The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 1101

Jackdaw had a strong grip, so naturally, this slap packed quite a punch. With one slap, Wilbur was hit so hard he was left dazed and confused, his mind buzzing as he was disorientated.

Before he could even react, Taurus' fist which was as big as a clay pot, came smashing down again with tremendous force and fierce momentum.

Wilbur thought they came to help him, but it turned out they came to beat him up.

Valerie who was watching anxiously from the side, forcefully nudged Nolan and Hugh.

“What are you two still doing standing here? Hurry up and help him out.”

Nolan and Hugh exchanged glances for neither dared to step forward.

These are famous and respected underworld bosses who are attacking Wilbur. Isn't it suicide for us to step in and help now?

First, someone beat Wilbur, then immediately took out their phone and left Wilbur's WhatsApp group.

These underworld bosses were practically making a clear statement just to show Donald that they had no ties with Wilbur.

As arrogant as Jackdaw, he also obediently knelt before Donald after thoroughly beating Wilbur.

He bowed his head and said, “Mr. Campbell, we truly had no idea that Wilbur would dare to provoke you. This matter has nothing to do with us. You can deal with him however you see fit.”

With Jackdaw kneeling, the others followed suit and knelt down as well.

Valerie and Nolan watched with their hearts in their throats.

What on earth is Donald's mission that it could make so many underworld bosses kneel and talk to him directly?

Donald paid no attention to Jackdaw. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Wilbur.

At this moment, Wilbur's face was as swollen as a p*g's head.

As smart as he was, he surely knew he had bitten off more than he could chew this time.

F*ck, I am really screwed this time!

“Is this the person you think can help you?”

Donald sighed, shaking his head as he said, “I had hoped you would surprise me, but it seems you've only disappointed me.”

Wilbur spat out two teeth, glaring at Donald with a resentful look.

“Don't... don't get too cocky... Mr. Castro hasn't arrived yet. Once he's here... your fate is sealed...”