Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 916 Legs Turn To Jelly
Ashton, who was ready to spew out a load of nonsense, hesitated when he noticed how familiar Donald looked.
“Have we met somewhere before?”
A familiar sensation washed over Ashton when he saw Donald sitting calmly at the bar, sipping his drink. His heart slowly sank in
dread.
F*ck. This feeling is becoming more and more familiar, and I don't like it one bit.
“So, you've forgotten about me so quickly, huh, lackey?”
The moment Ashton heard Donald call him a lackey, he shivered. Following that, his legs gave way, and he instantly fell to his
knees.
All of his underlings were completely stunned.
What's going on here?
The scene they had envisioned of their boss teaching this brat a lesson didn't happen. Instead, their boss was the one who
ended up kneeling before the brat.
“M-Mr. Campbell, how come you're here?”
Ashton was shaking uncontrollably.
He was consumed by unfathomable fear, something beyond his control or manipulation.
Donald looked at Ashton and chuckled lightly. “Can't I come to your place?”
“Of course, of course! You're certainly welcome here.” Swallowing hard, Ashton continued, “What I meant was, I didn't know you
were here, otherwise I would have come out to greet you earlier. What are you all standing around for? Greet Mr. Campbell!”
One of his subordinates, Landon, said incredulously, “You're not joking, right? He's here to cause trouble.”

“It's an honor to have Mr. Campbell personally set foot on my turf! Are you going to greet him or not? If not, I'll make you a cripple
right here and now!”
Though unclear about Donald's background and where he came from, Ashton's subordinates dared not go against his orders
upon seeing how serious their boss was. Obediently, they greeted Donald.
Donald narrowed his eyes as he looked at the two speakers on the stage and said, “These two speakers are quite lousy. I don't
like them.”
Upon hearing this, Ashton didn't waste a second hesitating. He promptly grabbed a stool from nearby and started furiously
smashing the speakers.
His subordinates winced as if they were the ones being smashed.
These speakers were originally imported from Epea by Ashton at a hefty price. Each speaker cost him over a hundred thousand.
They couldn't believe Ashton actually destroyed the speakers just because Donald said he didn't like it.
“And that big screen of yours, too. It strains my eyes. I'm too old to handle the glare.”
“All right, Mr. Campbell. Please hold on for a moment.”
Ashton summoned two of his underlings, ordering them to smash the big screen, too.
The other subordinates exchanged glances, all thinking that their boss had gone mad.
This was the first time they saw someone thrashing up their own place.
After smashing the large LED screen into smithereens, Ashton finally returned to Donald's side, panting heavily. With a
sycophantic expression, he rubbed his hands together and asked, “Mr. Campbell, are you satisfied now?”
Donald looked at Ashton and sighed. “Ash, you're making things really difficult for me. Can't you man up a bit so that I can take
action with a clear conscience?”
Ashton once again knelt down with a thud before Donald.

“Mr. Campbell, if there's anything I've done wrong, please let me know straight away so that I can change. I beg you to give me a
chance! I promise I won't let you down.”
Years ago, Ashton had witnessed Donald's cruel methods. He knew things would not end well for him if Donald was serious.
Luckily, he was Donald's lackey back then, and his boss had assigned him to guide Donald and such.
Hence, Ashton was the only person apart from Donald who came out of the bloodbath alive.
The psychological impact and trauma Donald had left on Ashton was simply too profound. As a result, he dared not provoke
Donald, let alone harbor any thoughts of resistance against him.
After some thought, Donald turned to Ashton and said, “You know my rules. I've heard from someone that you're selling
Moneydust. Is this true?”
Upon hearing Donald's question, Ashton couldn't help but shudder.