The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 503

The female warrior had not returned.

Poison Spider was not only Braxton's protector, but she was also his partner in bed.

I've only told her to get rid of my cousin. Why isn't she back yet?

Ding! Ding!

His phone vibrated. His sister had sent him a picture of a bloody human head. It belonged to Poison Spider.

Braxton was stunned, as if he was stuck with lightning. His eyes reddened, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

He did not have feelings for Poison Spider, but she was the reason he could keep a foothold in the Irving family and look down on the other heirs.

“Braxton, Nathan was the one who sent her head over. He says she's offended a terribly important person. She died with just three moves from the person.” His sister, Sierra Irving, had sent him a voice note, which left Braxton stunned. After all, he was the one who sent Poison Spider to kill Donald.

Logically, Poison Spider would not have encountered anyone important. Did Donald get someone to kill her? Impossible. That's impossible. I've looked into every piece of information related to Donald's background. There's nothing that stands out.

“Dad is telling you to lie low during these couple of days. A storm has been brewing in Pollerton recently, and there's no telling how many big shots will go to the city. Poison Spider might've accidentally bumped into one and gotten herself killed. Anyway, I'm going over tomorrow,” said Sierra.

Braxton clenched his fists. “Okay. Got it.”

“Where did Rosie go? She can still protect you if she's around,” said Sierra.

“I don't know.” With that, Braxton lay back down on the bed.

A mix of emotions stirred within his heart, making him feel strangely uncomfortable.

He had just arrived at Pollerton and had already lost a Novem Stella Warrior. He had a feeling that the next couple of days were going to be rough.

Meanwhile, Freedman Group's private plane had landed at Pollerton International Airport, and a group of people could be seen exiting it.

The first person was a short and chubby young man. He gave off a noble and captivating air with his sunglasses—despite it being nighttime—and a wireless headset.

He was Oscar, the eldest heir in line of the Freedman clan.