Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 321: Chapter 321 Malicious Means_1

Sergei Harris and Anna Harris had a particularly close relationship, so when she heard someone was targeting Sergei Harris unintentionally, she shook Parveen Carmichael frantically, ignoring the gunshot wound on her leg: “Who exactly is it!”

Women can be truly frightening when they lose control, even Julius Reed did not expect Anna Harris to get so agitated.

The usually docile girl was now like a madwoman.

“It was Sheridan Isolde, Master Isolde…”

At that moment, Parveen Carmichael was scared to death, eager to spill everything he knew.

“Sheridan Isolde?”

Anna Harris blinked, stunned for a moment.

“Anna, why does this name sound so familiar? It feels like I’ve heard it somewhere before.”

Upon hearing the name of Sheridan Isolde, Sergei Harris also felt a sense of deja vu.

“My ex-boyfriend from university…”

Anna Harris clenched her fists tightly: “This beast, to stoop so low as to use such means!”

If it had not been for her insistence on dining at her brother’s restaurant, if Julius Reed hadn’t been so well-connected,

Sergei Harris might have been driven out of Gonzalez City by now. Years of hard work gone to waste, and even his life would have been in danger!

“Sheridan Isolde!”

Anna Harris gritted her teeth in hatred.

“Master Isolde instructed us to drive Sergei Harris out. He has arranged manpower and vehicles on the unavoidable routes for Sergei Harris, intending to stage a traffic accident. To turn Sergei Harris into a vegetable, or cripple him for life…”

Towards the end, Parveen Carmichael didn’t even dare to look up at Anna Harris’s gaze.

“What…”

Sergei Harris only felt dizzy, nearly passing out.

He thought all he had to do was leave Gonzalez City to avoid trouble, but little did he know that the other party was forcing him down a path with no return!

Not even a chance to survive!

How deep was this grudge?

“Such a ruthless person!”

Even Aron Jackson, who was accustomed to harshness, couldn’t help but feel it was cruel.

It would have been one thing to target adversaries, but what’s worse, they were targeting an ordinary person,

an innocent, unarmed civilian.

“Julius, this Sheridan Isolde, is the young man whose wrist you stabbed with a steel fork in the restaurant! It seems he harbored a grudge because of that incident!”

Quella Radcliffe frowned, feeling extremely distressed.

Sergei Harris was Anna Harris’s real brother; if something happened to him, she couldn’t bear to think of the consequences.

“Everyone, this has nothing to do with me! I’m just taking money for a job, and… and I had no idea Sergei Harris knew you guys, the bosses. If I had known, even if you lent me a hundred guts, I, Parveen Carmichael, wouldn’t dare harbor such thoughts!”

Parveen Carmichael knelt on the ground, incessantly kowtowing.

“Where have they set up the planned traffic accident?”

Julius Reed gently shook the soda bottle in his hand, asking leisurely: “And where is Sheridan Isolde right now?”

“There’s a truck at the intersection ahead, Master Isolde… Sheridan Isolde is worried that won’t be enough to kill him, so he’s staged vehicles at the next three intersections. Once Sergei Harris steps out of this door, even with the strength of three heads and six arms, he will…”

Parveen Carmichael said, lowering his head in fear and daring not say more.

Sergei Harris was covered in cold sweat upon hearing this and felt a sense of weakness overcome him.

“Quella!”

Anna Harris turned around and knelt down in front of Quella Radcliffe with a ‘thud’.

“Anna, what are you doing!”

Quella Radcliffe hurried over, extending her hand to help Anna Harris up.

They were best friends as well as close friends.

“No! I’ve been with you for so long and have never asked you for anything!” Anna Harris’s tears flowed uncontrollably.

“Please! Let me have my revenge! I know you have the power, Sheridan Isolde has gone too far, I beg you, take care of him for me!”

By the end, Anna Harris was sobbing uncontrollably.

If anything were to happen to Sergei Harris because of her, Anna Harris would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

“I only hate that I was once blind, that I trusted others too easily! Quella, I, Anna Harris, am begging you!”

With those words, Anna Harris heavily bowed her head in a kowtow.

“Julius!”

Quella Radcliffe turned around and knelt directly in front of Julius Reed.

“Wife! What are you doing? Get up quickly!”

Julius Reed, who was usually unshakable, jumped up as if he had sat on a needle.

“You’re my wife! What’s all this about!”

Without thinking, he pulled Quella Radcliffe up.

“I’m begging you, help Anna Harris this once.”

Quella Radcliffe’s eyes were resolute and angry,

and filled with a murderous intent.

This was the first time Julius Reed had seen such intention to kill in Quella Radcliffe’s eyes in three years.

“Then why kneel? Just one word from you, whether heaven or earth, I await your command!”

Julius Reed embraced Quella Radcliffe tightly: “I promise you.”

“Thank you.”

Quella Radcliffe closed her eyes, and two teardrops rolled down.

“Aron Jackson, take your men and come with me to find Sheridan Isolde!”

Julius Reed’s voice became stern and authoritative.

“Mr. Reed, about this matter…”

Whoosh!

Before Dominating Tiger could finish speaking, he was kicked by Julius Reed and slammed into the wall.

“Cough cough…”

He knelt on one knee, blood oozing from his mouth.

“Next time, you’ll be dead too!”

Julius Reed’s gaze turned frosty as he turned and stepped out of Harris’s King Prawn.

“Anna Harris, if you want revenge, bring your brother and follow me!”

“Okay!”

Taking a deep breath, Anna Harris clenched Sergei Harris’s hand and followed closely behind.

In the vast hotpot restaurant, only Aron Jackson and Dominating Tiger were left.

“Boss, I…”

Dominating Tiger’s face was pale, his chest wracked with sharp pains.

“Mr. Reed is protecting you; anyone else would be dead today!”

Aron Jackson took out a cigarette with trembling hands, clutched it, then placed it back into the pack.

“I know.”

Dominating Tiger’s face was filled with bitterness.

“Let’s go. This Gonzalez City is about to experience another uprising of violent storms and bloodshed.”

When Aron Jackson got up from the ground, he nearly fell over.

…

The Shangri-La of Gonzalez City Dragon Rise.

“Put some strength into it!”

Sheridan Isolde was lying in a presidential suite, surrounded by several scantily clad women.

They were massaging him at that moment.

“Serve me well later, and I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded!”

Sheridan Isolde took tens of thousands of US dollars from the nightstand and smacked them on a woman’s buttocks.

Another woman brought over a plate of grapes and fed them to Sheridan Isolde one by one.

“You dogs, bark for me!”

While embracing women on both sides, he laughed uproariously.

“Woof!”

One of the women immediately got on all fours on the bed and barked like a dog.

“Good girl! Here’s your reward.”

Sheridan Isolde flicked out ten Green Notes, sliding them into the woman’s cleavage.

“Thank you, Master Isolde.”

She gave him a flirtatious wink which only made Sheridan Isolde’s arousal escalate.

“Haha! I wonder if that dog has died yet!”

He pulled out his phone and called the several drivers he had arranged: “So, is everything settled smoothly?”

Whoosh!

Just then, the door of the room was violently burst open!

“Ah…”

The women exclaimed in shock, quickly diving under the covers.

“Who the fuck is blind!”

Putting down his phone, Sheridan Isolde got out of the bed and strode toward the door.

“How could it be you!”

When he saw Sergei Harris, his body suddenly froze.