Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

The Ridge sisters were just as fierce, and even compared to Knox Ridge, Emeric Ridge was even more formidable.

There was only one son in her family, and she had spoiled him from childhood.

Even skipping classes and fighting, she, as a mother, never interfered or asked about it, resulting in Federico Yarrow scoring just over a hundred points on his college entrance exam.

That score of just over a hundred was obtained through cheating. After pulling some strings, he barely managed to get into a vocational college.

Seeing Quella Radcliffe striking Federico Yarrow, Emeric Ridge was instantly enraged!

She had never had the heart to hit her son even once since he was small, and now it was this sister’s turn to educate him? Coupled with Julius Reed’s rough behavior just now, she simply vented all her anger on Quella Radcliffe.

“Hey!”

Knox Ridge, who was on the side, just wanted to stop her, but it was already too late!

Emeric Ridge’s palm whooshed through the air, heading straight for Quella Radcliffe!

Bang!

Just at that moment, Julius Reed, who had been facing away from them, suddenly turned around and kicked Emeric Ridge’s arm!

“Ouch!”

The kick was so powerful that Emeric Ridge screamed in pain and curled up on the ground.

“You motherf*cker are looking for death!”

Federico Yarrow pulled out a knife from his waist and charged straight at Julius Reed!

He was never a good student, often involved in fights and brawls, and he always carried a small knife with him.

“Be careful!”

Quella Radcliffe cried out in alarm, her heart suddenly leaping into her throat.

But how could such riffraff possibly harm Julius Reed?

Accompanied by a scream, the small knife was already pressed against Federico Yarrow’s neck.

“What do you think you’re doing… I’m warning you, if you dare touch me, I’ll have my boys chop you to pieces!”

A panicking Federico Yarrow kept threatening.

He hung out with a bunch of bad students every day, getting into fights all the time, and now faced with danger, he naturally called out his gang of fair-weather friends.

“Oh? Is that so?”

Julius Reed extended the knife slightly forward, and the sharp blade immediately left a bloody mark on Federico Yarrow’s neck.

“Big brother… brother-in-law! I’m sorry, please… don’t mess around…’

The excruciating pain made Federico Yarrow’s body tremble, and his tongue started to tie itself in knots. He could tell that if he dared utter another useless word, Julius Reed would really cut his throat.

“Brother-in-law…’

While speaking, a warm stream trickled between Federico Yarrow’s legs, as he had been scared to the point of wetting his pants.

“You, living off a woman, dare act this way in front of the Ridge family…” Clang!

Emeric Ridge had just stood up and, before she could finish her sentence, the dagger was now embedded in the door behind her, less than a centimeter from her neck.

Following a shrill scream, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.

“Julius Reed, you…”

Knox Ridge wanted to curse some more, but recalling Julius Reed’s ferocious demeanor, she quickly swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. “Quella Radcliffe, you better control your man!”

After leaving behind that half-hearted threat, she dragged Emeric Ridge out of the room.

Federico Yarrow also hurriedly scrambled up from the floor, trailing embarrassingly behind her. The room fell silent once again.

“I’m sorry.”

Quella Radcliffe took a deep breath and said softly, with her head lowered.

This place was supposed to be her and Julius Reed’s private world, a place chosen to avoid her own parents.

But now, Zade Radcliffe and his wife had actually followed them here, not only settling in themselves but also bringing their relatives, and even turning Julius Reed’s room upside down.

“It’s not your fault!”

Julius Reed gently touched her head, comforting her, “Don’t blame yourself, after all, you are my wife!”

At this moment, he no longer held that arrogant demeanor; instead, he was like a domesticated husband, comforting his aggrieved wife.

“Julius!”

Quella Radcliffe hugged him tightly, her voice breaking with pain.

The afternoon passed quickly, and since their home was in chaos, Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed didn’t dine there. Instead, they found a random restaurant for a meal and afterwards strolled around the neighborhood.

Federico Yarrow was nowhere to be seen all afternoon, but Emeric Ridge woke up and had been crying and persuading Knox Ridge to kick Julius Reed out. Facing these issues, Quella Radcliffe felt helpless. The house belonged to Julius

Reed, yet they wanted to drive the owner out?

“You should work from home for a while.”

Julius Reed, with his hands in his pockets, walked on the cobblestone path, looking up at the sky, “Things aren’t safe lately; staying at home will be safer.”

“Okay!”

Quella Radcliffe nodded. She hooked her arm through Julius Reed’s and quietly rested her head on his shoulder.

“You should stay home too, I’m worried about you.”

There had been too many incidents lately; not to mention the constant assassination attempts, there were plenty who openly sought trouble as well.

In such turbulent times, she didn’t want her man to be in danger.

“I’d like nothing more than to live a quiet life with you, but some people won’t allow it.”

Julius Reed shook his head helplessly, “Once I solve all these troubles, then we can live that quiet life together.”

“Okay! You better not lie to me!”

Quella Radcliffe nuzzled him affectionately, playfully saying, “Liars are little puppies…” “This wav!”

As the couple were chatting, a group of youths caught up to them from behind.

“That’s him! Beat him to a pulp later, I’ll take the blame if anything happens!” Federico Yarrow pointed at Julius Reed and told a group of young men.

“What about this woman?”

They each had dyed hair and their bodies were covered in messy tattoos.

In their hands were wooden sticks, clearly prepared in advance.

“The woman is my sister! Leave her to me! Beat up the guy, and I’ll treat you all to drinks tonight.”

Federico Yarrow snorted coldly and strode up to Quella Radcliffe, “Sis, you slapped me today, even our mom has never hit me like that! You see, I have a bunch of brothers behind me.”

He rolled up his sleeves, with a righteous tone, “How about this! Let me slap you, and we call it even! Anyway, I still have to live in your house, consider it a favor I’m doing for you!”

“Even daring to hit Yarrow, are you tired of living!”

“Mr. Yarrow, no matter who touches you, your brothers will never let them off!”

“If she wasn’t your sister, I would’ve broken her hand today!”

The group of young men behind him kept egging him on, each acting like a street tough.

Used to fighting and causing trouble, smoking, drinking, spending their parents’ money recklessly—all in the name of brotherhood.

Today, after hearing that Yarrow was slapped, they were eager to take revenge and rushed over.

“Let’s go, they’re just a bunch of kids. Don’t pay them any mind!”

Quella Radcliffe quickly pulled Julius Reed to leave.

After all, Yarrow was her own brother. These kids had no idea of the magnitude they were dealing with, but she knew how formidable Julius Reed could be.

A group of Shadow Warriors couldn’t handle her husband, so what chance would these kids have?

But to Yarrow and the others, it seemed as if Quella Radcliffe was trying to escape!

“Guys, lay into him! This bastard pulled a knife on me; can you stand it?”

Federico Yarrow yelled, picking up a wooden stick and heading towards Julius Reed.

“Dare to draw a knife on you, is he looking for death?” The others, fueled by his words, blazed with anger.

“Attack!”

Yarrow ran up behind the two and fiercely swung his stick down!