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

Chapter 1095 Reclaim Your Dignity

The reason Donald chose to humiliate them in this way was entirely due to his frustration with their lack of resistance.

In his world, everything in this world was simply divided into right and wrong.

He would persist in doing what was right, no matter what, but he would not turn a blind eye to the wrong things either.

Hence, in Donald's view, he couldn't comprehend why these workers still didn't dare to report Wilbur even though they had already been bullied by Wilbur to this extent.

Now, he was enlightened.

As it turned out, there were things in this world more important than right or wrong, and that was life and survival.

Having understood this, Donald lifted his foot, allowing Jonty to get up from the ground.

He faced the workers and stated, “I'm giving you guys two choices. Either stand with me and let me help you take down Wilbur, or stand with Wilbur, and I'll have him fire you all immediately without paying you a single cent. Decide for yourselves.”

Since these workers valued life over right and wrong, Donald decided to use life and death as a multiple-choice question.

After rising from the ground, Jonty gritted out, “Why must you insist on making us choose? Can't you just let us go?” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was seriously baffled.

Since he can clearly handle Wilbur by himself, he should just go do so.

Why does he have to drag us into this?

Donald stared at Jonty and replied flatly, “Because I have a problem—I can't stand people who lack dignity. Since you guys threw away your dignity on your own, I want you to reclaim it yourselves.”

Hearing his words, everyone was taken aback.

The concept of dignity felt both familiar and foreign to them.

Did we ever have it?

“All right! We're with you all the way!” Jonty was no stranger to trials and tribulations and was well aware that choosing Donald this time was a matter of life or death.

Seeing that Jonty and the others had been enlightened, Donald asked Jane to arrange for people to take away Floyd, whose leg was injured.

He, on the other hand, continued to work alongside Jonty and the rest.

Because the overall progress at Dragon Fide Villa was somewhat behind schedule, almost all of the workers there had to work overtime for three to five hours every evening.

“Do you all get overtime pay for working extra hours?”

Jonty shook his head. “Overtime pay? There's no such thing. We live and eat right here on the construction site. In the words of our foreman, 'If we don't work overtime, what else are we going to do in the evenings?'”

Donald's brows furrowed at Jonty's answer.

“What kind of nonsensical logic is this? You guys can do whatever you want in the evenings besides working overtime. What's wrong with playing on your phone, going to the mall, or even going out to watch a movie?”

Jonty chuckled bitterly. “What phone and mall are you talking about? Our foreman has confiscated all our phones, claiming he's afraid we'll slack off and not focus on our work. As for the mall, that's even more out of the question. We operate under a fully enclosed management system here. Unless there are special circumstances, we can only go out once a week.”

When Wilbur reported to the company, what he was most proud of was his management system.

On other construction sites, most workers would go out shopping, which would sometimes lead to conflicts with others.

But at Wilbur's site, such a thing would absolutely never happen.

At first, the company thought it was because Wilbur was managing well, but now, it was obvious that this had nothing to do with good management but ruthless exploitation.

“Then, do you guys have attendance records for working overtime in the evenings?”

“Yeah. I'm the one who records it.” While speaking, Jonty pulled out a small notebook to show Donald.

This little notebook contained the attendance records of everyone for the past year.

Not only did they have to sign in once when they worked overtime in the evenings, but they also had to go to Jonty to sign out again after finishing work. The records were kept with meticulous details.