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

Chapter 1134 Let Us See Who Is More Ruthless

Whenever individuals from Yorksland encountered foreigners, they were always fascinated by their unique and charming presence.

Therefore, whenever a girl, who may have seemed quite ordinary to foreigners, arrived in Yorksland, there was always a group of men who became captivated and pursued her.

The same was true abroad.

Cassimo was an arrogant man with few hobbies, but the one drawing the most criticism was his lecherous nature.

From the moment he first saw Geraldine, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Geraldine had a youthful, beautiful appearance, and to add to her allure, she came from outside Iugrea.

The temptation was completely irresistible for Cassimo.

He approached Geraldine with a gun in hand, followed closely by his few subordinates.

"Who would have imagined that a casual dinner outing would lead me to encounter such a beautiful lady?"

Cassimo placed his gun on the table, trying to sound smooth as he said, "Miss, is this your first time in Iugrea? Dinner's on me tonight. You're welcome to stay, but these two need to leave immediately."

Upon witnessing Geraldine being harassed, Lina quickly presented her work permit to Cassimo.

She then spoke solemnly. "Cassimo, I'm with the Havenzo family, and Ms. Harper is the esteemed guest of the Head of the Havenzo family. I suggest you mind your manners."

"The Havenzo family?"

Cassimo sneered, "That's the family led by a doll, right? I might have shown some respect to your former family head if he were still alive, but now..."

Cassimo drew a dagger from his waist and pressed it against Lina's neck.

"I'll say it one last time. The beautiful lady stays, but the two of you can get lost."

Lina was helpless because the other party did not take the Havenzo family seriously at all.

Just as she was about to call Letizia, Donald, seated beside her, impatiently complained, "The dining experience in Iugrea is so horrible. Wherever you go, you're bound to encounter some flies."

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cassimo couldn't understand Chanaean, but he knew for sure that Donald wasn't saying something nice.

Just as he was about to teach Donald a lesson, a dark shadow suddenly whisked past his ear.

Before Cassimo could react, one of his subordinates suddenly covered his eyes and began to scream in agony.

"Ah! My eyes! I've gone blind!"

Blood began streaming down from his subordinate's eyes. Cassimo looked down, realizing only then that his subordinate had been hit by a coffee cup.

Is this brat truly unafraid of death that he boldly harms others in front of me?

Cassimo reached out to grab the gun on the table.

The moment his three fingers made contact with the gun, a fork swiftly plunged into the back of his hand.

"Ah!"

The intense pain turned Cassimo's legs to jelly, forcing him to his knees.

He dared not remove the fork, nor did he have the courage to move his right hand at that point.

His subordinates behind him swiftly seized their guns and aimed at Donald.

The moment Cassimo gave the order, bullets would rain down on Donald instantly.

However, Donald, with a fork in hand, appeared completely unfazed and unperturbed by the guns.

He looked at Cassimo and calmly said, "Instruct your men to put their guns down."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Cassimo's eyes.

"You brat! You dare lay a hand on me? Aren't you afraid of—"

Psst!

Before Cassimo could finish his sentence, Donald tightened his grip and twisted the fork half a turn clockwise.

Cassimo felt as though the fork was about to reach his own bone.

He quickly turned to his subordinates and commanded, "Put your guns away! Do you want to see my hand get broken?"

Cassimo had no doubt that if he allowed the shooting, Donald would lose his life on the spot.

However, he felt that his hand deserved more than just Donald's life. Having the latter pay with his own life was too cheap a consequence.

Therefore, he thought the deal was not worth it.