Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 477 The Tables Have Turned Leonard followed suit and went down on his knees. “Yes, yes, Jennifer wasn’t thinking and acted rashly. It’s all Donald’s fault! Everything will be resolved as long as he’s dead.” The crowd despised what Leonard and Linda did. Why on earth did the seniors kneel before their son-in-law? At the same time, Leonard’s ruthlessness also struck terror into their hearts because he had just reminded Tyrone to murder Donald! Looming over the crowd like a high and lofty king, Tyrone cleared his throat and cast an imposing cold glance at the rest who were mere specks of dust in his eyes.

“Needless to say, I’ll get rid of Donald. However, I’ll also get revenge on the Wilsons.” Once again, Kevin darted across and made a lunge for Donald. “Why are you still alive? You should go to h*ll, Donald!” Right then, Donald’s eldest uncle, Michael intervened. “Why are you going against Mr. Tyrone, Donald? We’ve come a long way. Why must you bring this upon us?” Gideon and the rest were equally infuriated, so much so that they wished to strike Donald to death. “I’ll settle everything and put this matter to rest.” Donald pulled Jennifer to his side and exchanged glances with Tyrone. The latter broke out laughing. “I heard that Silas searched for you high and low for a year when you deliberately hid.

was murdered by Crabface. Hence, Tyrone had the impression that Donald went missing in action for a year because he was targeted by Silas. Based on that assumption, he presumed that Donald resurfaced because Silas was dead. “Lo and behold, he’s a coward!” The crowd started to give him an odd look. Some disdained him, including Jennifer. Upon calming herself down, a thought suddenly dawned on Jennifer. Although Silas is long gone, my impulsive actions today would make Donald lock horns with Tyrone directly! The scary thing is that Tyrone is more vicious than Silas. Additionally, he’s also more

of armor heard, there were thousands of them besieging the entire place. All of them looked very much like members of the Horizon Group, especially the one leading the troop. He seemed to be in his sixties or seventies with the look of a modern priest in a suit and holding a black umbrella. In actual fact, he was Quentin, aged a hundred and fifty. A century ago, he was already a Novem Stella Warrior. No one could imagine how powerful he had become! “Enough! It’s best that