Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade
Chapter 742

Chapter 742 Lick Her Shoes

"Do you two lowlives even know what this place is? How hold of you to sneak in here. I could order the Jeffersons' men to shoo you out and give you a good beating, you know?" Sheryl sneered at them arrogantly.

Caleb was just as furious when he saw Alex. Earlier, he had no choice but to compromise because he had no backup and knew he could not defeat the latter single-handedly.

However, with the four bodyguards as his backing, his confidence had returned.

"Give me back my car, you smelly beggar! Or I will have my men break your legs and turn you into an actual beggar!" Caleb threatened.

A frown immediately creased Alex's forehead. It was Stanley's birthday, and he did not wish to waste his time on those people, yet they refused to leave him alone.

"You're the beggars! My daddy is a superhero who'll defeat evil villains like you!" Stanley stood before Alex, glaring at them fearlessly.

A warm smile graced Alex's lips when he saw how the morning's incident had apparently inspired his son.

However, Sheryl stepped forward and pushed Stanley to the ground, totally disregarding the fact that he was merely a boy.

"Huh! Your father's a smelly beggar, and you're just his little bastard. Say any more nonsense, and I'll cut your tongue off!"

At that, memories of the dark basement popped into Stanley's mind once again, and his deepest fears then crept into his heart. The little boy immediately broke down into tears, wailing uncontrollably on the ground.

Alex picked up the crying child and held him in his arms. Then he shot a chilly glance at the mother and. son duo, who were both looking pretty pleased with themselves. "Impressive! The Simpsons of Kenfort. huh?"

He could not believe they had the audacity to bully his son during the boy's birthday party, and right before his eyes too. It seemed a lot like they had a death wish, and he had half a mind to satisfy their desires.

Utterly ignorant of the sarcasm in his words, the two seemed genuinely proud of themselves. Sheryl responded loftily, "That's right! We're the Simpson family from Kenfort. Since you know that, kneel and beg for mercy now! Maybe after that, my son wouldn't kill you outright when he vents his anger on you later. As for that little rascal, I'll let him go as long as he licks my high heels clean."

Caleb burst out laughing, "What a great idea, Mom. I wouldn't have thought of that myself."

That beggar commanded me to kneel before him just now, but look how the tables have turned! Now it would be him -who has to kneel before us instead, and even that little rascal would have to lick our shoes as punishment!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he felt.

To Alex, they were merely a couple of donkeys. However, since they dared to make such outrageous demands, he found no reason to be courteous toward them anymore.

Approaching them with a smirk on his lips, he asked, "Are you sure that's what you want? For me to kneel

Sheryl and Caleb were used to people sucking up to them. Thinking Alex was finally fearful of them, they both nodded haughtily.

In the next second, a burst of excruciating pain shot up from their feet as Alex delivered vicious stomps on them over and over again.

He did not hold back his strength the slightest, quickly destroying their shoes under his feet.

As screams of pain escaped from their throats, many heads instantly swiveled in their direction.

Yann, who was engaged in a conversation with one of the guests, turned toward them as well. Upon noticing the familiarity in their voices and figures, he excused himself and went to them hastily. When he reached their spot, he saw that they were indeed his wife and son.

However, they were both an embarrassing sight as they rolled on the floor, holding their mangled feet and howling in pain.