The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 1002

“Will you submit or not?”

“No!”

Smack!

Donald slapped him again.

“Submit or not?”

“No!”

Tilting his head, Rufus seemed like quite a stubborn character.

No matter how much Donald slapped him, Rufus always held his head high, his face showing an unyielding expression, refusing to admit defeat.

What Donald found most amusing was the look in Rufus' eyes.

Back when Donald was training new recruits, he candidly pointed out that the biggest difference between these rookies and the veterans was the absence of a killer instinct in their eyes.

When the old soldiers were on a mission, the only thing on their minds was accomplishing the task at hand.

So, if there were anyone or anything that would hinder them from achieving their goal, they would certainly eliminate any obstacles, be it man or god.

At that moment, murderous intent was already evident in Rufus' gaze toward Donald.

This meant that what Rufus said was not a lie.

It just meant he didn't have the capability yet. But once he gained enough strength and was capable of killing Donald, he would undoubtedly do so without any hesitation.

Dealing with such a child, Donald had no reason to show any mercy.

He channeled the vital essence within him, and once again, he delivered a hefty slap across Rufus' face.

This time, Rufus distinctly felt something was different.

When Donald had hit him before, each slap was indeed painful. However, after being hit repeatedly, his face had actually become numb.

Therefore, as long as Rufus gritted his teeth, he could still talk tough to Donald.

But now, things were different.

After lecturing Rufus, Donald specifically turned to the immobilized Bailey and said, “Do you see? This is the correct way to discipline a child. If he does something wrong, he should be punished until he learns his lesson.”

Initially, Bailey watched helplessly as her son was being beaten, which was already causing her enough distress.

Who would have thought Donald was now sharing his disciplining experiences with her?

Bailey's gaze gradually turned cold. Gritting her teeth, she said to Donald, “I've already sent a message to my husband. Rest assured, you definitely won't be able to leave Pollerton Airport!”

Bailey's husband, Maurice Sheen, was a man with extensive connections. He was also a high-ranking executive who was doing quite well in his company.

It was precisely because of this that Bailey felt that the whole world should be making way for her all these years.

Not for any other reason, but because all these years, whenever she went out to dine or drink with Maurice, there was never a time when a bunch of his buddies weren't present.

That was why Bailey could say this with confidence.

The moment the plane lands in Pollerton, I will make Donald wish he were dead.

With that thought in mind, she felt her confidence greatly increased. The look she gave Donald was gradually filled with disdain.