Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 522

Rigorous Training “Argh!” Those who could become the Youngbloods’ manager in charge of the safe house had to undergo rigorous training. Yet, Tevin Youngblood felt that no punishment was as agonizing as the pain he was feeling. “I’ll tell you… Oscar’s in Heavenly Private Room.” Tevin could not stand it anymore. The past two seconds felt like years to him. Donald nodded and began walking to Heavenly Private Room with an umbrella. Tevin then grabbed the hem of Donald’s pants and pleaded in a lowly manner, “Please give me the antidote…” Donald kicked Tevin away and muttered, “This poison will only be in effect for three minutes, so enjoy it.” Three minutes? Tevin could not even stand it for another second. The poison weakened every part of his body and made him unable to even end his own life. Steeling himself, Tevin then opened his mouth to bite his tongue.

with a spear in hand. As Donald was there to raze Est Montaigne to the ground, he did not bother dropping the aggressive demeanor. Sivert, who stood opposite him, readied himself for a battle. As he held the spear in front of him, he uttered, “Who are you? How dare you barge into the Youngblood family’s Est Montaigne? Do you have a death wish?” “Scram.” Donald continued his way, completely ignoring Sivert. What an arrogant fellow! In his fury, Sivert shot out his spear toward Donald’s throat. The tassel on the spear bloomed like a crimson flower and concealed Sivert’s hand motion from Donald’s vision.

it downward before swiping it on the ground to force a gap between him and Donald. However, in the next second, Sivert’s plan was disrupted. Normal people tend to take a step back at an incoming stab, or they would use their weapon to block the blow. Yet, the spear was like a toy to Donald, completely harmless. Donald reached out with his left hand and easily grabbed the spear. “Huh?” Sivert froze. “You’re too slow.” Donald continued walking forward as he bent the spear in his hand until it

Sivert fled. Donald sneered, and he flung the spear toward Sivert, stabbing his thigh. “I’m so sorry! I was a fool not to have recognized a powerful man like you! Please let me go! We bear no grudge against each other, and as long as you let me go, I’ll be your servant!” The more one tasted what power was like, the more