The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 441

With more than a dozen people standing guard outside the storage room, not even a fly would be able to get in. But what's going on now?

A second later, the inside of the storage room became as bright as day.

Sensing that someone had somehow gotten inside, all the people outside quickly turned on their flashlights, illuminating the man's shadowy outline.

They saw that his hair was disheveled and that he was tall and slender. He was also neatly dressed in a clean suit. However, he looked just like a devil among men!

Brutus' eyes were as round as saucers as he staggered backward. His expression also shifted drastically, his face turning ashen in an instant.

Crabface!

Holton also widened his eyes, and even the weak and barely conscious Yolanda was shocked.

No one dared to move. In fact, they even tried to breathe as quietly as possible.

At that moment, Crabface moved. He crouched down, placed an arm around Ysabel's shoulders, and gently lifted her. "It's me."

It was a familiar voice.

Ysabel's eyes flew wide open. Through the unkempt hair that shielded his face, she finally saw his handsome and familiar face.

Donald! He's back!

She covered her mouth with her hands, then flung her arms around Donald and burst into loud sobs. "You've finally returned! I knew you weren't dead— ouch!"

Too caught up in her excitement, she had moved too suddenly and tugged at the wound at her waist. She had sustained that injury after Brutus tossed her aside, which caused her to crash against the door frame.

Donald furrowed his brows. Stroking her wound gently with his right hand, he mused coldly, "It's an injury caused by severe impact, and the muscles are bruised. If the impact had struck three centimeters further to the side, it would've ruptured your kidney and spleen and caused massive hemorrhaging."

His tone was so icy that it seemed as though he were speaking from the depths of hell.

Brutus felt his heart pound frantically, and he could not stop himself from retreating several steps.

He smelled trouble as he knew Donald's remark was directed straight at him!

"Who did this?" Donald asked Ysabel.

No wonder he dared to kill Brandon and Peterson! It turns out he possesses such terrifying power!

"It was you, wasn't it?" Donald looked at Brutus impassively.

Brutus' face turned as pale as a sheet. Clenching his jaw, he swung a large fist toward Donald.

At almost the same time, the people standing behind made their move and charged inside.

Donald raised his right foot slightly and stomped on the ground, sending those behind him flying backward through the air. Then, they disintegrated into a white powder instantaneously.

What the f*ck!

Wide-eyed, Holton and Yolanda exchanged glances. They could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Brutus felt as though he was stuck in a quagmire before his punch could get anywhere near Donald. He could not move forward at all, not even an inch.

Watching more than a dozen of his lackeys get pulverized before they could even react had also shocked him to the core.