Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 796

Even though Wallace's departure from the company had been publicized, his company email was still in use.

Morven had even asked for Wallace's company email to make things more convenient.

After a while of searching, Harry found it.

“Send the account details of this email to the company's IT department. Have them recover Wallace's email and find out if they've received the email our company sent.”

“Who do you think you are to do this? This is illegal!”

Donald grinned again. “Mr. Landall, your people in the IT department aren't that capable. That's why I'm asking mine to recover the email for you. How can this possibly be considered illegal? Furthermore, this email concerns the answer as to which of our company has breached the contract, so I think it's necessary for us to give you a helping hand.”

Morven knew that he could not stop Donald anymore.

However, this was still his company's internal email, and the server was in their IT department.

You want to recover the email? I'm going to delete Wallace's account from the server. Let's see how you're going to recover it after that!

With that thought in mind, Morven gave his assistant a look, who instantly understood what Morven meant.

Nevertheless, right as the assistant was about to leave the conference room, a few uniformed police officers appeared by the conference room's doorway and stopped the assistant from leaving.

“We received reports of a fight happening here.”

Morven burst into laughter when he saw the officers.

So what if you can defeat my security guards? Will you dare to fight the police?

“We were the ones who made the report.” Morven pointed at Donald. “Officer, this man here came to our company's conference room to attack one of our employees and our security guards. That's not all, he was even threatening me! Look, this mark on my face is proof of him slapping me!”

Morven was crying when he said those words as if Donald had done something terrible to him.

One of the officers walked over to Morven to look at his face before uttering, “There really are signs of fighting. Well then, all of you will be going to the station together. Take everyone!”

When Morven heard that the police were taking everyone away, he froze.

“Officer, we're the victims here. Do we need to come with you too?”

The officer turned back to him and asked, “Do you have surveillance cameras in this conference room?”

“N-No...”

“Then how will you prove that you're the victim?”

Morven was irked by that. As he jabbed a finger at Andy, who was in a pool of blood, he cried out, “My employee is in this state because of him! What other evidence do you need?”

The officer sneered. “How am I supposed to know if that man was not the first to attack? Maybe the other guy retaliated violently in response. Don't worry. The police won't let any criminals off, and we won't accuse any innocent souls either.”

...

At Eastwind District's police station, Morven and the other directors were waiting in the first waiting room. They felt like animals exhibited in a zoo, seen by the others, but they could not do anything at all.

Meanwhile, the second waiting room opposite their room were Donald, Harry, and the employees of Dragon Fide Corporation.

“Mr. Landall, what do we do now?” his assistant, Roland Dingodale, anxiously asked.

He had wanted to head to the server room to delete Wallace's email account, but the police had abruptly arrived and taken them all away.

Furthermore, the police even confiscated their phones.

Hence, Roland could not inform the staff in the company to remove Wallace's account.

“What else can we do? Let's just be patient and wait.”

Then, Morven somberly continued, “I'm sure my lawyer is already on his way to the precinct after my arrest. As long as my lawyer can bail me out first, Dragon Fide Corporation will still have to fork up the sum for the compensation. Speaking of which, who was the one who called the police?”

Morven thought that their men were the ones who called the police.

After all, Donald behaved like a violent madman in the conference room—no one could stop him.

However, now that Morven had the time to mull over the events, he realized something seemed amiss.

“Mr. Landall, weren't you the one who made the call?” Roland curiously asked.

“Rubbish! I was just worried that the officers can't tell who was the victim. That's why I said that we were the ones who made the report. I didn't think we'll still end up here.”

At that, Roland shuddered. “It... can't have been Donald and his men, right?”

Just as Roland said that, a police officer opened the door to the second waiting room and let Donald's group out.

The second Morven saw Donald's group leaving, he panicked.

Smacking his hand on the glass window fervently, he yelled, “Officer, please come over here! Sir!”

The officer walked over to Morven and impatiently questioned, “Stop hitting the window. Shut it.”

“No, wait. Sir, I'd like to know why they're leaving first. They were the ones who attacked first. We're the victims!”

The officer sneered. “I know. You're the victims, right? So, we're going to interrogate them first to see if they're going to admit to the crime. What's wrong with that?”

Morven was no fool with the number of years he had spent in the corporate world. When he heard the officer's response, he instantly figured out that something was up.

“Aren't interrogations meant to be done one on one? Why are they all out already?”

