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

"D*mn it, what's going on? Who's operating the tower crane up there? Get him down here immediately!"

The thunderous noise not only startled everyone else, but also drew out the project manager, Wilbur.

Seeing the project manager so angry, a group of workers quickly used their walkie-talkies to contact the person operating the tower crane.

Jane also gave Donald a nervous glance.

After all, they had just arrived at the entrance of the construction site, only to encounter such an incident.

Will Mr. Campbell believe it if someone explain this was a coincidence?

"Mr. Campbell, perhaps I should go and talk to him.....”

"What did you say?" Donald glanced at Jane and said, "We came here today just to walk around. Let the professionals handle these matters. We shouldn't overstep our bounds."

"Yes."

Having worked with Donald for so long, Jane knew very well that he was starting to get angry.

They pulled out their work cards to enter the construction site. Then, they found a corner where they wouldn't attract much attention. They wanted to see how Wilbur would handle this unexpected incident.

It was unclear whether the driver had realized his mistakes or any other reasons, when the operator, Floyd, descended from the tower crane, it was clear that his hands and feet felt weak and numb. Wilbur held a walkie-talkie in his left hand, and after scratching his chin with his right, he beckoned to Floyd.

"Hey, come over here."

Floyd was a young man in his early twenties.

His gaze was pure and innocent. He was tall but also thin, just like the rake.

Clearly, Floyd was terrified of Wilbur. So, even when the latter beckoned him, he approached him slowly. He must be really scared.

As Floyd was approaching, less than three meters away from Wilbur, he suddenly launched a kick towards Floyd.

It seemed like Floyd had known all along that he was going to get hit. The moment Wilbur made his move, he swiftly dodged to the side.

Wilbur lacked exercise in his daily life. This kick not only failed to teach Floyd a lesson, but it almost sprained his own waist.

"D*mn it! How dare you run away? Catch him for me!"

The workers around stood still as if they hadn't heard a thing, not moving an inch.

Interestingly, Wilbur's two lackeys ran faster than anyone else.

The two men picked up the steel pipes lying nearby and chased after Floyd from both sides. In just a short while, Floyd, who had been hit several times, was dragged in front of Wilbur. Blood trickled down from Floyd's nostrils.

After being hit, Floyd, who already had small eyes, now had swollen ones. The sight was so pitiful that the other workers couldn't bear to look at him.

Wilbur walked up to Floyd, reached out and patted his face, saying, "Weren't you quite good at dodging? Why aren't you dodging now?"

As Floyd swallowed hard, he choked out, "Mr. Jackle, I... I'm just so hungry. That's why I was distracted earlier."

"Give me another chance. I promise I won't make the same mistake again."

"Next time?" Wilbur sneered, "You really think there will be a next time?"

He forcefully grabbed Floyd's hair, compelling him to face the spot where a large hole had just been smashed open.

"Do you know that the main construction of the building is already finished? The topping-out ceremony has been completed, and all that's left is to apply the ceramic tiles."

"So now you've left me with this huge mess. Do you really think I can get the job done like this?"

"Floyd, do you have any idea how much it would cost to fix such a big hole?"

What Wilbur said was indeed correct, Floyd's actions had indeed caused considerable damage to the company.

It was just that these workers were all too familiar with Wilbur's character.

For others, accidents meant losses.

But for him, accidents were just golden opportunities to make money.