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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
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 821-MOM AND SON
Joseph glanced at Charles, Miranda, and the other men standing nearby, then turned his gaze back to Jennifer. "One last thing," he said flatly but firmly. Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" Joseph crossed his arms over his chest and spoke loud enough for everyone around to hear. "I want Charles, Miranda, and the six other members of the global elite to hold a press conference. In front of the world, you must declare that I am not guilty of Ciko’s murder. Say it clearly: you were the ones at fault. Explain how you orchestrated his death." Gasps could be heard from some of those present. Charles, standing slightly behind Jennifer, stepped forward with a furious expression. "You can’t be serious, right?" Charles asked, pointing at Joseph. "That request is a joke. Do you understand the consequences?" Joseph stared at Charles coldly. "I’m very serious." Charles let out a short, humorless laugh. "If we do that, the entire power structure of the Eastern global elite will
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 822-MOM REQUEST
"You know I don't like small talk," Joseph said, breaking the silence. His voice was deep and firm. "So, what’s the reason you asked me to come here?" Jennifer gave a faint smile, one that didn’t diminish her aura of authority but rather added a layer of intrigue. She picked up her teacup gracefully, blew gently on the steam rising from it, and sipped it slowly before placing it back on the table. "Like your father," she finally said, her tone soft yet full of meaning. "You dislike small talk, and... you always look charismatic when you're angry." Joseph didn’t respond. His expression remained cold and unreadable, but his dark eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. Jennifer didn’t seem bothered. Instead, she took her time, sipping her tea again before continuing. "First of all," she said as she carefully placed her cup back on the saucer, "I wanted to see my son, of course. It’s been half a year since we last met. You haven’t reached out or come to Aussa to visit my home." Jose
I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW CHAPTER 823-GLOBAL ELITE: SURRENDER
Joseph suddenly stood, his chair scraping sharply against the polished floor. He grabbed his teacup, downed its contents in one swift motion, and placed it back on the table with a faint clink. His gaze locked onto Jennifer, cold and resolute. "Madam Jennifer," he said icily, deliberately addressing her formally instead of calling her "Mom." "I reject the collaboration you're proposing. If your global elite associates fail to meet my demands by sunset today, I will take even greater steps." Jennifer remained calm, her expression unchanged, though her hand gripping the armrest of her chair tensed slightly. Joseph continued, his voice still low but increasingly forceful. "I will upload all evidence of their crimes to social media. Their darkest secrets will be exposed to the world. They will face judgment, become fugitives of Interpol, and rot in prison!" The room was thick with tense silence. Jennifer didn’t immediately respond. Her gaze remained forward, not meeting Joseph
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