Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 34

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 34

Hannah glimpsed a glimmer of sorrow flashing across Jennifer’s eyes. The latter was also red-rimmed as though having wept earlier. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Conversely, Donald’s face was devoid of expression.

“Let’s go.” Hannah took Donald’s right arm.

When Jennifer saw that, her expression stiffened, and she shivered slightly. In the next moment, however, she reverted to normal.

“Don’t go, Hanny. I’ve just arrived, yet you’re leaving. T-That’s..” The man was so frantic that he stammered.

“Is there any relationship between us, Quintus?” Hannah snapped.

The moment Quintus Wilson saw that she was holding Donald’s arm, his eyes blazed with fury. “So, he’s your man?”

“Yes, he’s my man!” Hannah lifted her head.

Jennifer’s expression darkened at the sight of Hannah holding onto Donald’s arm. She bit her lip but said nothing in the end.

We’ve just gotten divorced, but you’re already so eager to date her?

At that thought, her eyes turned red, and grief swamped her.

Quintus’ eyes narrowed as he stared at Donald’s arm, where Hannah was hugging. “Where did this scum come from?”

“Repeat that if you dare.” Donald remained expressionless.

At once, a shiver ran down Hannah’s spine as she sensed the man’s wrath.

Oh, shoot! Who else can stop Lord Campbell when he goes off the deep end other than a few people from Chiliad Avion?

“Ah, what an arrogant man!” Quintus didn’t panic in the least. Instead, he stared intently at Donald before flashing Jennifer a smile. “Jennifer, watch how I’m going to crush him.”

in Tayhaven. If Donald gets into a conflict with him, Donald will undoubtedly end up on the losing end! “He… is my ex-husband,” Jennifer admitted softly. As soon as she said that, a strange smile promptly manifested on Quintus’ face. “You’re dead, punk. Nigel will definitely kill you!” Donald inexorably glanced at Jennifer. Meanwhile, Quintus smirked and continued, “You probably have no idea who Nigel WilsonNigel Wilson? I don’t know of any such person. Even if his father sees me, he has to address me as Lord Campbell, much less the man himself!

Donald sneered, not at all worried.

“Nigel Wilson is no easy prey.” As Hannah spoke beside Donald, her brows furrowed.

“Got it. Let’s go!” Donald got to his feet and headed out of the restaurant.

Alas, Quintus stepped right into his path and eyed him expressionlessly. “Who allowed you to leave?”

Not only was he pursuing Hannah ardently, but Jennifer was also Donald’s ex-wife, so he detested the man with a passion.

It was a piece of cake for the Wilson family to cripple someone.

All of a sudden, a burst of light sparked in Donald’s eyes. He abruptly snapped his head up and stared straight at Quintus. The look in his eyes resembled that of a prehistoric beast rousing and choosing a target to devour.

Quintus was a person who had seen much of the world, but a shudder still went through him at the man’s gaze. The intense aura radiating off Donald, especially, struck terror in him.

“Is the Wilson family in Tayhaven declaring war on me?” Donald slowly walked toward him. With every step he took, his aura intensified. In the end, Quintus seemingly had an illusion that the man seemed to be a God of War who descended from heaven, looking down at him as though he were an ant.

Who exactly is he?

Great alarm filled him, and he gave a roar as he suddenly bent his elbow and aimed it at Donald’s temple.

It was pure kickboxing, and it was even Eight Limbs Kickboxing at that. Few people knew it, and it couldn’t possibly have leaked to the Wilson family.

Quintus was exceedingly ruthless in his strikes. If an ordinary person were struck, that person might very well lose his life in the worst scenario. Its devastation was immeasurable, for every single joint in the body became a lethal weapon.

As Donald fixated his eyes on the man’s elbow, the rage within him imploded. He punched him squarely in the chest. No one could ever hope to describe the force of that blow.

Crack!

The sound of something shattering rang out. On the heels of that, Quintus flew backward from the punch.

Snorting, Donald eyed the man sprawled on the ground with blood trickling out the corner of his mouth.

Fragments of shattered metal fell from his chest.

A breastplate! That aside, it was manufactured via nanotechnology. It’s as thin as a cicada’s wings and can stop bullets. Such technology is still rare in the country, so it’s really a mystery that he has it!

A thoughtful light entered Donald’s eyes.