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I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 89: "Caught off guard"
In the restaurant, where they had a variety of pecan dishes, Marcus recovered his energy while enjoying his favorite pecan pie. “Would you be alright, though?” Hannah asked.“About what?” Marcus responded, his mouth full of pie.“You got bruises and scratches. Won’t your CEO be furious seeing you in that state?” Hannah said.“Oh, that’s right! Your face is important! Oh no! What are you going to do? What if they charge you with penalties? I heard actors who fail to maintain their look get penalized!” Miguel interjected.“Stop being paranoid and a worrywart. I signed a contract with them, and it doesn’t state that I have to care about that.”“Are you sure?”“Yes.”“Are you sure you read the contract you signed? Magic Entertainment is a big company; they’re strict with contracts,” Miguel said, panicking, as he tried to wipe away Marcus’s bruises as if they could be easily wiped off.“It’ll be fine. I even left the set mid-shoot,” he said nonchalantly. “CEO Joe will take care of everyth
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 90: "Strong Guardian Angel"
Before the kidnapping, when Marcus called CEO Joe Sabal to ask about Pablo Rusto, Joe was inside the interrogation room with a prosecutor in front of him."Will you please stop taking calls, or else I'm going to confiscate your phone too," Prosecutor Jeromy said politely, but his tone was cold and commanding."Oh, sorry, he's just a very important person; I can't ignore his call," Joe said, winking at Prosecutor Jeromy. "You know, business.""A rookie artist is very important?" Prosecutor Jeromy asked, his eyes glaring with suspicion."Oh, you heard who called?""You talked as if I were not here. Of course, I heard you," he said, tapping the table threateningly. "Please take this seriously. You're talking to a prosecutor.""Oh, come on, don't be so uptight," Joe snorted, sipping on the Coke served by the station’s officer."This is not playtime, Mr. Sabal.""I know. I know."The smile on CEO Joe Sabal's face remained, which irked the prosecutor even more. He knotted his brows and adju
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 91: "Sign up for"
Strangely, after the kidnapping incident, everything became peaceful for Marcus Xu. He returned to work, settled his brother back in the hospital, and resumed his double life as the son-in-law of the William Group. Well, it was literally peaceful only for him. Since the election campaign period was around, everything was pretty tense for those who were greedy and seeking power. "Why did you ask me to come here?" Reyster asked as he casually entered a dimly lit office where he and some spies to the club usually met. "Do you really not know?" Gerald asked, standing by the window and looking at the night view. "Is it because my family suddenly sided with the Gracestone Group?" he asked cautiously, looking at his co-members with a confused expression because they seemed angry at him. "Are you just acting, or do you really not know?" Gerald snorted. He slowly turned, revealing that he was holding a gun in his left hand. "I... I really don't know. Did I do something wrong?" Reyster res
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 92: "You're out of luck"
Marcus Xu entered the fancy restaurant with caution, ensuring no one recognized him. He wore a cap and face mask to cover up, removing them immediately upon entering a VIP room."Sorry, did you wait long?" he asked."It's okay. I understand you're busy," Carlos Roki responded politely.Marcus smiled awkwardly, still not accustomed to Carlos Roki’s submissiveness towards him. He sat down across from Carlos, who immediately called a server to bring their food."I heard you were kidnapped," Carlos said."Me? No, my brother," Marcus replied casually. "Guess who kidnapped him.""Is it Reyster Sebastian?" Carlos asked, his expression contorting with anger."Who else?" Marcus shrugged. He then looked at Carlos with a stern expression. "That's why I called you here.""What can I do for you? That bastard really needs to die soon," Carlos gritted his teeth."Yes, he does. But it's better if he suffers here than in hell. We can’t watch him suffer in hell," Marcus said, sipping the wine that had
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 93: "Horrific Death"
Reyster Sebastian aimed his gun directly at Marcus Xu, the cold steel barrel glinting under the dim warehouse lights. "You're out of luck, Marcus Xu," Reyster sneered, taking a step closer."Oh f*ck!" Marcus cursed under his breath.Adrenaline surged through his veins as he calculated his chances. He had to escape. Now."Psycho!" he yelled, unable to believe Reyster was lunatic enough to kill him out of sheer boredom."Where are you going, little mouse?" Reyster laughed, enjoying Marcus's fear."F*ck you!" Marcus yelled back, making a sudden dash toward the nearest exit. His heart pounded as gunshots rang out behind him."You can't leave here alive," Reyster's men, who had been lurking in the shadows, sprang into action, chasing Marcus with deadly intent."F*ckers!" Marcus sprinted through the maze of the warehouse, knocking over crates and barrels in a desperate bid to slow his pursuers.He burst through the back door, the cool night air hitting his face as he kept running, ignoring
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 94: "Sending Bad Luck"
Georgette was driving along the highway when her headlights caught a figure stumbling onto the road. She slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop just in time to see a man collapse."What the...?" she muttered, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and rushing out of the car. Kneeling beside the injured man, her medical training kicked in immediately.“Hey! Are you dead? Hey?” She assessed his condition, noting the torn clothes and the blood oozing from a gunshot wound in his shoulder. Despite the strange circumstances, she began to help him."Stay with me," she whispered, pressing her hands against the wound to staunch the bleeding. "You're going to be okay."Marcus Xu groaned, his eyes fluttering open briefly. "Help...me..." he gasped."You're lucky," she said, her voice steady and reassuring. "I'm a doctor."She quickly retrieved a first aid kit from her car and expertly dressed the wound. She was about to call for an ambulance when she noticed flashing lights in the distance."Police?
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 95: "Devastating News"
The next day, Marcus woke up groggily, his head pounding. He reached up to touch his face and felt the tightness of the bandages wrapped around it.“Why does my face hurt? Did the fall hurt my face?” he jolted up. “Not my face! This is my–ugh!” He bent down in pain. “Ugh, fuck it. At least I'm alive.”The pain in his shoulder reminded him of the gunshot wound, and he groaned as he slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.“Where am I, though?”Gingerly, Marcus stood and limped through the house, looking for his saviors. “Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.“Hello? Anybody home?”No response came. The house was eerily silent, devoid of any signs of life. “The heck? Where are the people?”Confused and a bit worried, he returned to the bedroom where he had woken up. There, on the bedside table, was a letter. Marcus picked it up and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the handwritten words.---Dear Sir,I'm sorry. Please be me. We left our thirty
I'm not the Son-in-law Chapter 96: "Blood Stain and Tears"
Marcus forced his weak legs to stand and hurried out of the house."I don't believe this. I don't believe this! There's no way Miguel is dead," he said, in denial. "Reyster is playing tricks on me again! That motherf*cker, what did I even do to him for him to kill us?"Marcus's devastation over his brother's death morphed into a searing rage, a wildfire burning through his veins.He limped away from the house, his eyes glinting with rage and despair. But to his dismay, he realized the house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by green trees and silence."Where the heck am I? There aren't even any roads!" he exclaimed, punching a tree with his already wounded fist, leaving a bloody mark on its trunk."No. No. Calm down, Marcus. I need to calm down. I need to f*cking calm down," he convinced himself, wiping off his tears but only smudging the bandages on his face with blood."I'll just call a cab," he thought, struggling to type a number on his bloody fingers and cracked phon
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