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

The anticipated explosion did not occur. Instead, a piercing pain shot through her left wrist.

Heather turned her head to look and, to her shock, found that her left wrist had been completely severed without her even realizing when it had happened!

What frightened Heather even more was that Penelope, who was originally standing in front of her, had instantly appeared behind her in the blink of an eye. Penelope was even holding her severed left hand.

"Ah!"

Heather clutched her severed wrist, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

Penelope had no sympathy for a woman like Heather, who constantly sought to drag others down with her.

With a swift chop to the neck from Penelope, Heather instantly fell silent.

With the death of Heather, all the other bodyguards on the cruise ship also fled.

They were the kind of people who got things done for money.

Heather's intention to press the detonator and perish together with them was not a scenario the bodyguards had previously considered.

Thus, after Penelope dealt with Heather, these people suddenly lost their will to continue the fight.

Anyone who was human desired to live.

What was the use of making all the money in the world if one ended up dead?

"Lord Campbell, Aspen has run off."

From their position on the deck, they could see the speedboat that Aspen was riding on was at least five kilometers away by now.

Penelope had no way of causing him any harm from such a distance.

But at that moment, Donald flicked the longsword he was holding in his right hand.

Under the reshaping power of Donald's Stella Warrior energy, the longsword instantly transformed into a javelin.

The long shaft of the javelin was adorned with numerous hollowed-out patterns. These patterns would enable the weapon to fly further and increase its power. With a whoosh, Donald threw the javelin in his hand.

Like a meteor streaking across the night sky, the spear, ablaze with black and red flames, flew toward the speedboat that Aspen was riding.

At first, the flames were just a small cluster.

But as the flight speed increased, the ball of fire on the javelin grew larger and larger.

"Swerve quickly! Dodge this damn thing!"

Sitting on the speedboat, Aspen quickly urged his subordinates to avoid the incoming weapon.

However, the speed of this speedboat was somewhat limited. It was simply impossible to escape from under Donald's watchful eyes.

The javelin hit the speedboat with pinpoint accuracy, instantly turning it into a fireball that exploded with a resounding boom.

Penelope looked at Donald and said, "You've become stronger again."

Donald reached out and pinched Penelope's face, saying, "As the days go by, people naturally have to become stronger. But what about you? Your previous level of strength was always on par with mine, so why haven't you made any progress now?"

Donald's words weren't exactly a reprimand, but they still left Penelope feeling quite unhappy.

As Donald's shadow, Penelope knew that her advantages were not particularly evident compared to the other women.

Jennifer was capable of helping Donald manage his business affairs, while Hannah, with her extensive family connections, could provide support for Donald.

But what about me?

I can only serve as Donald's shadow, assisting him with some external affairs.

If I'm not strong enough, how can I possibly handle those external affairs?

"I'm sorry," Penelope suddenly apologized to Donald, her mood noticeably downcast.

Donald was taken aback for a moment before he gently patted Penelope's head and said, "Silly girl, you never had to be my shadow. What do you have to be sorry for?" Penelope remained standing in the same spot, not uttering a word.

Donald chuckled wryly as he hadn't expected that his casual remark would bring such immense pressure to Penelope.

"How about this? Now that you've stepped out of the shadows, why don't I find something else for you to do?"

Penelope lifted her head to look at Donald. Although she didn't speak, her gaze was clearly questioning him, "What else am I suited for?"