Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 912 Flawlessly Watertight

These were the same exact words Gina had said to Donald and the others just moments ago. Now, however, the tables had turned.

Roman was taken aback by Gina's unwavering determination, willing to risk potential future losses for Dynasty Studios just to drive them out. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He simply couldn't fathom what was going on in Gina's mind.

They're going to lose both profits and dignity. Isn't this a lose-lose situation?

Mario, on the other hand, could tell that Donald was no ordinary person. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible that someone like Teagan would be at Donald's beck and call.

He stood up with a smile and said to Gina, “What are you talking about, Ms. Gina? We only came here with our crew because we heard that there happened to be available space here. Now that you have other plans, we're more than willing to cooperate.”

He then turned to Roman. “Roman, please inform the production assistant to pack up our stuff as soon as possible, and make sure nothing is left behind. Also, remember to clean up before leaving. We don't want to cause Ms. Gina any trouble.”

“Yes, Mr. Cousteau.”

It was no wonder Mario had become a renowned director.

That statement of his was flawlessly watertight, completely transforming his act of throwing his weight

around into a narrative of simply responding to the news of available space here, which led him to bring his team over.

Such a statement not only provided a way out for both parties but also subtly informed Gina that they would cooperate and vacate this venue without any intention of overstaying their welcome.

What was the meaning of the word “honorable?”

This was a textbook example.

Even Donald, who had initially thought he wouldn't mind teaching Mario a harsh lesson if he didn't know his place, couldn't find any fault with what Mario had just said.

Watching his subordinates pack up their things, Mario walked over to Donald and handed him his business card.

“Mr. Campbell, I was in the middle of filming earlier and didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself. Here is my business card. Please do accept it,” he said.

Donald had to admit that Mario was quite sensible, knowing what to do under different circumstances.

Instead of taking Mario's business card himself, Donald had Weston, who was standing by his side, receive it.

“This is director Mr. Weston Tanner. You'll probably be interacting with him quite often in the future. So, you should give your business card to him instead. If there's anything, you can contact him directly.”

Under normal circumstances, Mario would certainly not pay any heed to a D-list celebrity like Weston.

Nevertheless, considering Donald's background, Mario flashed a smile and Weston. “Indeed, there will be many opportunities for us to interact with each other in the future since we're all directors. Mr. Tanner, I hope you'll forgive me and my subordinates for causing you trouble.”

“Oh, it's okay, Mr. Cousteau. It's not a big deal at all.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Weston, Mario left with his crew once the production assistant had finished clearing everything.

“Mr. Campbell, why don't we chat in my office? It feels weird standing here.”

Donald could tell from the look in Teagan's eyes that he had a favor to ask.

“All right, let's head to your office for a chat then.”

Teagan was overjoyed upon receiving Donald's agreement and quickly led the way.

Leaving Weston to continue filming, Donald followed Teagan to his spacious office of over forty square meters.

After Gina made Donald a cup of coffee, Teagan, who was sitting on the couch, rubbed his hands together and asked, “Mr. Campbell, are you familiar with Ashton Brunner?”

Donald raised an eyebrow. “Of course, what about him?”

Ashton Brunner used to be a small-time thug in Pollerton. Donald had met him once before but he wasn't really a significant character.

However, judging from Teagan's expression, it seemed like he had run into some kind of trouble with this Ashton guy.