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

Chapter 129

Donald was stumped by Alex's condescending manner.

Marcus gritted his teeth and said begrudgingly, “Now is not the time to get mad at me. We have to settle the matter with your brother-in-law first.”

Alex pointed at Donald in a disdainful manner and said, “Are we to deal with these two? It's really easy if you ask me. The woman should follow me if she doesn't wish to die. As for the brazen young fellow, just break all four of his limbs. Do as I say, and I will guarantee your increment and promotion. I will even see to your transfer to a first-class branch at Provincial Center. However, if you refuse, then you might as well pack your bags and go back to your hometown to farm!”

After a pause, he let out another holler, “God damn it, where is my water? I'm dying of thirst right now!”

“Go fetch some water.” Someone spoke up all right, but Marcus was surprised that it was Donald.

Alex was taken aback but said nothing. He continued to eye Jennifer with a lustful gaze.

Keith smiled wickedly. “Ah, why put up a strong face when you could have been this meek all the while?”

A teller hurriedly fetched a thermos flask filled with warm water and a glass. She left in a haste after leaving the items on the desk.

Donald got up and took the thermos flask. Then, he turned to Alex and asked, “Aren't you thirsty?”

Alex pulled out a chair, sat down crossed-legged, and ordered, “Kneel and crawl over here.”

Marcus furrowed his brows. This may turn out to be more complicated than I think it is.

Donald's demeanor was rather calm and reserved. However, the man exuded a vibe that made Marcus feel as if he was going to lash out like a beast at any moment.

Donald held the thermos flask and said impassively, “Who gave you the audacity to Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

act so arrogantly?”

Alex's face turned grim as his eyes shot a daggered look at Donald and started his name-dropping. “Let me enlighten you, then. Joshua Green, Neil Yung, and all Yartran people who came to Pollerton.”

Donald shook his head and let out a snicker. “I'm afraid that's not going to be enough.”

Then, he turned to Alex and asked in a serious tone, “Are you really thirsty?”

Alex did not know what the man was getting at and merely looked at him with a frigid stare.

“Let me pour you a glass, then,” Donald uttered.

The air in the meeting room grew still as everyone shuddered in response.

There was a complete shift in Donald's demeanor. The man exuded a devilish aura, as his eyes flashed with a murderous glint.

Everyone at the scene experienced a hallucination right then. They felt as if they were surrounded by magma in hell while Donald was looking down on all of them like a mighty dragon.

He stood atop everyone else with cold and stony eyes. It was as if everyone else were mere expendable cogs to him.

However, the hallucination disappeared as briefly as it appeared.

Donald dashed in Alex's direction and pushed down on his head, subduing the latter to his chair.

Feeling the heavy weight bearing down on his head, Alex widened his eyes in shock as he bellowed, “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Drink your water!” Donald's voice thundered in the meeting room, sounding like the devil himself.

Everyone felt chills down their spine at the sight of the next scene. Donald opened the thermos flask and aimed right at Alex's mouth as he force-fed the man.

Alex flailed his arms and legs, struggling to break himself free but to no avail. His tears mingled with the water Donald forced down his throat as he let out sharp wails that echoed in the meeting room.

Jennifer covered her eyes in dismay as she cried, “Donald, no!”

Marcus' eyes almost popped out of his socket as his heart raced at the chilling sight.

How ruthless...

From the moment that Alex insulted Jennifer, he had, in fact, chosen for his fate to be dictated by Donald. As a matter of fact, Donald would have taken Alex's life if not for Jennifer. Donald did not wish for her to be traumatized.

In the end, Donald forced the whole flask down the man's throat.

Alex slumped to the floor with his hands clamped to his throat and mouth. He curled up like a shrimp as he reached for his phone.