Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 797

After all, Jennifer was prepared to enjoy an intimate night with Donald.

She even asked Linda and the others to leave, so it was unlikely she'd invite her best friend to hang out.

“What's the matter? You don't welcome me?” Geraldine brushed the hair in front of her forehead and beamed.

I wonder if it's because of the wine that makes me feel like Geraldine's looking really pretty right now. Compared to Jennifer's graceful demeanor, Geraldine's more like an elegant princess. Even though she's gorgeous, there's also a refreshing vibe to her. I can't help but feel a strong urge to protect her at all costs. Upon taking a deep breath, Donald suppressed the idea in his mind. “It's not good tonight. Jennifer's asleep. Hence, if you have anything you want to speak to her about, you should visit tomorrow.”

Geraldine grinned. “I know she's asleep, which is why I came at this time.”

“What do you mean by that?” Donald's gaze was stilled.

Just as he ended his sentence, Geraldine abruptly withdrew a dagger from her handbag and stabbed it in his direction.

Donald didn't expect Geraldine would suddenly attack him.

Reflexively, he stepped backward and clutched her right wrist.

“Who are you?” He applied slight pressure to her wrist, intending to interrogate her.

To his surprise, Geraldine grunted tenderly, “Be gentler. It hurts.”

Tears welled in her eyes.

Her pitiful expression elicited Donald's sympathy, spurring him to release her subconsciously.

Using that opportunity, Geraldine slipped away from his restraint like a slick eel.

While she was weak, she was precise with her attack as she thrust the dagger toward Donald's vital organ.

Donald was almost injured by her assault a few times.

“That's enough!” Suddenly, he expanded his force field. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The agile Geraldine swiftly dropped to the ground.

The difference in their prowess was so overwhelming that Donald could subdue Geraldine without doing much.

I don't understand why someone as weak as her believes she's capable of killing me. Without delay, he gripped Geraldine's neck and lifted her.

With reddened eyes, he questioned, “Who sent you?”

Unexpectedly, there was no fear in Geraldine's eyes.

It was as though she didn't have any bones as she wrapped her thick thighs around his waist. “Who says I'm here to kill you?”

Geraldine winked, her cheeks reddening due to a lack of oxygen.

In response, Donald tightened his grip on her neck, draining her strength.

Coldly, he threatened, “Don't give me that. If you refuse to tell me, I'll kill you first and launch an investigation on my own later.”

Though ruthless, he was ready to loosen his grip if Geraldine begged for mercy so she could breathe.

However, it was as though Geraldine didn't care about her life whatsoever.

Even when Donald squeezed her neck so hard that she rolled her eyes, a confident smile remained on her face.

Just as Donald was about to choke her to death, he roared furiously and tossed her to the couch.

He didn't kill her in the end because he didn't sense any murderous intent emanating from her.

Feeling as though he was on fire, Donald rushed upstairs. Meanwhile, Geraldine twitched on the couch for a while before regaining consciousness.

The next morning, when Jennifer roused from her slumber, she noticed Donald lying beside her and smiled.