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.

the ongoing scuffle blankly. “What’s gotten into you, Alex? Why would you stand here and watch

he teased, “Look, Stanley, your daddy doesn’t care about you anymore. Why don’t you let me become your new daddy?”

true! My daddy loves me very much!” Stanley retorted

party for you? Yet, you wouldn’t even

sweet voice, “Thank you for the wonderful

for this, Flynno. How did this become a birthday

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

prepare Stanley’s birthday cake. He figured

Simpsons continued

Caleb

the others had indeed left, so she loosened her

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

straighten his disheveled clothes. A few bloody scratch marks had appeared on his cheeks, thanks

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

his good-for-nothing son, who was the cause behind their misfortune, had the