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.

clenched his fists. “Okay. Got

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

With that, Braxton lay back down

stirred within his heart, making him feel

had just arrived at Pollerton and had already lost a Novem Stella Warrior. He had a feeling that the next couple of days were going

at Pollerton International Airport, and a group of people

gave off a noble and captivating air with his sunglasses—despite it being nighttime—and a

heir in

Wynter away forcefully but

only person among the Ten Prestigious Families who knew

Oscar was another middle-aged

someone Donald knew. He was Ernest, the father of James, the Miracle Doctor of

lit Pollerton with hatred

son had been taken away and was

Ernest hated “Lord Campbell” and

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

hummed in response without