Useless son in-law reincarnated as a crimelord

Lost the child.

Oswald's expression darkened as Anita’s words reached him. His right hand shot out, clamping tightly around her neck. Her eyes widened in fear, but before she could utter another word, Oswald hoisted her off the ground, her legs flailing beneath her as she struggled to breathe. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her skin, her face rapidly turning a bright red.

"If my sister doesn’t make it out alive," Oswald hissed, venom dripping from every word, "I’ll burn this entire fucking hotel down—with everyone inside." His voice was low, controlled, yet menacing.

Anita clawed at his hand, her breaths shallow and erratic as his fingers crushed her windpipe. He held her there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of his threat hanging in the air like a death sentence. Only when her struggles became faint did he let her drop, her body collapsing in a heap at his feet, coughing and gasping for air.

Without another glance at her, Oswald turned and stormed toward the staircase, his f