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THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW FIGHTING FOR HIS POCKET
The whole room burst into an uproar when Andrew announced that he was picking Brian's granddaughter as his share of Brian's estate. And it takes the interference from their family lawyer before the uproar dies down. "Andrea is my woman, and I suggest you take any other property that caught your fancy... He has some estate in and outside Arkansas City, some shares of multinational companies and also jewellery deposited into his safe. Pick any one of those assets and let us resolve everything today," Stevenson cried out. "You are not in the position to tell me what I should choose, Stevenson. Your job is to get the last statement of the deceased done as he instructed." "You are getting it wrong, Andrew. You are allowed to pick an asset and not a human being. Andrea is not a cattle or property to be traded," Mary mumbled. She turned toward her husband and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?" "We need to be patient and settle it amicably, Timothy answered back. Isabella cleared
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW OPPORTUNITY TO EARN A MILLION DOLLAR
Since this is the first time Mirinda will be stepping into Arkansas City, Andrew decided to take them to beautiful places around the city, and their first destination was the city's national park. They had a breakfast picnic along the way and then went on a nature scavenger hunt on horseback. And they were as tired as worn-out shoes after some hours of horse riding. Mirinda yawned loudly and let out, "I am hungry, Andrew. I crave a heavy meal as lunch." "Miranda is right. I'm so exhausted that I can't lift my legs anymore. Let's go and eat lunch, and then relax for a while," Isabella said. "Our hotel is almost two hours from this place," Andrew said. "Maybe we should look for a comfortable inn around here." "Good idea. I can't wait any longer. I'm afraid that I may faint any moment from now." "Be strong, my dear little sister. It remains a few minutes to reach where our cars were parked." Isabella whirled towards Andrew and asked, how come you aren't complaining of hunger? Whe
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW LIVING A FAKE LIFE
As proved by those knowledgeable in that aspect, only money can make a man forget his pride. Jude was immediately on his knees, and he crouched towards Isabella and Miranda. "Hey... Come and see our manager on his knee. Did he want to propose to that lady in a pink gown?"," one among those who had earlier praised him cried out at the top of his voice. "Something is wrong with him," his colleague let out. "Let's go closer." Some men hurried close to Jude and they all circled him, while some tried to raise him from his kneeling position. "Stand up, boss. Why are you crawling on your knees?" "Let me be... Hey! Get your dirty hands off my body." "Why is he acting strange?" "I have no idea." Isabella and Miranda gaped at the man on his knees, and the mischief on Andrew's face made them understand what was going on. A few steps to reach where Isabella and Miranda were standing, a car suddenly parked beside Jude, and a lady hurried out of the driver's seat. She raced toward Jude,
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW AS PALE AS DEATH
The drive from the city park to The Presidential hotel takes two hours. And Andrew and his sisters arrived when the sun was already blazing in the sky. And because of the hot weather, Miranda announced that she would like to swim in the hotel swimming pool before eating her lunch. "I'm hungry, Andrew. Let Miranda go swimming, while we eat our lunch," Isabella announced, after yawning three consecutive times in one minute. "There are places to sit beside the pool as we order our lunch," Andrew mumbled. He raised his hand and pointed towards his right side, and then let out," There are canopies over there to serve as shade against the sun as well." "Good. Let's have lunch, relax, and then go swimming," Isabella muttered. The trio walked through the long lobby, stepped down some steps, and arrived at the swimming pool side. While Andrew and Isabella looked for a place to sit, Miranda walked towards the female restroom to change into a swimming suit that she brought along from Ora
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW AN UNFORTUNATE FELLOW
Andrew leapt over the steps and hurried towards the emergency section of the infirmary. Despite the heavy weight of the unconscious woman in his arms, he scurried through the long lobby and arrived in front of a door with a sticker, 'intensive care unit.' "Hello. Who is on duty? My sister is unconscious," he screamed out, hurried toward a patient bed beside the wall and lowered the lifeless lady into it. "Where is the doctor?" "Here, I am the doctor," an old man in a white gown and extra large spectacles appeared at the doorway. He gawked at Andrew, and then at the lady on the bed. "What did you do to her?" "Someone slapped her twice on the cheek. And she had been unconscious since then," Andrew answered back. He sighed and dipped his hand inside his pocket to search for his handkerchief. He sighed again when he discovered he had lost it, and then used the helm of his suit to clean the ball of sweat on his face. "Stepped out of the room and let me attend to her... And make sure yo
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW TO THE SOCIETY
Kratos's shirt was soaked with sweat, and he lay flat on the ground and wept furiously. Realising he just killed the daughter of the most powerful man in the country, he understood this was the end of his father's political ambition. "Get up, Kratos. It's not as bad as it seemed. It's an accident and I'm sure your family lawyer will save you from jail," Emily mumbled as she tried to pull Kratos to his feet." "It's worse, Emily. Elizabethan is my daddy's political godfather, and we owe all our success to him. Oh my goodness! What have I done?" "How will I explain to your father that Isabella died under my care?" Simpson asked with a shocked face. "The doctor stepped towards Andrew and then whispered into his ear. And Andrew's sad face promptly becomes less horrible. " I suggest we settle this around a table. We shouldn't let the only son of a distinguished member of the society go to jail," Andrew announced. "What are you talking about, Andrew? This fool just killed my sister an
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW A PRANK
Kratos is as white as a ghost when Isabella steps into Simpson's office. Miranda leapt up and raced towards her and then wrapped her arm around her neck. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were dead." "I'm not dead. I just feign unconsciousness to punish Kratos." "You didn't die! Ouch... Thank you, father lord," Kratos cried out. He cleaned his sweat off with the helm of his shirt and mumbled, "I can't believe I was fooled into giving out hundreds of cars for your death when you are alive!" "You should be grateful that I pitied you. I planned to punish you severely for assaulting my sister," Andrew announced. "I hope Kratos had learnt his lesson," Simpson said. She smiled crookedly and announced, "You won't ever hit a woman again, not even with a flower, will you?" "I can't. Oh, no. I have learnt my lesson and this trauma alone is enough to stop me from raising my arm against women. My gosh! I nearly died of guilt." "My anger is with the guard who allowed himself t
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW LIFETIME WISH
Established hundreds of years ago, the Arkansas Youth Club is the only organisation that unites all the rich kids of the city. And to be among the members means a lot to an average Arkansas youth. To get connected to important personalities, get employed in government corporations or multinational corporations, or collect multi-billion dollar contracts, you must be among the members of the youth club. For years, Andrew had tried to join, but he was always chased off or beaten. And when he remembered that the club would be admitting new members today, the desire to fulfil his lifetime wish soared in his mind. Built-in a rectangular shape and decorated with expensive gadgets, the room was swarming with richly dressed ladies and gentlemen as Andrew pushed the sliding glass and stepped inside. An usher In a white suit bowed at his presence, offered him a glass of champagne and then pointed one of his fingers toward an empty cushion chair far off and let out, "Please sit over there, Sir."
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