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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
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 817-FOR VICTORY
In a luxurious hotel with dim lights reflecting off the marble floors, the atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Hundreds of members of the G Alliance gathered, standing tall in their black uniforms. Among them, Joseph sat in the main chair, his eyes fixed on an electronic map projecting the Obamo military field onto a large screen in front of him. Jacky, clutching a folder anxiously, stood beside Joseph. His face looked tense, and with a low but clear voice, he began reporting the situation. “They have confirmed the location of tomorrow’s war,” Jacky said, pointing at the map on the screen. “6 a.m., at Obamo military field.” Jacky, still standing next to him, redirected Joseph’s attention back to the room. “Boss, this is what worries us,” he said, his voice sounding more anxious. “The latest intel indicates they will deploy a thousand mercenaries. Meanwhile, we only have three hundred troops here. If we request reinforcements from the eastern region, they won’t arrive in
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 818-A HELICOPTER
At 5:30 in the morning, the atmosphere in the private room was tense. m At a long table, Charles sat in the middle, flanked by Miranda on his left, and six other men, senior members of the global elite group. When a guard entered with quick steps, all heads turned toward him. “Mr. Charles, Miss Miranda,” the guard spoke respectfully. “Joseph and his troops have arrived at the Obamo military field. They only brought about three hundred soldiers, but they seem very ready and eager for war.” Charles nodded slowly, not responding immediately. He stared straight ahead, his expression blank as if processing the information. On the other hand, Miranda looked slightly anxious. She glanced at Charles with a worried look, nervously fidgeting with her pale fingers. “What should we do, Charles?” Miranda asked, her voice breaking the silence in the room. “We aren’t going to proceed with this war, right? Madam Boss has already ordered it to be canceled. There are no snipers, no mercenaries
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 819-DO IT
Charles and Miranda ran toward Jennifer and Joseph, their faces filled with worry and uncertainty. The woman known as Madam Boss looked at Joseph with a calm, blank expression, mirrored by Joseph’s own cold gaze. In that moment, there was a powerful silence between them, an unspoken tension that only they seemed to understand. Charles, nervous and struggling to find the right words, stepped forward first. “Madam Boss, this is Joseph,” he said, gesturing to the young man standing opposite them. “He is the leader of the forces that were originally planning to wage war against us. But after receiving your order, we have cancel all preparations.” Charles hesitated, wanting to elaborate, “We—” But Jennifer, the woman they referred to as Madam Boss, cut him off. Her eyes remained fixed on Joseph, not even glancing at Charles. “There’s no need to explain, Charles,” she said coolly. “I’ve already looked into everything myself.” Charles felt a cold sweat run down the side of his face
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 820-JUST SAY IT
Charles, Miranda, and six men from the global elite alliance stared at Joseph in disbelief. They had just heard the punishment Joseph demanded: kneeling, licking his shoes, and barking like dogs. This wasn’t just an insult; it was the complete destruction of their dignity in front of their Madam Boss! “Madam Boss, you’re not serious, are you?” Charles asked with a trembling voice, trying to maintain composure despite the cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Jennifer remained standing tall, her expression emotionless. She gave a short nod, signaling her agreement with Joseph’s decision. “Just do it,” she said softly, her words as sharp as a blade. Charles clenched his fists, his anger and humiliation evident. But he knew better than to defy Madam Boss’s orders. Reluctantly, he was the first to kneel, followed by Miranda and the six others. Joseph turned casually, waving a hand toward Jacky, his assistant. “Record everything. I want this documented properly,” he said, his t
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CHAPTER 845-THE END
In the Hospital Corridor The hospital corridor felt eerily quiet, though the sound of medical staff's footsteps and the occasional beeping of machines broke the silence. Joseph sat on a long bench, gripping his phone tightly, his mind wandering far. Occasionally, he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Mr. Barta patted his son-in-law’s shoulder. "Katty is a strong woman. Trust me, she’ll be fine." Before Joseph could respond, the cry of a baby suddenly echoed from the operating room. He immediately stood up, his face filled with happiness. The operating room door opened, and a doctor stepped out, removing their mask. "Mr. Joseph?" the doctor called. "Yes, Doctor?" "Congratulations, Mr. Joseph. Your son has been born." Those words made Joseph feel like a great weight had been lifted from him. He couldn’t contain his wide smile. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much!" Mr. Barta raised his hands in the air. "My grandson!" he cheered. Ten minutes later, Joseph w
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CHAPTER 844-MISSION COMPLETE
Then.... The sound of rapid gunfire echoed through the air! Joseph stood motionless, calmly waiting amidst the chaos. Heavy footsteps reverberated across the room. Members of the G Alliance emerged from the front door, their rifles still warm from their shots. They had taken down all of Ramond’s soldiers with flawless precision, moving like machines devoid of mercy. The G Alliance members had long trained to shoot in complete darkness, even with their eyes closed. This level of skill now allowed them to dominate their enemies despite the pitch-black conditions. “Turn on the lights,” Joseph ordered curtly, his voice authoritative. Ultra-bright flashlights snapped on, instantly illuminating the room. The light revealed a gruesome scene: twenty of Ramond’s soldiers lay lifeless on the floor, their blood pooling beneath them. The stench of gunpowder mixed with blood filled the air, causing Ramond to cough as he scanned the horrifying aftermath with fear and rage. “You…” Ram
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CHAPTER 843-IN THE DARKNESS
Jennifer stood frozen in place, her body trembling, her once graceful face now etched with frustration and despair. Slowly, her hand moved to the folds of her dress, drawing out a small pistol that gleamed under the dim light. All eyes locked onto her—Joseph remained silent, his gaze as cold as ice, while Ramond sneered with a smug grin, full of disdain and mockery. Zako, usually quick to act, now watching with a mix of anxiety and helplessness. Jennifer raised the pistol to her head, her hand shaking uncontrollably. "This is all my fault..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but no one moved to stop her. She lifted her head slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Joseph's. Yet, there was no response from her son—no empathy, no hesitation, just a chilling, unyielding silence. Jennifer’s gaze grew vacant. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and without warning, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Her body crumpled t
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CHAPTER 842-BIG SECRET
The dim light from the chandelier cast sharp shadows across Joseph’s cold face. His eyes scanned the room sharply, observing each person within it. Jacky tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. He was barely hanging on, his life slipping away. Joseph glanced briefly at Jacky before redirecting his focus to the three figures before him. Jennifer abruptly stood, clutching a nearly empty wine glass in her trembling hand. Her face was pale, and though she tried to mask her nerves, her shaking fingers betrayed her unease. Ramond, in contrast, lounged casually in his chair, legs crossed as if there were nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, Zako appeared far more alert, his eyes darting between Joseph and the exit. “So,” Joseph’s deep, cold voice shattered the silence, “I come here and find myself... entertained by quite the show.” Jennifer quickly drank the rest of her wine, trying to steady herself. But as Joseph’s gaze locked onto hers, she froze. The woman, typically full
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CHAPTER 841-JOSEPH....
