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

Chapter 68

Rafe was too afraid to utter a word.

Donald refuted, “How is he supposed to do that when he's injured and hospitalized?”

“What does that have to do with you? Who do you think you are?” Faye shot Donald a disdainful glare. “You're just trash that could barely gather enough money for your medical bills. How dare you talk to me like that?”

Slap!

Donald gave her a hard slap across the face.

Perplexed, Faye yelled at him, “Did you just slap me? How dare you! Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Faye was indeed born into a well-off family, or else Rafe would not have become her family's live-in son-in-law.

Faye's father was in the construction business, and he owned more than a dozen excavators. With an annual income of around five hundred thousand, their family was considered well-off in society.

“Rafe, you coward! Did you see that? Your best friend hit me!” Faye shouted as her chubby cheeks shook from the rage. There was no way for one to see her chin. She was a hundred sixty meters tall, and her weight was around ninety kilograms.

“Faye, that's enough. You shouldn't have insulted Donald in the first place!” Rafe shouted as he could no longer stand it.

Faye was stunned, and she looked at Rafe in disbelief.

Rafe, who had always been submissive and tolerated all of her harsh remarks, was now talking back to her because of Donald.

“Let's get a divorce right now! I've had enough of this!” Faye had gone mad. She grabbed Rafe by the collar, shaking him while yelling at him.

Donald walked over and gave her another smack on the face, causing her to stumble away from Rafe.

Faye fell to the ground. She kicked her legs and cried, “Rafe, let's get a divorce immediately! My family had provided you with everything, including your underwear, so how dare you treat me like this? It's not like you earned any money during our marriage. You did not even give me pocket money.

Rafe shouted angrily, “Faye, that's too much! I've been giving you my monthly salary, and my mom even paid more than two hundred thousand before I moved in to live with your family!”

“I don't care! I still want to get a divorce!” Faye continued to throw a tantrum.

“Fine! Let's get a divorce then!” Rafe could no longer hold back the anger he had been enduring for the past couple of years. “I've had enough of you and your family!”

“Just you wait and see! I'll find someone to deal with you!” Faye threatened after she stood up and pointed at Donald. Then, she ran out of the ward.

Donald sneered and sat by the edge of the bed.

Rafe was a little concerned. “Donald, you should leave now. My father-in-law is a thug.” “It's okay. I can take care of this.” Donald smiled and patted him on the shoulder. After he turned around, Lana noticed the cold glint reflecting in his eyes.

It was ice-cold and without emotion.

She could not help but shiver at that.

Rafe did not respond, and gradually, he fell into a deep sleep.

“Stay here and take care of him. If anyone dares to cause a fuss here, get rid of them. I believe you're capable of doing that,” said Donald.

Lana pursed her lips in disdain. “Hey, hey, do remember that you're working for me and not the other way around.”

Donald said, “Just do as I say if you still want me to work as your bodyguard.”

Lana smiled wryly. “I've never seen an employee threatening their boss like this.”

Donald pretended not to hear that and turned around to walk away.

Meanwhile, Frankie Yates had been living a comfortable life as Zayne's nephew. Being a bachelor in his forties, Zayne spoilt his nephew a lot. Frankie grew up well. He graduated from a university ranked among the top ten globally, and he could speak three languages fluently. After Frankie had returned from studying abroad, Zayne gave him thirty million as his start-up capital. He founded Frankie Realty, which had more than thirty branches in Pollerton and a total of one hundred and twenty branches in the country.

Not only that, but Frankie was also the chairman of the Association of Realtors. His business also included selling olf-plan properties.