My Poor Son-in-law is Tycoon

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"Alexis? Are you still alive?"  

"Yeah. As you can see," Alexis replied coldly.  

Mikaela glanced at Alexis with disgust. The green-eyed man was wearing a black tuxedo that looked cheap.  

"How did you even get into this upscale nightclub?"  

"I—"  

"Oh, I know!" Mikaela cut him off with a mocking laugh. "You must be a waiter here."  

"Can you stop insulting me?" Alexis snapped back.  

"Sure, but only if you were a rich man. I'd even be willing to lick your shoes," Mikaela said sarcastically. "Unfortunately, that's never going to happen because you’ll never be rich in your lifetime."  

Alexis lifted his chin. "What if I can prove you wrong?"  

Mikaela chuckled. "I’d sooner believe a rooster can lay eggs than believe you’re wealthy." She turned away and started walking toward the entrance.  

"Why are you following me?" Mikaela protested. "This door is for VIP guests only!"  

"I'm a VIP guest too."  

Mikaela burst into laughter. "Are you kidding me?" she mocked. "You need an access card to enter the VIP section. To get one, you need a net worth of at least 100 million dollars. Do you have that?"  

Alexis stepped toward the doorman and pulled a gold-engraved access card with an eagle design from his tuxedo pocket, handing it over.  

"Wait!" Mikaela blinked repeatedly, ensuring she wasn’t hallucinating. "Where did you get that card, huh?!"  

"That's none of your business," Alexis replied coldly.  

"You must have stolen it! I knew it!" Mikaela yelled at the doorman. "Call security now! He’s a fraud!"  

"Sorry, Ms. Mikaela, but Mr. Alexis's name is printed on this card, so he’s not a fraud."  

"You must be lying! Let me see!" Mikaela snatched the card and read it. "Alexis Rowan Mor—"  

"Where are your manners?" Alexis immediately grabbed the card back before she could finish reading the last name and handed it to the doorman. "You should respect client privacy."  

"Our apologies, Sir," the doorman said.  

Alexis walked inside, visibly irritated at having to deal with the Cornell family yet again.  

'Am I dreaming? Alexis just walked into the VIP section of Sundown,' Mikaela thought, standing frozen at the entrance.  

"Are you coming in, Miss?"  

Mikaela snapped out of her daze. She shook off her curiosity and focused on why she had come to Sundown Club in the first place.  

The sound of DJ music welcomed her as she entered. She scanned the room, searching for Vincenzo amidst the crowd dancing on the floor.  

She spotted several Hollywood celebrities and heirs of conglomerates in the room.  

"Hello, beautiful," a young man approached Mikaela with a sly smile. "Aren’t you Mr. Carlos’s granddaughter?"  

"Yes," Mikaela replied haughtily.  

"Then you must know me. I’m Wayne Greyson, a partner at Morris Corp," Wayne said confidently.  

"Oh." Mikaela looked unimpressed. What was so great about being a mere partner at Morris Corp when she could aim to be the wife of its owner?  

"Would you like to dance with me?"  

"Sorry, but I’m looking for my boyfriend," Mikaela replied.  

"Your boyfriend?" Wayne looked disappointed. "Who is he?"  

Mikaela couldn’t answer directly, fearing it would spark rumors about her and Vincenzo. Her plan was to make Vincenzo fall for her without being accused of stealing her cousin's fiancé.  

"You don’t need to know."  

"Is he richer and more powerful than me?" Wayne sneered. "Don’t forget, my father’s wealth surpasses your entire family’s. So your boyfriend couldn’t possibly outclass me!"  

Mikaela turned to leave, but Wayne grabbed her arm.  

"How dare you reject me, you brat! All women beg to be with me!" Wayne’s pride was wounded by her rejection.  

"Let go of me, idiot!"  

"Idiot? Fuck!"  

"Argh!" Mikaela cried out as Wayne slapped her, sending her crashing into a wall.  She glared at him. "How dare you hit me! I’ll call security!"  

Wayne laughed maliciously. "Go ahead, sweetheart. They wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me because my family owns this club!"  

Mikaela’s eyes widened.  

"Now, come with me! I’ll make your night unforgettable!" Wayne dragged Mikaela along. The nightclub and the five-star hotel were connected.  

"Let go of me, idiot! Somebody help me!" Mikaela screamed as Wayne pulled her down the corridor. Staff and guests passed by but avoided getting involved, fearing the Greyson family’s wrath.  

Her cries grew more desperate as Wayne unlocked a hotel room door.  

"What do you think you’re doing to that woman?"  

Wayne froze at the sound of a cold voice.  

"Who are you?" Wayne asked, frowning. He knew every prominent family and Hollywood star in the USA, but he didn’t recognize the green-eyed man standing before him.  

"Alexis."  

"You must not be from a wealthy family," Wayne sneered. "Leave. Don’t interfere in my business if you value your life."  

"Alexis, please help me! Don’t listen to him!"  

Alexis looked at the woman, who had always insulted him, his expression cold and indifferent.  

"Why are you just standing there?!" Mikaela shouted desperately.  

"Sorry to bother you, Bro." Alexis turning away.  

"Alexis! Don’t leave! Please... I’ll even pay you a lot of money!"  

"Shut up, you brat!" Wayne dragged Mikaela into the room.  

"You’re cruel, Alexis! I even tried to save you when the Cornell family planned to kill you!"  

Alexis froze, his body stiffening as the hotel door slammed shut.  

"Is that true?" Alexis muttered, shaking his head quickly to dismiss the thought. "No way Mikaela would do that. Her entire family is evil."  

He continued walking, ignoring Mikaela’s muffled cries behind the door.  

However, suddenly, doubt consumed him, and he stopped in his tracks. "What if it’s true?"  

"Tsk!" Alexis turned back, kicked the door open, and yanked Wayne off Mikaela. He threw him hard against the wall.  

"Bastard!"  

Mikaela immediately hid behind Alexis, sobbing.  

"How dare you ruin my fun, you jerk!" Wayne shouted.  

"Fight me if you want her back," Alexis challenged.  

Wayne lunged at him. The two men fought fiercely, but Alexis emerged victorious, having recently taken up boxing to build his strength.  

Mikaela was awestruck by Alexis’s calm and composed fighting style, even against Wayne’s aggressive attacks.  

"Let’s go." Alexis grabbed Mikaela’s hand after Wayne collapsed, bloodied and unconscious. But before they could escape, both were knocked out from behind by a hard blow to their necks.  

A man holding two beer bottles smirked wickedly. "You’re not going anywhere."