Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 503

The female warrior had not returned.

Poison Spider was not only Braxton’s protector, but she was also his partner in bed.I’ve only told her to get rid of my cousin. Why isn’t she back yet?

Ding! Ding!

His phone vibrated. His sister had sent him a picture of a bloody human head. It belonged to Poison Spider.

Braxton was stunned, as if he was stuck with lightning. His eyes reddened, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

He did not have feelings for Poison Spider, but she was the reason he could keep a foothold in the Irving family and look down on the other heirs.

“Braxton, Nathan was the one who sent her head over. He says she’s offended a terribly important person. She died with just three moves from the person.” His sister, Sierra Irving, had sent him a voice note, which left Braxton stunned. After all, he was the one who sent Poison Spider to kill Donald.

Logically, Poison Spider would not have encountered anyone important. Did Donald get someone to kill her? Impossible. That’s impossible. I’ve looked into every piece of information related to Donald’s background. There’s nothing that stands out.

“Dad is telling you to lie low during these couple of days. A storm has been brewing in Pollerton recently, and there’s no telling how many big shots will go to the city. Poison Spider might’ve accidentally bumped into one and gotten herself killed. Anyway, I’m going over tomorrow,” said Sierra.

fists. “Okay. Got

Rosie go? She can still protect you if she’s around,”

don’t know.” With that, Braxton lay back down on

of emotions stirred within his heart, making him feel

had already lost a Novem Stella Warrior. He had a feeling

at Pollerton International Airport, and

first person was a short and chubby young man. He gave off a noble and captivating air with

the eldest heir in line

Oscar was Sebastian, the person who wanted to take Wynter away forcefully but caused Donald to tear down the Freedman clan’s

only person among the Ten Prestigious Families who knew

Oscar was

Donald knew. He was Ernest, the father of James, the

stared at the brightly lit Pollerton with hatred in his

and was still nowhere to be

Ernest hated “Lord Campbell” and

you must help me kill Donald. It’ll be better if you can kill that

hummed in response