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I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 809-YOU SHOULD BE PREPARED TO LOSE EVERYTHING
Five minutes later, the sound of light footsteps could be heard from the direction of the stairs. Miranda, still wearing her silk pajamas, descended gracefully, her face masked with a soft yet unreadable smile. When her gaze met the unfamiliar figure sitting with an arrogant posture in her living room, Miranda feigned ignorance, pretending not to recognize who the man was. “Oh,” she said softly, tilting her head as if curious, “I didn’t know we had a guest this morning.” She walked closer, standing in front of Joseph with a deliberately attentive demeanor. “What brings you here, Sir? And why did you enter my house so... boldly?” Joseph raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without a word, he poured wine into a second glass, then slid it slowly towards Miranda. “Don’t pretend you don’t know, your acting is quite obvious to me,” he said, his voice low yet authoritative. “Haven’t you been trying hard to find out about me?” Joseph paused, enjoying the faint
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 810-ABOUT THE NEWS
After Joseph left the house, Miranda stood in the center of the grand hall, her face livid. In a cold voice, almost a whisper yet filled with threat, she called all the servants and guards inside. "Absolutely useless!" Miranda glared at them sharply, her expression terrifying. "How could you let that man get in so easily?! Are none of you fit to work here?!" One of the servants tried to explain, his voice trembling. "I’m sorry, Madam... but that man was too strong. He overpowered all the guards outside. We—” “Shut up!” Miranda cut him off sharply, her tone seething with anger. “I don’t care about your excuses. All the guards and security in this house should be able to handle a single man! What were you doing?!” The servants and guards lowered their heads, none daring to meet her gaze. Miranda took a deep breath, her expression filled with disgust, then continued, “Listen carefully. If there’s another mistake like this, you will all be replaced, one by one! I will not allow a
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 811-CHARLES
In an opulent living room with a classic interior and expensive furnishings... A woman in an elegant gown, Miranda, is seated on the sofa, her face betraying a tension she cannot hide. Charles enters the room with a calm stride. He looks at Miranda sharply, then sits in a chair opposite her. With a flat tone, Charles asks, "What happened today? I received reports of a disturbance at your mansion." Miranda takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself before speaking. "Joseph," she says with a trembling voice, "He broke into my mansion this morning. He overpowered all my men without mercy." Charles scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "He came, and he brought a threat. He said we need to surrender, to shut down the remote system we’re using to sabotage his project," Miranda continued. "He’s serious this time, Charles. He even threatened me, saying if I don’t back down, he’ll bring us to war." Charles’ voice turns mocking. "War? Does he forget who he’s challenging?"
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 812-AN INVITATION
In a luxurious hotel suite, Joseph stood by a large window overlooking the sparkling city skyline. It was late at night, but his mind was still filled with plans and strategies. His phone vibrated, and the screen displayed a familiar name: Professor Rowan. “Professor,” Joseph greeted, answering the call in a flat tone. “Any new developments?” The firm voice of Professor Rowan came through the line. “Mr. Joseph, I have an important report. We’ve rechecked the project device system, and... Miranda’s connection is still active. The sabotage is ongoing.” Joseph fell silent for a moment, his expression turning cold. He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the boiling anger within him. Just yesterday, he had warned Miranda to cut off that connection. But it seemed she had not only ignored his warning but had chosen to challenge him instead. “So, she still dares to defy me,” Joseph muttered to himself. “I warned her.” Joseph clenched his jaw, staring out the window with a piercing
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 813-CUT THE SMALL TALK
The next day, Joseph arrived at Miranda's luxurious mansion. Outside, the building was adorned with crystal lights that radiated opulence. Jacky accompanied Joseph to the main entrance, but there, a security guard dressed in a neat uniform politely stopped them. “Sorry, Sir,” the guard said with a respectful bow toward Joseph. “Only guests with invitation cards are allowed inside.” Jacky glanced at Joseph with concern. “Let me come in with you. I want to protect you, Boss.” Joseph gave a slight smile, handing his golden invitation card to the guard. “I don’t need protection, Jacky. You know that.” “But—” Jacky tried to protest, but Joseph raised his hand. “Wait outside,” Joseph ordered, his tone cold but firm. “Stay in position and make sure our men are ready if I signal. I’ll be fine.” Jacky nodded, though it was clear he was still worried. “All right. We’ll keep watch around the perimeter. Don’t hesitate to call us if anything happens, Boss.” “Trust me,” Joseph repli
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 814-HIS GRANDPA
Charles finally stopped. He leaned back in his chair, then stared at Joseph intently with a haughty smile. “If you really want to continue with that project, then you’ll have to work with us. We—the ones in this global elite network—will take a share of the profits. Fifty percent for us, and fifty percent for you.” Joseph listened calmly, his expression remaining neutral, showing not the slightest hint of an emotional reaction. “And if you’re thinking about refusing,” Charles continued, narrowing his eyes, “then I’m ready to go to war with you until one of us is dead—just as you want.” “You may have won many battles against powerful noble families in various countries. But the global elite… We’re different. We are a force that you cannot simply defeat!" Charles sneered, reinforcing his point. A few men around him nodded in agreement, as if Charles’s words were an undeniable truth. Charles then leaned forward, his face only inches from Joseph’s. “You should know who your op
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 815-12 HOURS AGO
12 hours ago, in Aussa, Elite X Residence. In the backyard of the elite residence, the air was calm and filled with the sweet scent of lavender. A graceful woman with an unreadable expression served a cup of tea to her guest, none other than her former father-in-law, Mr. Thalib. The sky was clear, and birds chirped in the nearby trees, creating a peaceful harmony in the midst of this strange meeting. "So... what brings Daddy to come here?" Jennifer asked with a calm yet slightly curious tone. Mr. Thalib rarely visited, especially without a clear reason. Mr. Thalib nodded slightly, touching the peach tea that had just been served. He sipped it slowly, as if gathering the words he was about to say. His face was calm but filled with firmness. "I came to protect my grandson," Mr. Thalib said in a low, meaningful voice. He carefully set the cup back down, his gaze unwavering from Jennifer. Jennifer raised her eyebrows slightly. She didn't show much surprise, but it was clear
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 816-MADAM BOSS
In a luxurious conference room, its ceiling adorned with glittering crystal chandeliers, a long table was surrounded by figures well-known in the world of global power. They were the elites who held control over politics, economics, and military forces worldwide. At the center of the table stood a man in a sleek black suit, his face serious and full of authority—Charles, the leader of this meeting. The attendees listened intently to every word that left his lips. “What’s the plan you’re proposing, Charles?” asked Miranda, one of the most powerful members at the table, crossing her arms and looking directly at him. Charles stepped closer to the large strategy board displaying a map of the conflict zone. He pointed to several red markers indicating the positions of Joseph’s forces. “We’ll deploy more hidden snipers. Our main target is Joseph. I want him dead by tomorrow.” “How many snipers are you talking about?” asked an old man at the end of the table, Robert, his eyebrows fur
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