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

Chapter 1049 Throwing Money At The Doorstep

Donald had been able to lead the people of Quadfield to where they were today because he understood that some tasks should only be entrusted to professionals.

Donald may not be an expert in business, but he knew well enough that coming in without any investment and expecting to get shares was pretty much the same as just showing up to take a slice of the profits.

Even though Donald was wealthy, that didn't mean he can spend recklessly.

Jane took over the conversation with Geraldine about the phone. After a short rest, Donald drove alone to the entrance of a private club in Pollerton.

“Is this the place?”

Donald, who was sitting in the car, asked a question.

A shadow emerged from behind, handing a file over to Donald.

“This is Sole Wolf's contact point in Pollerton. The liaison officer responsible for Pollerton is Aspen. He publicly claims to be the president of the Pollerton Finance Association and has a wide network of contacts. Today is the finance conference in Pollerton, and Aspen is the star of the show.”

According to the intelligence from Shadow, during the days when Raphael was kidnapped by Sole Wolf, a sum of money was transferred out of his account almost every day.

Because Raphael had previously implemented risk control management for his account, the maximum amount he could withdraw from his account each day was just six hundred million.

Once the six hundred million in the account was gone, a new six hundred million would be raised from somewhere by noon the next day.

Although this method of raising funds may seem foolish, it was precisely this approach that gave Raphael time to catch his breath.

If Sole Wolf that kidnapped Raphael wants to take away these six hundred million, they need to ensure that Raphael was alive, so they could use him in iris recognition to withdraw the money.

Today marked the third day since Raphael was kidnapped.

Even though, Raphael was still able to eat and sleep well for now according to Shadow.

There was a good chance that Raphael would be killed by these kidnappers if there was no money left in the account in the next few days.

After all, it was a Class A mercenary organization, so Donald still needed to show them some respect.

After reviewing the information provided by Shadow, Donald headed straight for the private club.

“Excuse me, sir, could you please show me your invitation?”

As soon as Donald reached the entrance, he was stopped by two security guards.

Everyone attending the finance conference here tonight people of importance in Pollerton.

Even so, they knew to dress formally for the banquet, donning either a suit or a tuxedo.

Looking at Donald, it was clear from his casual attire that he was planning to barge in uninvited. It was obvious at a glance that he wasn't an invited guest. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Donald looked inside, and said indifferently, “I heard that all the wealthy people of Pollerton are attending this gathering. So why wasn't I invited? Get your manager out. I want to know if he looks down on me.”

Hearing Donald say this, a sneer formed in the heart of the security guard, Enzo.

“Excuse me, sir, I'm afraid you can't enter today if you don't have an invitation.”

Donald looked at Enzo and asked, “Is that true? I can't go in without an invitation?”

As Donald spoke, he simultaneously opened the bag he was carrying and directly pulled out a stack of money.

He snapped off the rubber band holding the bundle of cash together, then started peeling off the bills one by one, tossing them onto Enzo's face.

“This is my invitation. I want to know if I can enter now?”

The stacks of crisp Anglandurn bills thrown at Enzo's face couldn't cause any physical harm, but it was very insulting.

Enzo spoke in a deep voice to Donald, “Sir, I would appreciate it if you could show a little respect. If you don't leave, we will be forced to take drastic measures.”

“What's the matter? There's not enough money? Are you going to resort to using force on me?”

After finishing his words, Donald directly tossed a bundle of Anglandurn currency into the air.

Bills rained down from the sky, leaving all the passersby around completely dumbstruck.