Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 70

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 70

“How many of them?” asked Stanley.

“One.” The female clerk was a little speechless that he did not hear what she had just said.

Stanley was stunned for a moment, and then he snickered. “Let him come in then. There’s nothing to be afraid of!”

He was a short, stout man with vicious-looking eyes that were enough to show that he was not a decent man.

Mr. Yates is in his office upstairs, so I have nothing to fear!

Donald walked into his office, and after seeing Stanley, he asked, “Are you Stanley Yeager?”

“That’s right. What’s the matter?” Stanley stared at him casually.

“I came here to tell you two things. First, you’d better pay Rafe the commission he deserves to get. Second, you should break your arm for beating Rafe up. It’s best you do it yourself. If you make me do it for you, I might end up taking your life too,” Donald said with a poker face. He looked down and stared at his beaded bracelet.

Every time he touched the bracelet, he would feel immediately at ease.

If it weren’t for Jennifer’s presence in the past couple of years that had tamed his hostility, Stanley would have been a corpse by now.

Stanley leaned back against his office chair and lit up a cigarette. “Who do you think you are?”

Who do I think I am?

Donald pondered on that and nodded, “Let me show you what I’m capable of doing then.”

After saying that, he walked over and grabbed Stanley by the hair. He lifted Stanley above the desk and squeezed gently on Stanley’s shoulder.

With a loud crack, the bone in his right arm was crushed instantly.

His arm was broken.

“Ah!” Stanley let out a deafening shriek.

More than twenty young men from outside the office immediately rushed in upon hearing that. They all stared cautiously at Donald, and they closed in on Donald in the next second.

Nonetheless, that was of no use.

Within seconds, they were already sent flying away, knocked out in the office.

“Just you wait! I’ll call Mr. Yates right now, and you’re doomed!” Stanley’s face turned pale, and he quickly took out his phone.

Unbothered about the men lying on the ground, Donald walked over to the couch and sat down. They were sales agents, and they were all in their twenties. None of them had ever shown any respect to Rafe.

They were also there when Stanley had beaten Rafe up. However, none of them stopped that from happening. Instead, they were taking pleasure in Rafe’s misfortune.

When he saw how Donald knocked out all the agents, Stanley had a bad feeling. He quickly dialed Frankie’s number.

Meanwhile, Frankie was panting heavily with Rebecca under him. He pressed her head down and said to the phone, “Speak!”

“Mr. Yates, bad news. Rafe’s friend is here to cause a scene. He broke my arm!” Stanley cried and whined. He glared at Donald with anger fuming in his eyes.

So what if you can fight well? Do you have the guts to beat Frankie? Everyone knows Zayne is the most powerful man in Pollerton, and Zayne spoils his nephew so much that he will give Frankie everything Frankie wants!

Frankie did not answer and ended the call. Then, after releasing himself, he grabbed Rebecca by her head. “Didn’t you tell me you’ve settled everything about Rafe? His friend is here for him!”

Something was dripping from the corner of Rebecca’s lips as she said, “Mr. Yates, don’t worry. I know who that friend is. He’s just a divorcee. We don’t have to be afraid of him.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“You should go down and take a look first, I’ll join you shortly after taking a shower” said Frankie as he stood up.

Rebecca took a piece of tissue paper and wiped the corner of her lips. She fized her makeup before walking out of the office. With a disdainful expression on her face, she quickly walked toward the office, exuding the aura of a strong career woman.

After arriving at the office, the first thing she saw was the young men who were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. However, she was not concerned about their injuries at all. Her gaze then shifted to Donald,

Donald was seated on the couch and stared at her with his face devoid of expression,