The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 921

Donald dug his ear, somewhat annoyed, and said, “I've noticed that you people really love to boast. Every time you're on the brink of death, you claim you can fulfill any of my wishes. Fine. In that case, I want ten million now. I'll give you half an hour to transfer the sum into my account.”

After Donald finished speaking, he gestured to Ashton, who had been hiding in the corner. Only then did Ashton dare to come over and wait for Donald's instructions.

“Lend him your phone,” Donald said.

Hearing Donald say that, Ashton didn't dare to ask any questions. He quickly handed his phone to Grady.

After receiving the phone, Grady initially thought Donald would keep an eye on him.

Unexpectedly, Donald sat back down at the bar and continued chatting with Tony.

“Where were we earlier? Oh right. You're not just an ordinary bartender, are you? Who exactly are you?”

Tony didn't respond to Donald's question. However, his movement of polishing the glasses turned slower.

Just as Grady was surreptitiously preparing to send a distress message to his leader, Tancred, a thunderous noise erupted at the bar as if a bomb had detonated.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look behind them.

The bartender, Tony, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a large pair of shears and slashed it at Donald's neck.

It was clear that Tony was planning a sneak attack on Donald, but Donald's reaction was even faster than he had anticipated.

Almost the instant the shears were drawn, Donald had already blocked his face with a stone rod.

The sharp blade of the shears was less than three inches away from Donald's neck, yet Donald remained completely calm.

After sipping the freshly mixed cocktail, he casually said to Tony, “Your strength is not comparable to the person earlier. Your surprise attack failed, so you've already lost.”

Tony's smile was bitter-sweet.

He was well aware that he was no match for Donald.

Still, he had to solve someone's problem after accepting their money.