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

Chapter 1107 Show Some Respect

Oisin's eyes narrowed, a touch of irritation evident in his tone. “Brat, I've been out in the world for a long time, seen all sorts of people. Do you think you can act arrogantly with me here? You brought my girlfriend to this hotel and did such things to her. No matter how you put it, it's your fault. You're quite the looker, I must say. If you can cough up thirty thousand, we can consider today's matter settled. What do you say?”

Donald sat in the chair and spoke indifferently. “I say that won't do. As I said, if you think what I'm doing is wrong, just call the police and arrest me. I don't have any money, and even if I do, I wouldn't give it to you.”

“D*mn it! Oisin, why are we even wasting our time talking to this brat? Let's just give him a lesson, and he'll learn to behave!” Holding the steel pipe in his hand, Keenan Vader, one of Oisin's lackeys, could tell at a glance that Donald was a simpleton.

People like him won't realize what we're capable of if we don't teach him a lesson.

After finishing his sentence, Keenan approached Donald while cursing under his breath.

The instant he raised the steel pipe, Oisin's vision seemed to blur, as if something had swiftly streaked past him.

Hmm? Where's Keenan?

It took Oisin several seconds to realize that something was amiss.

Just moments ago, Keenan was all fired up, ready to teach Donald a lesson. How did he suddenly end up outside the room?

Donald dusted his own trouser leg, and a terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in Oisin's mind.

Did this brat just kick Keenan out of the room? D*mn! Just how strong is he to move so fast that I didn't even see clearly? Is this kid equipped with spring-loaded legs?

Another underling, Arthur Ladell, chickened out and leaned in to whisper in Oisin's ear, “Oisin, this young man seems to be a martial arts practitioner.”

Oisin slapped Arthur on the head and snapped, “Do you think I'm blind? Of course I can tell he's a martial arts practitioner!”

Despite his ferocious demeanor, Oisin was actually fearful deep down.

People often claim that Pollerton is a hub for hidden talents. Have I just stumbled upon one? Am I that unlucky?

Oisin looked at Donald and said, “Listen, buddy, you've wronged my girlfriend and injured my friend. Even if you can't come up with thirty thousand, how about showing some goodwill with three hundred, huh?”

Decreasing the sum from thirty thousand to three hundred, Oisin no longer dared to contemplate pulling a fast one on Donald.

All he wanted at this point was to salvage a fragment of his pride. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

However, Donald was not going to give him an easy way out.

He looked at Oisin, sighed, and said, “It's truly exhausting to communicate with uncultured people like you. Let me repeat one last time. Either you call the police now, or you come and take the money yourselves.”

Call the police? We're swindling people. Calling the police would be like turning ourselves in. Taking the money from him won't do, too. Look at the state Keenan's in after getting kicked by this guy.

Who has the guts to take the money from him?

Seeing that Donald was unwilling to relent, Oisin pointed at Donald and said, “Very well. You've got some courage, kid. I, Oisin, have always admired the brave. Let's put today's incident behind us. Let's go.”

Just as Oisin and his gang were about to turn around and leave, Donald, who had been sitting in the chair, abruptly rose to his feet.

Oisin's legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel before Donald.

Before he could even react, his extended index finger was already gripped by Donald.

Donald exerted a bit of force, and Oisin immediately began to beg for mercy.

“Ouch! It's going to break! Let go!”

Donald gazed down at Oisin and nonchalantly remarked, “Did I give you permission to leave?”

Seeing that things were going south, Lynette abandoned Oisin and bolted for safety.

With a swift movement, Donald grabbed the ashtray from the table and flung it toward the door.

The shattered glass from the ashtray scraped across Lynette's body, leaving sharp cuts all over her skin.