Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 477

The Tables Have Turned Leonard followed suit and went down on his knees. “Yes, yes, Jennifer wasn’t thinking and acted rashly. It’s all Donald’s fault! Everything will be resolved as long as he’s dead.” The crowd despised what Leonard and Linda did. Why on earth did the seniors kneel before their son-in-law? At the same time, Leonard’s ruthlessness also struck terror into their hearts because he had just reminded Tyrone to murder Donald! Looming over the crowd like a high and lofty king, Tyrone cleared his throat and cast an imposing cold glance at the rest who were mere specks of dust in his eyes.

for Donald. “Why are you still alive? You should go to h*ll, Donald!” Right then, Donald’s eldest uncle, Michael intervened. “Why are you going against Mr. Tyrone, Donald? We’ve come a long way. Why must you bring this upon us?” Gideon and the rest were equally infuriated, so much so that they wished to strike Donald to death. “I’ll settle everything and put this matter to rest.” Donald pulled Jennifer to his side and exchanged glances with Tyrone. The latter broke out laughing. “I heard that Silas searched

was targeted by Silas. Based on that assumption, he presumed that Donald resurfaced because Silas was dead. “Lo and behold, he’s a coward!” The crowd started to give him an odd look. Some disdained him, including Jennifer. Upon calming herself down, a thought suddenly dawned on Jennifer. Although Silas is long gone, my impulsive actions today would make Donald lock horns with Tyrone directly! The scary thing is that Tyrone

you one last chance to change your mind. I won’t lay a finger on Donald if you finish this ceremony with me. Otherwise, I’ll see to it that he won’t leave this place alive.” Just then, footsteps from soldiers marching away in unison were heard from the outside. It was the Campbell Clan’s Army. From the rumble and clatter of armor heard, there were thousands of them besieging the entire place. All of them looked very much like members of the Horizon Group, especially the one leading the troop. He seemed to be in his sixties or seventies with the look of a modern priest in a suit