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

Chapter 1022 Stray Or Puppy

“Leonard, your daughter looks starved. Haven't you made her any delicious meals at home?”

Montgomery's third daughter-in-law, Wendy, had a grim and condescending look on her face, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Although Jennifer only picked up her cutleries without really taking any food, Wendy seized upon that and began to act sarcastically.

Leonard sat in the chair, not knowing what to say.

Back when they were with the Wilson family, their family didn't even have the chance to sit at the table, so naturally, Jennifer didn't develop the habit of waiting for the elders to pick up their cutleries first since childhood.

In front of so many people, Leonard naturally couldn't explain it like that.

All he could do was cough lightly and give Jennifer a meaningful glance, signaling her to quickly put down the cutleries in her hand.

With a wronged expression, Jennifer put down her cutleries and subtly tugged at Donald's sleeve.

She had initially thought that as soon as Montgomery picked up his cutleries to start the meal, everything else would follow suit. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Who would have thought that the elderly man would simply close his eyes and start praying?

Upon witnessing this scene, Jennifer was caught between laughter and tears. What on earth is going on? There are so many traditional rules in Wilson Village, and now you're telling me that Mr. Montgomery is religious?

All right, then. If he wants to pray before your meal, go ahead. After all, a few minutes won't make a difference.

It was clear that others were well aware of Montgomery's habits, so they had already eaten something else before they arrived.

Now, as Montgomery began to pray, they also followed suit, each pretending to pray along with him.

Just like that, ten minutes had flown by since he started praying.

Jennifer looked at Donald with a sense of grievance and mouthed quietly at him, “Darling, I'm hungry.”

Donald didn't hesitate. He picked up his cutleries and neatly arranged them on the table. Then, he directly picked up a meatball and placed it in Jennifer's bowl.

The sound of Donald's fork wasn't loud, but it was enough to draw the attention of others.

The Wilson family members glared at Donald in anger, one after another. However, Donald remained nonchalant, acting as if the Wilson family didn't exist at all, and started eating directly.

At first, Jennifer was a bit embarrassed.

However, with the delicious food placed in front of her, she was indeed very hungry.

Hence, she ended up eating with Donald.

Not only did Wendy find them distasteful, but the other members of the Wilson family also wondered how could Leonard's family lack manners to such an extent.

Montgomery's second son, Elias Wilson, scolded Donald, “How audacious! Mr. Montgomery hasn't even picked up his cutleries yet. Where did you punks come from, daring to start the meal before

him?”

Donald looked at Elias and said flatly, “Where did you crawl out from, stray dog? The old dog hasn't barked yet, so what makes you think it's your turn to bark?”

Stray dog? Old dog?

Hearing Donald's words, everyone inhaled sharply.

This brat really dares to say anything!

Isn't he essentially comparing Mr. Montgomery to an old dog?

Moritz, Montgomery's third son, couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up abruptly, cursing under his breath as he strode toward Donald.

This was the Wilson family's territory. Since when could outsiders like Tang Guang become so arrogant?

“D*mn it, get up!”

Moritz reached out to grab Donald's collar.

No sooner had he reached out his hand than Donald leaned back slightly, and with a pull and a hook of his left hand, he had Moritz completely subdued.

The spot where Donald seized was Moritz's wrist. With just a gentle twist, Moritz was already yelping in pain and kneeling on the ground.

There was no helping it. Donald's hands were truly powerful.

If Moritz forcibly pulled his hand back, he would undoubtedly break his wrist.

“You little brat, you dare to cause trouble in our Wilson Village. You're asking for death!”

“Release Moritz or you won't live to leave our Wilson Village today!”