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

Chapter 182

Meanwhile, there was a commotion in the luxurious private room 888.

A group of youngsters was boozing in the room. Among them, there was a young man, Hector Zahn, who was twenty-two years old. He was tall, rich, and handsome. All in all, he was the perfect man.

Jiggling his Ferrari car key, he was clad in an Armani suit with an oversized gold watch. He seemed to be bored to the core as he stared blankly at the big screen.

There were six of them in the room, three boys and three girls. Instead of singing, they were gazing at Hector in awe.

“Congratulations to your company, Hector! You're going to be filthy rich,” a girl giggled as she said that.

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With an indifferent expression, Hector merely shook his head. “It's a family business, and my father’s running it. I don't really get involved.” Cassie rolled her eyes at Hector, but she seemed to have a thing for him. “There's no need to be humble. My dad already told me that your family had just won a two-billion bid!”

“What? For real?” another guy blurted out exaggeratingly in an envied tone.

“What kind of bidding could be that big? Is it a subway repairing project?”

“Don't you ever forget about your friends, Hector. Let's all get rich together!”

Hector's classmates all threw him admiring gapes.

With a two-billion large-scale project, one could simply cut corners and easily earn thirty to forty percent of profit, raking a few hundred million in revenue.

A glint of smirk flashed across Hector's eyes, but he still stayed calm as ever. “It's not that big of a deal. My father claimed that after the reclamation, there would be a dozen more projects. And that is what they call a big deal.”

After a brief pause, Hector changed the topic. “Why isn't Ysabel here yet?”

Upon hearing that, Cassie became upset. “Isn't my presence alone enough? You two haven't seen each other for three years, and yet you still have feelings for her?”

Hector laughed and replied, “You're not her, Cassie. She’s irreplaceable.”

Cassie sneered, “But does she even like you?”

Hector responded, “Before she went to West Epea, she had told me that she would give me an answer once she's back. So, today, she’ll let me know the answer.”

He hung his head low as his eyes turned icy-cold.

She better gives me a satisfactory answer. If not, then don't blame me for being cruel.

As they spoke, the room's door was pushed open.

A tall, bald man entered the room.

It was Mark. As soon as he set foot in the room, all of them were terrified as they leaped up right away. They were all staring at Mark with a trace of fear on their faces, except for Hector. He sat in his seat, looking unfazed by the ruckus.

It's Mark, the leader of Blade Alliance! Why is he here in our room?

“Thank you for your care, Mr. Zahn.

Here, this is for you.” Mark handed over a bottle of wine labeled with a bunch of foreign wordings to Hector.

With a stern countenance, Hector took it and uttered, “This bottle of Grand Ennead Manor's limited edition red wine costs two hundred thousand. How generous of you.”

As he spoke, he looked Mark in the eye.

Mark, in return, smiled faintly and explained, “ForTorson International to win a bid from the hands of Lord Campbell, I'm truly amazed. It's my honor to gift you a mere two hundred thousand worth of red wine in exchange for a good impression.”

Hector burst into laughter at that. “All right. I'll accept it.”

“Okay, then. You guys enjoy yourself. This place is mine, so you can do anything you wish. If anybody gives you a problem, tell them my name.” Mark, too, roared with laughter and left the room.

Torson International had just won a bid, and their stock prices skyrocketed straightaway.

Those who were absent at the bidding event were presuming that Torson International must have had a close connection with Lord Campbell to win the bid, thus having high expectations of the former.

As Mark shut the room's door on his way out, Hector's phone rang. “Yes, Dad?”