Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 744 The Impostor

Sheryl blanched with fear, for she knew as well as anyone else the status and immense power the Jeffersons possessed.

Like Caleb, she replayed the recent events in her mind, aghast at the thought that she had just threatened to kill the head of the Jefferson family, called his son a little rascal, and ordered the boy to lick her shoes.

A chill ran down her spine. Not knowing what else to do, she crawled to Yann in desperation, pleading. “Help me. Darling! I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!”

Slap!

Yann smacked her face, roaring furiously, “I must have been out of my mind to marry an unreasonable woman like you and even madder to have fathered this useless son who’s good at nothing except messing around every day! Now, kneel before Mr. Jefferson and beg for his forgiveness, you two! Otherwise, you will no longer be part of the Simpson family!”

Tears trickled down Sheryl’s face as she held her burning cheek in her hand. As the pampered daughter of the Little Family, she had always been treated like a princess. Being slapped by Yann was the last thing she had expected to happen to her.

Her blood boiled as she recalled the grievances that happened within the same day-her feet being Stomped to a pulp earlier, followed by the brutal slap.

Glaring at Yann, she snapped at him, “You useless son of a b*tch! Did you just hit me? I’m going to kill you!”

With that said, she pounced on her husband, completely disregarding the fact that they were in the presence of the Jeffersons, and attacked him like a savage beast, pulling his hair and scratching his face at

the same time.

you, Alex? Why would you stand here and watch these people fight? It’s your son’s birthday

he took Stanley from Alex’s arms and carried him in his own. Tapping the child’s nose fondly, he teased, “Look, Stanley, your daddy doesn’t care

daddy loves me very much!”

was I who prepared this whole party for you? Yet, you wouldn’t even accept me as your new daddy,” said Flynn,

pecked him on the cheek, answering in a sweet voice, “Thank you for

explanation for this, Flynno. How did this become a birthday party hosted by the

aren’t you a Jefferson yourself? Wording the invitation this way makes our party sound more prestigious, doesn’t it?” Flynn’s expression could not have been more

birthday cake. He figured he could deal with the Simpsons after

Simpsons continued fighting.

Dad, stop it. They’re all gone.” Caleb reminded

and the others had indeed left, so she loosened her grip on

chided, “Look at the state you’re both in! What an

few bloody scratch marks had appeared on his cheeks,

but said nothing. After all, she came from the Little family, which was a

son, who was the cause behind their misfortune, had the cheek to express