The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 8

Who is he?

Through the broken rear-view mirror, the man saw the kickboxer and the previous driver covering their necks and crouching on the ground. Their whole bodies were twitching, and they eventually fell to their deaths.

No one saw how Donald killed them.

What the hell?

Holding the steering wheel with both hands, he stared at Donald in

disbelief. With such strength, he must be one of the strongest men in the world!

“Where's your stronghold?” Like a killer, Donald stretched out his hand expressionlessly and grabbed the man's neck, dragging him out of the van.

However, blood began to gush out from the latter's facial orifices, and he died in an instant.

Frowning, Donald threw him on the

ground and examined his body. “Cyanide.”

Meanwhile, the woman with her hands and feet tied struggled and stared at Donald with a forlorn expression. Glancing at her, he flicked his fingers, and a shard of glass flew out, severing the rope around her body.

Subsequently, he searched for useful information in the van, but he found nothing. It was too clean.

“Why did they kidnap you?” He looked at the woman, only to see her removing the towel stuck in her mouth.

Then, she gasped a couple of times and stretched lazily. “Who knows?”

In response, Donald shot her an intense glance. If she doesn't want to tell me, then forget it.

Instantaneously, he got out of the van and removed all his scents and traces. Not only that, but he also arranged for someone to remove all the surveillance footage along the way.

Moments later, Lana jumped off the

vehicle.

Even though she looked a bit disheveled, she was still stunning and beautiful. Her bright red dress accentuated her elegance, and her crystal-clear eyes were sparkling with an exquisite gleam.

She was as charming as Hannah and Jennifer. However, Jennifer was gentle and virtuous, while Hannah was cold and had an unapproachable demeanor. Wynter was a graceful and sophisticated woman. On the contrary, Lana was sexy and alluring. She had a perfect body figure and was every man's dream girl.

“I'm Lana Collins.” Shortly afterward, she approached him and stretched out her slender hand.

Donald did not shake her hand. “We only met each other by chance. It's better to forget me and forget everything you see today.”

With that, he hopped on the shared bike and was about to leave.

“Hey, how could you leave me here alone? What if they kidnap me again?” Anxious, she stomped her foot, and her breasts started to jiggle. Supposedly, such a slim figure should not be that busty.

“With your status, I believe someone will pick you up soon,” he answered.

“No, you must take me with you. Those people are useless. How can they let these abductors kidnap me right under their noses? I don't trust them anymore. I only have faith in you,” said Lana.

A look of impatience appeared on his face as he stated, “I don't have time for this.”

His words caught her by surprise.

What's wrong with him? Does he not know how many people in Pollerton want to get in my favor?

“How dense of you! The men who are in love with me could line up from here and all the way to Ferropene, but now, I'm giving you a chance to pursue me. I'm capable of anything.” As she said that, she licked her lips like a seductress.

Donald sneered, “Then, kindly ask the men who were lining up in Ferropene to send

me a bottle of red wine.”

As night fell, the street lights lit up.

She seemed to be a little tired, tilting her head and leaning on his back. She flushed when she heard his strong heartbeat and smelled the subtle scent of tobacco on his body.

Lifting her head, she narrowed her eyes and watched as the street lights faded from view. As a gentle breeze brushed across her face, she perked up.

It was the first time someone had given her a ride on a bicycle.

“Donald, don't you think that this is such a heartwarming scene?” she murmured.

“I don't know,” the man in front replied.

Her face lit up with a smile. After some deliberation, she quickly fished out her phone, wrapped her arm around his waist, leaned on his back, and shot a selfie after putting on a blissful expression. Then, she posted it on Instagram and wrote: A rare heartwarming moment. I wish time could stop so that this could go on forever.

Within a minute, there were a lot of comments on her post.

One of the wealthy men commented: My queen, I'm sorry that I was late. I shall take my leave now. Behind the words was a crying emoticon.

Immediately, Lana replied: How pretentious! Where did you learn these idiotic lines ? I'm blacklisting you!

Subsequently, she blocked the man on Instagram.

Another wealthy man wrote: Goddess, who is this man? We can only see his back. Please show us his face. I bet he must be very poor. He's dressed so lowly.

Moments later, she responded: I don't need my man to be rich because no one is wealthier than me. You 'll be added to the blacklist as well.

Most of the comments were: Damn. I'm so upset that my goddess has a boyfriend. Goddess, please tell us who he islGoddess, when will you show him to us?

In the meantime, Wynter, who was at Pollerton Opera House, also happened to see Lana's Instagram post. Instantaneously, she grew suspicious and zoomed in on the photo.

Why does this back look so familiar?