I Am Not Useless Son-In-Law!

Chapter 8: Grandpa And Grandson.

Lauren was so angry she was speechless. The man who couldn’t even pay his phone bill was boasting about organizing a grand wedding in Lightharbor? Without a word, she angrily handed her phone to Anderson. He took the mobile, went to a corner, and dialed a number listed by the system.

This was the number of Fernando Lewis, his grandfather, and also one of the top three most powerful people in the country. Not to mention a small city like Lightharbor, even the whole country could be easily influenced with just a flick of his hand.

Meanwhile, at the Lewis residence in Rose Quay city.

A man in his seventies was leisurely reviewing a list, appearing both relaxed and dignified. This man was Fernando Lewis, the head of the Lewis family, and a significant influencer in Ivory Essence.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He was quite surprised, as no one had called this mobile number in recent years. He only kept it in the hope that his daughter, who had been missing for over twenty-five years, might call him one day.

He answered immediately: "Who?"

"I am the son of Chelsea Lewis." Anderson's voice came through the phone.

Mr. Lewis was extremely excited. He stood up abruptly: "Chelsea’s son?"

"To meet your grandson, come to room 702, Regal Radiance building, Lightharbor city." Anderson said succinctly.

"Right! I’ll be there immediately!" Mr. Lewis, though still skeptical, was so excited that he momentarily forgot to consider whether it was safe to go somewhere unplanned.

…

After Anderson ended the call, he deleted the call history and handed the phone back to Lauren, asking her to go home first. Since the death of the patriarch of the Harris family, Lauren's status in the household had steadily declined. She was constantly ridiculed and mocked by her family members. Therefore, she had bought a house outside to live with Anderson.

After Lauren drove away in her Audi, Anderson rode his small electric bike to the Regal Radiance building nearby and waited for Mr. Lewis. About half an hour later, a vintage Jeep that had ceased production appeared beneath the Regal Radiance. 

This caused a stir; they recognized the vehicle as a Jeep Willys MB, a symbol of a significant figure in this country. It was the only one in Ivory Essence, belonging to the owner of the Velvet Night conglomerate, Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis was known as the overlord of three realms: Business, Politics, and the Underworld; a name people dared only listen to but not speak of. 

But why did he appear in Lightharbor today? Was a storm brewing?

Stepping out of the car were two imposing bodyguards in black suits, followed by a man in his seventies, equally tall and imposing. Despite his age, his authoritative demeanor was unmatched - Mr. Lewis, one of the three most powerful people in Ivory Essence. He approached the reception, where his bodyguard handed over a business card, enough to make the receptionist pale and unable to look directly.

The bodyguard said: "My boss needs to see the person in room 702."

"Yes, yes, please follow me."

The receptionist led the way, with one bodyguard in front and another behind Mr. Lewis, protecting him. Standing in front of room 702, Mr. Lewis was visibly nervous. The young man claiming to be the son of Chelsea Lewis, his daughter – was this nephew genuine? If this young man dared to deceive him, Mr. Lewis would tear him apart, not just him but his entire family.

The door opened, and Mr. Lewis was astonished to see a young man sitting at a table near the glass wall, offering a beautiful night view. But what shocked Mr. Lewis even more was the young man's resemblance to his daughter – strikingly similar. If the young man weren't male, Mr. Lewis would have thought he was seeing his daughter.

"You are...?"

But Anderson said nothing, merely glancing at the bodyguard behind Mr. Lewis, who understood and stepped back, allowing Mr. Lewis to sit opposite Anderson. Then Anderson took out a small zip bag containing a few strands of hair.

He said: "You can use this for a DNA test. This is my hair."

"No need, I know you are Chelsea's son, and my grandson." Mr. Lewis refused the zip bag with hair, casually pouring a cup of tea. Although his heart was tumultuous, he dared not reach out to embrace his grandson, fearing he might flee.

Living for nearly seventy years, the inability to find his daughter was his greatest powerlessness. That year, his daughter suddenly became pregnant, and when she refused to reveal the father's identity, he locked her up, planning to bring a doctor to terminate the pregnancy. But then she fled, disappearing for twenty-five years, adding to his torment. He vowed to become stronger, to control others to help him find her, but all was in vain.

But now, at his age, close to the end, he suddenly found hope. Not his daughter, but his grandson was enough to satisfy him. He asked: "Where is your mother?"

"Since I was born, she hasn't been by my side."

"Is she... dead?"

"I don't know, I also want to find her. But before that, I need your help with a few things, if that's possible?"

"Tell me, I can help you with anything. If I can't do it, no one can."

Anderson didn't want to talk much with Mr. Lewis. He directly stated his conditions: "First, I want you to help me acquire the entire Pinnacle Dynamics Corporation. Tomorrow I will be the chairman of Pinnacle Dynamics, but no one must know that I am the chairman."

Mr. Lewis was stunned and couldn't believe his ears: "Is that... all?"

He didn't even know what Pinnacle Dynamics was, perhaps to someone as high as him, it was just a trivial matter.

Mr. Lewis said: "Do you want to become the chairman of Velvet Night Group instead? It's just a small company. Why bother with it?”

Anderson remained silent, not even a DNA test was done, and Mr. Lewis was already throwing inheritance at him. Wasn't he afraid of a forgery?