Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 490 Yadriel And Waylon “Was my guess right?” Melanie thought that she had made the right guess when Donald did not respond to her, and the mockery in her expression turned more intense. Donald only looked at her with dull eyes before muttering, “I just don’t want my grandpa to be sad. Why else would his death have anything to do with me?” “You’re absurd!” Melanie fumed. As she jabbed a finger at Donald, she bellowed, “Get out of here right now!” The middle-aged men around them also grimaced. “Boy, are you here to cause a scene?” However, Donald scanned his surroundings before walking straight toward Solomon’s room. “Stop! If you take another step further, we’re not going to show you any mercy!”

Melanie ordered. They were at the Sanchez residence, and there were plenty of mighty fighters hiding around. In fact, there were some retired Novem Stella Warriors among them. Barely any locals dared to come to the Sanchez residence to pick a fight. Still, Donald continued his way to the room. In the blink of an eye, he was at the doorway, about to enter. Melanie’s scowl deepened, and she took a step to the side, seemingly opening up a path for someone. Indeed, a man in traditional garbs and a long umbrella in his hands appeared. There were no expressions on his face, but he had a sharp gaze. After fixing his eyes on Donald, he charged toward Donald’s back with the umbrella in his hands. In the other direction, an elderly man in a long green robe and a cane in his hands appeared. He did not have much hair, his mustache was white, and his eyes seemed cloudy, but his presence was a commanding one. Like the umbrella-wielding man, he was swift, and he was aiming his cane at Donald’s head. Those two were retired Novem Stella Warriors, and they were close to becoming Decem Stella Warriors. The elderly man, especially, was a prominent figure from the same period as Noah’s father, Randy.

As if his fingers were blades, he tapped the end tip of the umbrella. After a crackling sound, Melanie felt as

a dragon waking from its sleep. Then, he felt destructive power pouring into his arms and nearly quaking him to death. Homicidal intent manifested on Waylon’s face, and he rushed toward Donald to swing a fist at his face. All Donald did was to lift his hand slightly to intercept the fist. With a casual swing to the side, he sent Waylon flying. Melanie was astounded as her eyes widened. Yadriel was a Novem