as he grimaced.

“Donald, you sure are forgetful. How can you not remember me? It's me, Hacon Whetton.”

Hacon Whetton?

Donald racked his brain, finally connecting the image of a bespectacled kid from childhood with that effeminate man before him.

Hacon used to be the class monitor when they were in elementary school.

While good at academics, he spent most of his time with girls and despised boys.

When they were little, an unmanly boy like Hacon was hated by all the boys, not to mention he was fond of tattling.

Once, during gym class, Donald didn't run laps but instead found a spot to rest. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Hacon, who had seen that, insisted on taking Donald to the teacher by taking advantage of his position as the disciplinary committee officer.

Annoyed with Hacon, Donald kicked him right in the groin.

Unexpectedly, that kick ended up bursting one of Hacon's testes.

Hacon, already rather effeminate, lost even more of his masculinity after that incident.

Donald had nearly forgotten about that sissy when out of the blue, the latter showed up before him again. “Oh, Hacon. Hello.”

Donald merely greeted Hacon tersely before turning around to take out his credit card and handing it to the saleswoman. “I'll buy this air-conditioner. You can include the installation fees and charge the amount to the card. Hurry up.”

Hello? I greeted him to show off my present success, yet he ignored me after uttering a simple hello? Hacon gritted his teeth and said, “Donald, I heard you've become the abandoned child of the Campbell clan. It must've been tough on you. What do you do now? A deliveryman? Considering our past relationship as classmates, if you apologize to me, I may consider offering you a job as my subordinate.”

Hacon rambled on, but Donald simply turned around and glared at him, causing his heart to clench and him to shut his mouth instinctively.

However, Hacon soon regained his senses. We're not children anymore. Besides, this place is my turf. Donald wouldn't dare to hit me like before, would he?

Hacon felt the humiliations from his past resurfaced.

“You can't sell this air-conditioner to him.” He spoke firmly to the saleswoman.

Hearing that, the saleswoman immediately returned Donald's credit card to him.

“I'm sorry, Sir. This is our director, Mr. Whetton. If he says I can't sell this air-conditioner, I must comply with his instruction.”

Hannah could tell there was a history between the two men.

She stepped forward and tugged at Donald. “Forget it. Let's visit a different store.”

Hacon sneered, “I manage all the air-conditioners in this mall. Do you think you can buy one just by going to a different store? Donald, I'll repeat what I said. If you apologize to me, I can consider selling you an air-conditioner. I'll even give you a discount.”

Taking in Donald's attire, Hacon knew he wasn't doing well.

He wanted to seize that opportunity to put Donald to shame in that manner and reclaim his lost dignity.