The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 676

“It's okay. I'm also a bad-tempered person. Just ask him to come,” said Donald, insisting.

Hayleigh turned and called out to Bobby, who had been waiting at the reception desk, “Bobby, this gentleman is asking for you.”

Bobby's face twitched. He walked over with a toothpick in his mouth and a towel around his neck.

Although Bobby wasn't a muscular person, the bald and burly man did not look like someone to be trifled with.

He glanced at the dishes on the table and said to Donald arrogantly, “What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with the food? Why are there so many leftovers? Are you planning to take all these home to feed the dogs?”

Donald smirked and pointed at the food on the table. “Yes, I'm going to feed the dog. If you finish the rest of the food, I'll pay for it.”

Bobby narrowed his eyes, and his tone became sharp. “What did you say?”

It's one thing to compare me to a dog, but he wants me to eat his leftovers?

Bobby took out the kitchen knife he had strapped to his waist and struck it on the table with a loud clang, embedding the blade into the table.

“Brat, have you heard of Trislash?”

Donald didn't even glance at the knife as he replied calmly, “No.”

Bobby lifted half of his shirt, revealing the three knife scars on his stomach.

“I got these three knife scars when I was twelve years old. I got into a fight with someone, and he left me with three scars on my stomach. Do you know what I did to the person?”

“No, I don't.”

Bobby licked his lips and uttered viciously, “I left him with one hand. Everyone in this area knows me as Trislash. I'm notorious for being fearless and not afraid of death. How dare you try to get a free meal at my restaurant today! Are you courting death?”

Bobby didn't take Donald seriously at all since the latter didn't seem like someone trained in combat and appeared calm.

He thought Donald would be scared out of his wits after he revealed his identity.

“Bobby!”

Hayleigh, who was standing beside them, covered her mouth in shock. Bobby stumbled backward in pain before falling to the ground on his buttocks.

Blood flowed down his stomach, and Bobby quickly tried to cover the wound with his hand. He glared at Donald.

How dare he use a knife on me! He's a ruthless person!

“Brat, just you wait! I'll get people to deal with you!”

Bobby took out his phone to call for backup while Donald smirked and replied, “Sure, I'll wait right here, but the food is getting cold. I advise you to eat it while it's still warm.”

“F*ck off!” Bobby yelled. He stood up as if he was about to attack, but Donald suddenly swung the kitchen knife downward with great force.

Although he didn't actually hit Bobby, the strength of his swing was no joke.