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

Chapter 115

Soon after Jennifer left, Donald walked into the ward.

“Donald...” Rafe opened his mouth, attempting to say something.

“I know. Jennifer was here,” Donald said with a calm face. There was no emotion in his eyes.

“She asked you to give her a call,” Rafe said.

Donald smiled, shaking his head. “Let's talk about that some other time. You can finally get discharged from the hospital after a few days. Have you thought of what you're going to do next?”

Rafe shook his head as well. “I have no idea.”

“How about I assign you a new project?” Donald asked.

Rafe froze. “What project?”

“It’s a small project called 'Project Eternity.' The job is not that complicated. Generally, you'll need to negotiate or bid with the business partners who request to collaborate with us. The base salary is ten thousand, and you'll also receive an additional one percent of the revenue for every successful project as commission. What do you think?” Donald asked.

Rafe pondered for a moment. “Okay. Do you have any training materials for that?”

“Yes. I'll send someone to provide you a series of training after this.”

“How big is that project? How much funds does it have?” Rafe asked.

“It's just a small project. I believe that you can handle it well.”

The two chatted for a while before Donald left.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Just then, he received a call from Tyson. “Mr. Campbell, I'm afraid I might need you to come over to Octagon Sect now. Things are getting a little troublesome.”

“Okay. Wait for me.” Donald hung up the call.

Meanwhile, Tyson, Zayne, and Lucas were taking Jasper to Octagon Sect. They planned to execute him in front of every one of the Octagon Sect. In the car, Jasper demanded that he needed to give his mother, grandfather, and uncle a call. Naturally, Zayne was not afraid of that, so he let Jasper do so.

After all, Zayne did not even give a hoot about the member from Octagon Sect.

At that moment, the sky was already dark. All the buildings were brightly lit up, including the base of Octagon Sect.

Octagon Sect had purchased a plot of land on the outskirts of Pollerton. They then built a manor on it that covered an area of more than eight thousand square meters as their base. Moreover, they had established a martial hall, underground boxing arena, and a fighting ring for dogs.

Just then, Zayne was staring at the people in front of him coldly. There was some blood around the corner of his lips.

A tall, muscular man with a beard was standing opposite him. He was wearing white karate attire, and he looked like he was in his forties. Pointing at Zayne, he roared, “Your combat arts are trash compared to Jeradus Karate!”

Zayne remained silent. He clenched his fist and rushed forward to throw a punch at that man's chest.

Nevertheless, that man did not try to dodge. He stood there motionlessly, letting Zayne punch at him.

Boom!

Zayne's fist landed on his chest, creating a loud sound. The man, however, was as sturdy as a mountain. He continued to stand still. The next second, he lifted his left leg to step on Zayne's calf.

Crack!

Zayne's leg broke into an unnatural form. He knelt on the ground as his expression turned ferocious and twisted in pain. A light sheen of perspiration formed on his forehead as he clenched his teeth furiously. The muscular man grabbed his hair and kicked his face with a knee, sending him flying backward.

He was ruthless in his attack.

Zayne flew for around five to six meters before collapsing to the ground. He coughed up blood helplessly, and his face was a bloody mess.

“One of the five most powerful men in Pollerton? You're just a piece of trash!” that muscular man cursed in broken Chanaean.

“Who are you?” Lucas asked coldly.

The man's wife, who was also Jasper's mother, was the president of the Pollerton branch's Karate Association. However, Lucas had never seen that man before. He's definitely not a nameless nobody in Jeradus!

The muscular man turned to look at Lucas with a strange gaze. He seemed to be gloating, as there was a sense of superiority on his face. “Who am I?”

He added, “Someone will tell you about it later.”

As soon as he finished his words, an elder in his combat attire walked out. For every step he took, he left a series of afterimages behind him. Within a second, he raised his hand and hit Tyson's shoulder. Then, he carried Jasper and moved to the side.