The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 457

Silas thought Donald sounded absurd because he had already looked into Donald. His mother's family was one of the Ten Prestigious Families, the Irving family. His father is a dispirited instructor at a driving school. His grandfather, Raymond, isn't an ordinary man. It seems like he knows someone powerful in Jadeborough. However, that powerful individual didn't provide him with much help. More than a decade ago, that powerful individual was not even willing to help Raymond when he was banished by the Campbell clan. Donald himself is just a bodyguard working for Lana. Before this, he was managing Raymond's renovation company. He's nothing but a nobody. What gives a small fry like him the confidence to act so brazenly? This is ridiculous!

“You're Lana’s bodyguard, right? Do you think she will be able to protect you?” Jeffery asked.

Donald smiled and shook his head.

With a disdainful expression, Jeffery mocked, “It seems like you don't know how to behave. It's okay. I'll teach you some lessons!”

Boom!

Jeffery released his full strength, and Donald could feel a strong wave of energy creeping up on him.

On the ninth floor, all the tables, chairs, and windows were shaking. At first, the crowd thought they were experiencing an earthquake.

As strong as Yolanda was, she had also slumped to the ground. With her pale face, she murmured, “Jeffery is too strong. He's too strong!”

Holton gritted his teeth. “How strong is he?”

“He's as strong as Nathan!” When Yolanda saw Nathan for the first time, she was shocked. However, she didn't expect Jeffery to be that strong as well.

“Kneel!” Jeffery roared while staring at Donald.

His voice was thunderous and deafening.

Ethan and the others felt as though there were mountains pressing them down on their shoulders. Their knees began to tremble, and they couldn't help but kneel.

Jeffery was like a demon with a domineering aura and a devilish appearance.

However, Donald was unfazed. He was still leaning on the pool table and trying to make his shot. “If you leave now, you might still live. If you wait any longer, you'll just die.”

“You must be joking!” Jeffery fumed. He smacked the table in front of him and shouted, “Mark my words! I'm killing you today! Not even God can save you!”

Crack! The table shattered into pieces.

The pieces of wood then formed into a small whirlwind, and it was quickly moving toward Donald.