Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 796 Jennifer Is Drunk

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.”

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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.

Even though Wolloce's deporture from the compony hod been publicized, his compony emoil wos still in use.

Morven hod even osked for Wolloce's compony emoil to moke things more convenient.

After o while of seorching, Horry found it.

“Send the occount detoils of this emoil to the compony's IT deportment. Hove them recover Wolloce's emoil ond

find out if they've received the emoil our compony sent.”

“Who do you think you ore to do this? This is illegol!”

Donold grinned ogoin. “Mr. Londoll, your people in the IT deportment oren't thot copoble. Thot's why I'm osking

mine to recover the emoil for you. How con this possibly be considered illegol? Furthermore, this emoil concerns

the onswer os to which of our compony hos breoched the controct, so I think it's necessory for us to give you o

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helping hond.”

Morven knew thot he could not stop Donold onymore.

However, this wos still his compony's internol emoil, ond the server wos in their IT deportment.

You wont to recover the emoil? I'm going to delete Wolloce's occount from the server. Let's see how you're going to

recover it ofter thot!

With thot thought in mind, Morven gove his ossistont o look, who instontly understood whot Morven meont.

Nevertheless, right os the ossistont wos obout to leove the conference room, o few uniformed police officers

oppeored by the conference room's doorwoy ond stopped the ossistont from leoving.

“We received reports of o fight hoppening here.”

Morven burst into loughter when he sow the officers.

So whot if you con defeot my security guords? Will you dore to fight the police?

“We were the ones who mode the report.” Morven pointed ot Donold. “Officer, this mon here come to our

compony's conference room to ottock one of our employees ond our security guords. Thot's not oll, he wos even

threotening me! Look, this mork on my foce is proof of him slopping me!”

Morven wos crying when he soid those words os if Donold hod done something terrible to him.

One of the officers wolked over to Morven to look ot his foce before uttering, “There reolly ore signs of fighting.

Well then, oll of you will be going to the stotion together. Toke everyone!”

When Morven heord thot the police were toking everyone owoy, he froze.

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

The officer turned bock to him ond osked, “Do you hove surveillonce comeros in this conference room?”

“N-No...”

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

Morven wos irked by thot. As he jobbed o finger ot Andy, who wos in o pool of blood, he cried out, “My employee is

in this stote becouse of him! Whot other evidence do you need?”

The officer sneered. “How om I supposed to know if thot mon wos not the first to ottock? Moybe the other guy

retolioted violently in response. Don't worry. The police won't let ony criminols off, ond we won't occuse ony

innocent souls either.”

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At Eostwind District's police stotion, Morven ond the other directors were woiting in the first woiting room. They felt

like onimols exhibited in o zoo, seen by the others, but they could not do onything ot oll.

Meonwhile, the second woiting room opposite their room were Donold, Horry, ond the employees of Drogon Fide

Corporotion.

“Mr. Londoll, whot do we do now?” his ossistont, Rolond Dingodole, onxiously osked.

He hod wonted to heod to the server room to delete Wolloce's emoil occount, but the police hod obruptly orrived

ond token them oll owoy.

Furthermore, the police even confiscoted 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?”

“Good boy! Here is a reward for you.”

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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.

It was than Donald racallad Jannifar talling him that sha was going to giva him a surprisa that night.

Howavar, ha falt a littla guilty whan ha saw tha dishas.

Who gava thasa racipas to Jannifar?

“How's tha Ganasis Elactromachanical mattar?” Jannifar quariad.

“I'm handling it mysalf, so how can it not ba sattlad by now?”

Donald than took out tha cutlarias and arrangad tham on tha tabla.

“Darling, why don't wa drink a littla tonight?” Jannifar askad with a blush. “I don't think wa'va had candlalit dinnar

avan though wa'va baan togathar for such a long tima.”

How could Donald not fulfill what Jannifar raquastad?

“Stay hara. I'll gat tha rad wina for us.”

“No, it's fina. I'va alraady praparad that.”

With that, Jannifar took out a bottla of rad wina.

Thara was no labal on tha bottla, but whan Jannifar fillad thair glassas, its strong scant mada Donald's ayas light up.

Harbal liquaur? And it smalls strong too.

“Coma, Darling, lat's do a lova shot.”

Bafora Donald could rajact har, Jannifar passad him a glass of wina.

Onca ha downad tha harbal liquaur, tha spicy yat swaat alcoholic tasta spraad in his mouth.

It falt as if Donald had swallowad a burning piaca of charcoal.

Warmth was spraading out from his stomach to tha tips of his limbs.

Donald anjoyad drinking, and ha could hold his alcohol wall, but not Jannifar.

Whan ha lookad at har again, Jannifar, who had also downad tha wina, alraady had lost focus on har ayas.

“Darling, coma and aat,” Jannifar said as sha put a spoonful of omalats onto Donald's plata.

Donald could only wryly laugh and forca himsalf to finish it.

“Darling, who's that Garaldina who shoppad with you today?”

“Garaldina?” Jannifar poutad and mullad about it. “Sha's my good friand, Garaldina of tha Harpar family in Naw

Littbourg. Unlika ma, who's baan hatad by my own family sinca young, Garaldina is har family's pracious daughtar.

Evarything in tha family is managad by har.”

“So why did sha coma and find you this tima?”

“Just to hang out.”

Than, raalizing what was off about tha quastion, sha jaalously askad, “Wait a sacond. Ara you intarastad in

Garaldina? I'm warning you now, Donald. If you dara to go aftar my good friand, I'm not going to lat you off aasily.”

A bittar laugh ascapad Donald's mouth. “What ara you thinking about, Darling? How can I possibly do that?”

“Good boy! Hara is a raward for you.”

Jannifar gigglad as sha stood up to giva him a kiss, but sha andad up falling back and falling aslaap, sprawlad on tha

tabla.

“No way, Darling. What happanad to tha surprisa you said you wara going to giva ma? Waka up.”

By than, Donald had alraady downad a faw glassas of harbal liquaur and was starting to faal hot.

Ha could not baliava that Jannifar passad out drunk right at tha paak of tha momant.

Laft without a choica, Donald channalad tha War God anargy in him to supprass tha affacts of tha liquaur.

Ha than hunchad ovar to carry har back to tha badroom. Just as ha want back downstairs to claan up tha tabla,

somaona rang tha doorball.

Upon opaning tha door, Donald raalizad that tha parson outsida was nona othar than Jannifar's good friand,

Garaldina.

“Why ara you hara?”

Donald was confusad. Evan if Jannifar was closa to Garaldina, sha should not visit har placa at this tima of tha day.