“Are you saying that I'm doing this wrongly?” The officer smacked the glass, startling Morven. “Get back there and stay still, or I'm going to lock you up for a few days more.”

After saying that, the officer left. No matter how loud Morven shouted, he never once turned around to spare the latter another glance.

Morven fell heavily onto the stool and muttered, “Oh no, we're doomed. It's over.”

Meanwhile, outside the police station, Donald stretched and took a deep breath of the fresh air.

As Harry brought the phone to Donald, he exclaimed, “Mr. Campbell, our IT staff have recovered Wallace's email inbox. We did send the email to Wallace!”

“Very well. Make a copy of it and keep it as evidence. Let's bring Genesis Electromechanical to court.”

Harry bobbed his head.

With the recovered email, Genesis Electromechanical would definitely have to pay the compensation.

After settling Genesis Electromechanical's issue, Donald drove back to the mansion.

The second he stepped into the building, he noticed something different about the house.

Jennifer was wearing a short-sleeved pink floral dress and an apron as she busied away in the kitchen.

When Donald came closer to the dining room, he noticed a few dishes already on the table.

They seemed delectable, but they were not the dishes they usually had for dinner.

The corner of Donald's lips twitched. He then asked, “Darling, are you making all of these for just the two of us?”

“Mhm.” Jennifer brought the last dish to the table. “Mom and Dad went to our relatives' place, and they're not coming back tonight.”

It was then Donald recalled Jennifer telling him that she was going to give him a surprise that night.

However, he felt a little guilty when he saw the dishes.

Who gave these recipes to Jennifer?

“How's the Genesis Electromechanical matter?” Jennifer queried.

“I'm handling it myself, so how can it not be settled by now?”

Donald then took out the cutleries and arranged them on the table.

“Darling, why don't we drink a little tonight?” Jennifer asked with a blush. “I don't think we've had candlelit dinner even though we've been together for such a long time.”

How could Donald not fulfill what Jennifer requested?

“Stay here. I'll get the red wine for us.”

“No, it's fine. I've already prepared that.”

With that, Jennifer took out a bottle of red wine.

There was no label on the bottle, but when Jennifer filled their glasses, its strong scent made Donald's eyes light up.

Herbal liqueur? And it smells strong too.

“Come, Darling, let's do a love shot.”

Before Donald could reject her, Jennifer passed him a glass of wine.

Once he downed the herbal liqueur, the spicy yet sweet alcoholic taste spread in his mouth.

It felt as if Donald had swallowed a burning piece of charcoal.

Warmth was spreading out from his stomach to the tips of his limbs.

Donald enjoyed drinking, and he could hold his alcohol well, but not Jennifer.

When he looked at her again, Jennifer, who had also downed the wine, already had lost focus on her eyes.

“Darling, come and eat,” Jennifer said as she put a spoonful of omelets onto Donald's plate.

Donald could only wryly laugh and force himself to finish it.

“Darling, who's that Geraldine who shopped with you today?”

“Geraldine?” Jennifer pouted and mulled about it. “She's my good friend, Geraldine of the Harper family in New Littbourg. Unlike me, who's been hated by my own family since young, Geraldine is her family's precious daughter. Everything in the family is managed by her.”

“So why did she come and find you this time?”

“Just to hang out.”

Then, realizing what was off about the question, she jealously asked, “Wait a second. Are you interested in Geraldine? I'm warning you now, Donald. If you dare to go after my good friend, I'm not going to let you off easily.”

A bitter laugh escaped Donald's mouth. “What are you thinking about, Darling? How can I possibly do that?” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Good boy! Here is a reward for you.”

Jennifer giggled as she stood up to give him a kiss, but she ended up falling back and falling asleep, sprawled on the table.

“No way, Darling. What happened to the surprise you said you were going to give me? Wake up.”

By then, Donald had already downed a few glasses of herbal liqueur and was starting to feel hot.

He could not believe that Jennifer passed out drunk right at the peak of the moment.

Left without a choice, Donald channeled the War God energy in him to suppress the effects of the liqueur.

He then hunched over to carry her back to the bedroom. Just as he went back downstairs to clean up the table, someone rang the doorbell.

Upon opening the door, Donald realized that the person outside was none other than Jennifer's good friend, Geraldine.

“Why are you here?”

Donald was confused. Even if Jennifer was close to Geraldine, she should not visit her place at this time of the day.