The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 187

Therefore, Ysabel was scared to the core as she regretted her actions.

If she knew that things would turn out that way, she would have avoided coming to this class reunion with Donald.

“You want to leave? Do you really think that you can leave this place unscathed today? I'll eat my hat if you can!” The smile on Mark's face slowly turned sinister. "Donald, where is your air of confidence?”

Before Donald came into Lana's life, the latter trusted Mark fully.

However, things changed after that, and Lana started to distance herself from Mark, infuriating him.

The next moment, Mark reached out with his right hand, wanting to grab Donald's shoulder. He was planning to crush the latter's shoulder girdle.

Donald raised his gaze and glowered at Mark.

The former's gaze was frosty and as sharp as a sword. It was as though he was staring at a person whose death was imminent.

When Mark finally placed his hand on Donald's shoulder, he sensed that something was amiss because he noticed that the latter's shoulder was as hard as steel.

“You're a dead man to me,” Donald announced expressionlessly.

Following that, he threw a punch on Mark’s arm.

With a loud crack, Mark’s right arm broke instantly.

Mark grimaced in pain, and a miserable wail came out of his mouth. He grabbed his injured arm, staring at Donald with undisguised horror.

It didn't take Mark long to understand what had happened.

It seemed that Donald had used all of the strength he could muster in that particular punch. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Send twenty people up here now! I want this idiot dead!” Mark screamed at the walkie-talkie.

Hector, on the hand, remained unfazed when he saw the scene before him and merely sat on the couch. Though Donald's punch did frighten him, he wasn't worried about it.

In his mind, this place was, after all, Mark's turf. Therefore, no matter how strong Donald was, it wouldn't help him much in escaping.

As expected, a little more than ten seconds later, a dozen men in suits barged into the private room and began to shoo away the customers menacingly with one-meter-long machetes in their hands.

“Leave now, people!”

Finally, they all gathered at Room 888.

Mark, who was still experiencing excruciating pain, held his right arm with a pale face and said, “Donald, even if Lana is here today, she won't be able to save you.”

Hector chuckled. “Ysabel, you see. Your cousin-in-law will be killed by these men soon. Do you want him to live?”

Horrified by the scene in front of her, Ysabel paled. When she heard

Hector's question, she subconsciously nodded in response.

Hector patted the seat next to him nonchalantly and said, “If so, take off your clothes and come to me. I will ask Mr. White to let him live.”

Mark chimed in, “If you're sincere, I'll let him go.”

Ysabel’s body jolted when she heard the men's request. Tears started to well in her eyes, and her mind went blank. A moment later, she walked toward Hector slowly.

However, Donald quickly grabbed her when he noticed what she was doing. “What are you thinking?”

With tears still hanging on her eyelashes, she turned to look at Donald with confusion in her eyes.

It was then she noticed Donald had a faint smile on his face and was not terrified by what was happening at the moment.

“These men mean nothing to me.”

Donald spoke indifferently. His tone showed the confidence he had in fighting against these men.

Both Mark and Hector's expression changed drastically when they heard the statement.

Mark had had enough of Donald. “I want everyone to attack him together! Kill the man, but spare the lady! Once Mr. Zahn has done having fun with her, I give her to you all as a reward,” he roared.

After hearing Mark's order, those men made some weird noises and charged at Donald with machetes in their hands.

“Close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you so,” Donald instructed and pulled Ysabel into his arms.

Her cheeks became rosy as she leaned against Donald's chest. She felt peaceful all of a sudden.

Donald glared at the men in suits before him with cold and distant eyes. For him, those men before him were already dead.

After that, he picked up the toothpicks on the table and aimed them at the men in suits.

At this moment, those toothpicks became deadly weapons. As they flew toward the men, they even shone under the light, making them look like a dozen needles flying in the air.