My Poor Son-in-law is Tycoon

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The Cornell family was at the peak of their power, having successfully taken control of Carlos’s wealth. Zelle had become the CEO of Cornell Corp, thanks to her pivotal role in seizing her grandfather's inheritance from Alexis.

Zelle stepped out of her Lamborghini and walked gracefully toward the company lobby, surrounded by hundreds of reporters.

The reporters swarmed around her like a cluster of ants.

"Is it true that you and Mr. Vincenzo are getting married in a week?"

"Is your marriage with Mr. Vincenzo meant to strengthen the partnership between the two conglomerate families?"

Zelle flashed a friendly smile at the cameras. "Yes, Vincenzo and I will be getting married soon, right after he is officially named the sole heir of the Morris family."

"When will the official ceremony be held? Will you and the Cornell family attend?"

"Of course!" Zelle smiled confidently. "Because I’m his fiancée."

"What’s your response to being named the most powerful couple in the USA?"

Zelle chuckled at the question.

After answering a few more questions, Zelle entered the building, flanked by a team of bodyguards.

“Ugh, disgusting!” Zelle muttered, irritated, as she entered her office and collapsed onto the sofa.

“Miss, the dress you ordered is ready. You’re requested to try it on with Mr. Vincenzo.”

“Alright. I’ll head there soon.”

After finishing up a few tasks, Zelle made her way to the boutique to meet her fiancé.

“Hello, darling.” Vincenzo kissed Zelle on the forehead.

The door creaked again, causing everyone to look up.

“You!” Zelle blinked in disbelief. “What are you doing here? You should be—”

“Dead?” Alexis chuckled darkly.

Zelle was momentarily stunned by Alexis’s appearance. He looked far more muscular beneath his tight T-shirt. Unfortunately, he still looked pathetic, wearing nothing but shorts, a white shirt, and sandals.

“How can you see?” Vincenzo sneered. Getting a donor’s eyes was expensive.

“So, this is your mistress, Zelle?” Alexis’s voice was filled with disappointment. His heart still ached from their betrayal.

“Mistress?” Zelle chuckled. “Since when did we ever have a relationship?”

“So, you deny it?” Alexis raised an eyebrow. “Should I show proof?” He held up the wedding ring still adorning his finger. 

“Our names are engraved on this ring,” Alexis added.

Zelle froze, especially when she saw the staff whispering about it.

Vincenzo laughed elegantly. “Looks like your crazy obsession still isn’t cured, Alexis. Do you need me to take you to a hospital? Don’t worry, I’ll cover the treatment because I know you’re poor.”

Zelle snuggled closer to Vincenzo, purring, “Oh, darling. You’re so kind.”

“By the way, what are you doing here in this expensive boutique? Oh, I know. You must be a servant here.” Vincenzo scoffed, spilling his coffee on the floor. “Clean this up, servant.” Zelle and Vincenzo burst into laughter.

Alexis gritted his teeth, but he didn’t want to argue in public. He had already prepared the most painful revenge for them.

“Sorry, what’s going on here?” Marlyn, a famous designer, approached them.

“Your servant just flirted with my fiancée,” Vincenzo complained. “Fire him.”

Marlyn eyed Alexis from head to toe. She had never employed a man like him.

“Why are you quiet? Do what I say!” Vincenzo barked, while Zelle smiled smugly.

“Are you Mr. Rowan?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Oh my God!” Marlyn exclaimed happily. “I apologize for making you wait, Mr. Rowan.”

“No problem.” Alexis smiled politely.

“Follow me. The tuxedo you ordered is ready for fitting.” Marlyn gestured for Alexis to follow her into the fitting room.

“What is this?!” Vincenzo shouted in fury. “How dare you ignore me for an idiot like him?”

Marlyn gave Vincenzo a scornful look. “Don’t insult my client, Mr. Vincenzo. With all due respect, you might want to order your wedding suit somewhere else. I’m busy!”

Zelle was stunned. Did she hear that correctly? The older woman just kicked out Vincenzo, the most powerful man in the USA?

“How dare you kick me out! Don’t you know who I am?!” Vincenzo’s neck veins bulged as he snarled.

“I only serve those with manners.”

“Look at you, bitch! I’ll ruin your business! Come on, darling. Let’s leave.” Vincenzo grabbed Zelle’s hand and stormed out.

“Did Raymond explain everything?” Alexis guessed.

Marlyn just smiled.

***

“Damn!” Zelle threw a statue off her desk and onto the floor. “How is that bastard still alive?!”

Suddenly, a handsome man entered her office.

“What is it, Zelle?” Howard sneered. “I’m busy!”

“I have bad news, Dad!”

Howard furrowed his brows. “What is it?”

“Alexis is still alive! And now he can see!”

“Just that?” Howard wasn’t surprised at all.

“What’s with your reaction, huh?”

“What’s there to be afraid of? We’ve seized all of the inheritance your grandfather left him. He can’t report us to the police because he has no evidence. Besides, the police wouldn’t bother with a poor person’s case.” He chuckled cynically.

“I’m upset because Alexis humiliated me with Vincenzo at Marlyn’s boutique.”

“What do you mean?”

“That damn Marlyn chose to serve him instead of us! She even kicked us out of her boutique!”

“What?!” Howard was more shocked by this than the previous news. Marlyn’s boutique was a favorite of Hollywood stars and conglomerates. Her clothes cost over $100,000.

How could she serve a beggar like him?

“It’s weird.”

“I’m amazed because he suddenly looks way better than before. His skin is clean, and his hair is neatly styled. What exactly happened to him?” Zelle murmured, still intrigued. She couldn’t forget how handsome Alexis had become, like a Hollywood star.

“I know what’s happened to him.”

“What’s that, Dad?”

“Maybe he’s been working as a gigolo, serving lonely women. That’s why Marlyn preferred to serve Alexis over you.”

“You’re right, Dad.” Zelle grinned. “I can use this to bring him down.”

“Stop thinking about unimportant things, Zelle. You need to focus on your wedding to Vincenzo, because soon, he’ll be officially appointed as a senior executive at Morris Corp.”