The room was dark and empty. Only the sound of Jacky’s footsteps echoed, filling the oppressive silence. His eyes scanned every corner, his pistol aimed forward, ready for any threat. But there was nothing—no Ramond, no Jennifer, no Zako. Only the cold air brushing against his skin like an invisible menace.Jacky growled, kicking over an old wooden chair that lay in the middle of the room. “Damn it! They escaped!” he yelled, his anger burning hot. He rubbed his temples, trying to steady the frustration boiling inside him. But before he could plan his next move, something unexpected happened.Out of nowhere, a coarse cloth wrapped tightly around his face. Someone yanked a bag over his head, cutting off his vision entirely.Jacky struggled, punching and thrashing, but his attacker was strong. Two firm hands restrained him with precision. Within seconds, he was forced into a chair, his body tied down with ropes that quickly bound his wrists and ankles.“Who are you?!” Jacky shouted, his
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CHAPTER 840-BOOM!!!!!
In the basement...The damp atmosphere clung to the space, making the air feel oppressively heavy.At the center of the room stood an old wooden table strewn with papers and maps. In one corner, Ramond sat on a worn-out chair, dressed in a faded shirt. Despite his simple appearance, his chilling aura remained unmistakable.The creaking of the wooden door broke the silence. Jennifer appeared, carrying two large bags filled with food supplies and water bottles. Her once-elegant dress now looked slightly disheveled, as if the long journey to this hidden place had drained her energy."Ramond," she said softly, lowering the bags onto the floor. "I brought food and necessities to last you a few days. I hope it’s enough."Ramond lifted his head, a faint smile forming on his lips—a smile that was both calming and enigmatic. "My darling," he greeted her warmly, his tone as smooth as ever. "You never fail to impress me."Jennifer lowered her gaze, avoiding his penetrating stare.Ramond rose fro
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CHAPTER 839-WALK INTO THE BUSHES
Ramond was a name well-known among the global elite, not only for his ruthlessness but also for his uncanny ability to manipulate. However, behind the mask of power he always wore, there was a hidden truth: Ramond owned nothing. Everything—his wealth, assets, and the networks he wielded—belonged to Jennifer. A woman trapped in her blind love for Ramond for years, she had made him a symbol of power in the eyes of the world.Jennifer’s love became a vulnerability that Ramond exploited without hesitation. He played his role flawlessly, presenting himself as a charismatic yet dangerous leader within the global elite circles. Jennifer even elevated him to the position of leader of the global elite, ensuring that all resources were at his disposal. Under his influence, many leaders in the network were willing to take extreme measures to achieve their objectives—whether it was dominating specific economic sectors, manipulating politics, or mercilessly destroying rivals.Ramond became a symbo
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CHAPTER 838-AFTER THAT...
Joseph stood abruptly and said nothing. He cast a cold glance at his mother before turning and walking away. His firm steps echoed as he exited the grand mansion, with Gawali silently following close behind. The tense atmosphere was palpable, yet not a word was spoken between them until both Joseph and Gawali were inside the sleek black car. Once the car door shut, Joseph leaned back, staring straight ahead with an expressionless face. Gawali, seated in the driver’s seat, finally broke the silence, his tone cautious. “Sir, should I contact Interpol immediately? If Ramond is truly involved in your grandfather’s death, we can make him an international fugitive.”“No need,” Joseph interrupted, his tone decisive. “I’ll find him myself. I’ll deal with him personally. No one else is allowed to interfere until I’m satisfied.”Gawali gave a slight nod, understanding it wasn’t the time to argue.Joseph added, “Contact Jacky.”“Tell him to prepare the team. I need them ready for my next orders
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CHAPTER 837-BIG SECRET
The grand mansion was silent, with only the sound of Joseph and Gawali's footsteps echoing against the marble floors.Joseph stepped into the vast living room, its high ceilings adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers.At the center of the room stood a golden sofa, strikingly prominent amidst the luxurious Persian carpet surrounding it.Joseph’s eyes immediately caught the figure of a woman standing near the large window. Jennifer, draped elegantly in white satin pajamas, stood poised as she gazed out. Her neatly combed hair reflected the faint light from the chandelier, and her face remained expressionless as usual.Joseph exhaled deeply, throwing himself onto the golden sofa with a casual yet calculated demeanor. He crossed one leg over his knee and stared at his mother with a mocking gaze.“So, my mom is still the same as ever,” he said sharply. “will awake when hear commotion.”Jennifer turned slowly, her expression betraying no reaction to his jab. With measured grace, she app
