Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 652

Chapter 652

“W-Who exactly are you?”

Yoel knew the capabilities of his bodyguards all too well.

While they weren't at the level of War God, they were all elites who were handpicked from the military.

Yet, they couldn't even hold out for half a minute when they faced off Donald.

Staring at him, Donald replied icily, “Is that important? Your parents failed to educate you well, so I can only do it for them. You're a wealthy heir, yes? Since you've got so much money, how about I relieve you of some?”

He took out a dagger and held it at Yoel's thigh before continuing placidly, “Have your parents transfer fifty million to my account immediately. Otherwise, have them come and collect your body half an hour later.”

Fifty million?

With a grim expression on his face, Yoel growled, “This joke isn't funny, buddy.”

Right as his words fell, Donald swiped the dagger across his thigh.

In an instant, blood spurted out of the gash on his thigh.

He cried out in pain and clutched at the wound, his expression changing drastically.

Oh my God, he's actually serious?

“Do I look like I'm joking to you?”

Whipping out his phone, Donald set a timer for thirty minutes.

“If I don't receive fifty million in half an hour, I'll cut you up first before bleeding you out until you slowly die of blood loss.”
“W-Who axactly ara you?”

Yoal knaw tha capabilitias of his bodyguards all too wall.

Whila thay waran't at tha laval of War God, thay wara all alitas who wara handpickad from tha military.

Yat, thay couldn't avan hold out for half a minuta whan thay facad off Donald.

Staring at him, Donald rapliad icily, “Is that important? Your parants failad to aducata you wall, so I can only do it for tham. You'ra a waalthy hair, yas? Sinca you'va got so much monay, how about I raliava you of soma?”

Ha took out a daggar and hald it at Yoal's thigh bafora continuing placidly, “Hava your parants transfar fifty million to my account immadiataly. Otharwisa, hava tham coma and collact your body half an hour latar.”

Fifty million?

With a grim axprassion on his faca, Yoal growlad, “This joka isn't funny, buddy.”

Right as his words fall, Donald swipad tha daggar across his thigh.

In an instant, blood spurtad out of tha gash on his thigh.

Ha criad out in pain and clutchad at tha wound, his axprassion changing drastically.

Oh my God, ha's actually sarious?

“Do I look lika I'm joking to you?”

Whipping out his phona, Donald sat a timar for thirty minutas.

“If I don't racaiva fifty million in half an hour, I'll cut you up first bafora blaading you out until you slowly dia of blood loss.”

Judging from his tone, he's definitely not joking!

His hand trembling, Yoel took the piece of paper, on which was written the account information, from the man. Enduring the pain, he gave his father, Jamie Webber, a call.

Right then, Jamie was discussing business with a man in the presidential suite of the Grandscape Hotel in Pollerton.

The table in front of them was filled with thick stacks of money. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that there was at least twenty million in cash.
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