Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 128

Phillip Parker, who is a branch manager of a bank, leveled a derisive stare at Jennifer, for he knew that Jennifer’s fate was entirely up to him to decide.

He could tell others that Jennifer was an honest woman who did not pocket the card that she found, or he could tell the card oyner that Jennifer had, in fact, stolen the card. Seeing as the woman’s fate was entirely dependent on what he said, Phillip grew audacious.

However, the door was kicked down right then.

“How dare you!” Donald walked into the room with a frigid look on his face. He caught sight of the red handprint forming a stark contrast against Jennifer’s pale face, as well as her swollen wrist.

He was heartbroken at the sight of her.

After all, she was someone whom he treasured. Why does she seem to be suffering after we’re separated?

Then, he leveled a stare at Keith and chided, “Nobody will be able to save you from me today. Not even god himself.”.

Keith was stumped. “Who are you?”

Donald remained impassive. “I am the card owner.”

Keith’s pupils shrunk as he regarded Donald from head to toe. Judging from the way he’s dressed, it sure doesn’t seem like his apparel would cost more than five hundred in total. He doesn’t seem like a rich man either. Hence, Keith let out a sneer and said, “Right. Did you say this card was yours?”

nerves. She lifted her head and was greeted by the

ignored Phillip and turned to look at Jennifer instead, “Which hand did he use

and said,

hand?” Donald furrowed his

a moment and said, “The right

sneer. “Why? Are you going to

was so swift that it only

Then he

hold of Keith’s right arm and

seemed like Donald had only exerted little force, Keith let out a sharp wail as he

onto the ground. All colors

voice did not reach the lobby. However, it

general manager of

the commotion

room. He let out a holler at the

do you think it’s appropriate to let me tend to my matters at such a place? You did not even pour a glass of water for me. Is this how you treat a

his sense of entitlement was written all over his face as he looked down on Marcus Cooper, the general manager who had

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