Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 202

She approached Donald as she talked and reached out her hand in an attempt to tap Donald’s face. “Young man, you still have a long way to go. Don’t be too smug and ruin yourself.”

Donald’s eyes flashed with a cold glint. He grabbed her right arm and slowly exerted force on it.

Yvonne let out a wail from the excruciating pain as she felt her arm almost wringing off.

Donald merely eyed the woman impassively.

If it were not for him not wishing to kill someone in front of Jennifer, Yvonne would have been dead by now.

“Let her go!” Christian bellowed. He reached for a stool and hurled it at Donald.

However, the stool exploded into tiny wooden bits mid-air and scattered all over the floor.

“Jason, come over and clean up the mess,” Donald uttered in an expressionless face.

A middle-aged man rushed into the room right away.

He had arrived at the place much earlier, but he had been hiding outside and dared not enter the room because Yvonne was his mistress, and his favorite one at that.

But… she’s offended Lord Campbell.

Yvonne’s side right away. He tugged at her hair and dragged her to one side to reprimand her, “You bitch! Don’t pull me under

to say, Yvonne

shot a death glare in her direction. He’s looking

as possible. Otherwise, I’m going to kill you!” Jason chided with a

turned around, and gone was the vicious look on his

the entire Wilson

like he was about to kill Yvonne with the livid

completely. He was as courteous and respectful as

even say that Jason was trying to butter

he’s just a security guard,” Yvonne

not expose Donald’s identity. He grew so exasperated that veins popped on his forehead as he bellowed, “So what if he’s a security guard? I really

Yvonne right then and

mistress for about five and six years, and the latter had given her more than ten million over the years. Not only that, but Jason also told Yvonne to give him some time as he promised to marry her and make her

dissipated into thin air right then, and she was left with

her dreams of living in a big mansion

tried to make sense of everything that was going on, especially

started

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It was almost instinctive.