Son In Law Madness

Chapter 128

Chapter 128 To The Rescue

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 owner 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.

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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?”

Jennifer hurriedly stood beside Donald, and it managed to calm her nerves. She lifted her head and was greeted by the man’s side profile.

Donald ignored Phillip and turned to look at Jennifer instead. “Which hand did he use to strike you?”

Jennifer shook her head and said, “Forget it. Let’s just leave.”

“Which hand?” Donald furrowed his brows and repeated himself.

Jennifer hesitated for a moment and said, “The right hand.”

Phillip let out another sneer. “Why? Are you going to beat me up?”

Donald nodded his head and charged right at Phillip. His movement was so swift that it only took him a fraction of a second to reach Phillip’s side.

Then, he caught hold of Keith’s right arm and twisted it slightly.

Though it seemed like Donald had only exerted little force, Keith let out a sharp wail as he felt like his arms were being twisted like a pretzel as his bones were crushed.

He held his right arm and fell knee-first onto the ground. All colors drained from his face as he cried, “Someone, come and kill this b*st*rd!”

His voice did not reach the lobby. However, it did penetrate through the walls to the neighboring rooms.

The general manager of the second-class bank heard the commotion and rushed into the room. He let out a holler at the unbecoming sight. “What the hell happened here?”

Alex Morris paid no heed to Phillip’s injuries and instead said, “Marcus Cooper, 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 guest?”

The man was so arrogant that his sense of entitlement was written all over his face as he looked down on Marcus Cooper, the general manager who had just rushed into the room.

Alex ignored Donald and Jennifer altogether.

He was a translator, but as a translator of Pollerton Translations, he had the chance to become acquainted with people from Yartran who came to visit Pollerton.

Hence, he had managed to get acquainted with people from all walks of life, such as students and even high-ranking officials from Yartran.

Even though Marcus was vexed by the man’s arrogance, he dared not offend him.

After all, Alex was a well-connected man after working with people from Yartran for many years.

The number two at Pollerton, Joshua Green, was Alex’s close friend. He even had the chance to dine together with Neil Yund, the most influential man in Pollerton. Throughout the ten years, Alex had managed to form many connections that would work well to his advantage.

Marcus dared not offend Alex, much less the more influential Donald.

Hence, he said, “Mr. Morris, I think I owe you an explanation…”

Alex picked up a stool and hurled it at Marcus’ shoulders. “Would you shut up? Do I need a reason for getting rid of people who piss me off?”

What an insolent fellow!