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THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW THE POOR HATE THE POORER
During Andrew's access to wealth and power, he concluded that when given little power or opportunity, poor people mostly taunt their peers more than the rich. He was engrossed in his thoughts and unaware when he muttered, "Why did the poor hate the poor so much." "Don't take it personally, Andrew. Just let those fuckers tell us why they framed us up and embarrassed us in public," Jackson mumbled. Brown stepped towards Benedict as the shorter man stepped back. And this made Brown get annoyed and yelled, "Speak up, Benedict." "I... I-." A booming sound of telephone rings sounded on the wall beside Obama, and he picked it up and asked," Who is on the line?" "It's your boss. Have called the other line, but nobody picked it up. What's going on over there?" A voice filled with a heavy baritone sounded from the other side of the line. Brown walked closer, snatched the telephone from Obama's hand and announced, "Some of our guards conspired together with some customers-." "Oh my gosh
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW SOME PEOPLE WERE ALWAYS LUCKY
Since Andrew had warned them not to disturb him, he was left alone until the following morning. As expected, he enjoyed his sleep on the fluffy mattress through the night, and it was the knocking on his door that made him pull himself from the bed, and then drag his feet towards the door. "Who is there?" "A waitress. I am here to prepare your morning coffee. Or did you prefer a cup of tea?" A voice sounded at the other side, and Andrew yawned out loud, stretched himself and yawned again, and then unlatched the door. A young man in a pink T-shirt and black trousers bowed at Andrew and walked inside with his tray. Andrew smiled to welcome him, then gestured to him to place the tray on the table and then let out, "I prefer a cup of coffee, and I want you to attend to my friend in the next room." "I have already served him a cup of tea," the young man answered back and promptly prepared a cup of hot coffee. Andrew sipped the coffee, and let out, "Hmm, this is very nutritious." "Y
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW GOOD FAITH MY FOOT!
The whispering inside Andrew's lodge became muted as soon as he stepped inside. Dressed in a new T-shirt and grey jeans, the young man looked as fresh as a green vegetable as he walked closer, sat on the mattress beside Jackson, grinned and then let out, "So sorry for delaying you." "It's okay, Andrew," Miss Simpson mumbled as she put her phone inside her handbag and then turned towards Andrew and announced, " I have seen the video record of the incident." Andrew sighed and let out, " I would like to see it as well. I wonder what your guards were trying to hide?" "Their crime. Obama was the one that put the ring inside Jackson's bag and then brought it out as evidence," Miss Simpson answered back, and then let out, "There is no need to waste your time seeing it. Just tell me what you want me to do about them." Andrew's eyes darted at Brown, and then at the fat man with a bald head and overgrown moustache, and the memory of 0bama's assault against him flowed back into his mind. "D
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW BOTH OF THEM WERE LOSERS
Jackson was waiting for Andrew beside his shattered car, and his pale face promptly became attractive when he smiled to welcome his friend. "We will need to go by taxi," Andrew gaped at what Jackson's taxi had become, shrugged and announced, "This can't move, and needs to be towed out of here." "I agree. They made a mess of my life-saving asset," Jackson shook his head, and said, "What about eating our breakfast here before we leave, please? Who knows when I will have another chance to eat here." "You can, whenever you want," Andrew answered and then smiled as he patted his friend on his shoulder and let out, "Let me allow you to enjoy yourself. It seemed you enjoyed their food." "Why won't I? The food they cook here is different and not for poor people like us... Let me enjoy it when it lasts." "Enjoy yourself." The two men walked through the grassy land and arrived at the hotel canteen, and the guard at the door quickly removed the sliding glass and then bowed as they stepped
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW HALF A BILLION-DOLLARS BENTLEY
Kourtney smiled crookedly as they stepped into the showroom that was filled with the most exotic of all cars. "As you can see, each brand is separated from the others," Kourtney mumbled, raised his right hand and pointed at the cars arranged beside them, and then let out, "these were Mercedes-Benz over there, followed by Toyota products, Mitsubishi and Volkswagen product... Which among them did you like?" Andrew peeked at the cars, shook his head, and muttered, "None of this. I want something costlier." Kourtney glared at Andrew, bobbed his head gestured to them to follow him, and then let out, "You better buy a car, otherwise, you will be sorry for wasting my time." "Don't you think it's insulting to be abusing your customers?" Andrew asked back. "You are a piece of trash, Andrew. I'm sure my security guards will put sense into that foolish skull of yours," Kourtney mumbled, turned towards Jackson and let out, "and you, Mr Jackson. Did you think someone as poor as this man can a
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW A THIEF AND A SWINDLER
"Good morning, Mr Wilson," Kourtney welcomed his boss with a nod, pointed at Andrew, then at Jackson and mumbled, "These two men came to buy our Bentley with fake or stolen platinum credit cards." Wilson glared at Andrew, back at Kourtney and asked," How did you know the credit card is fake or stolen? Did our machine reject it?" "No," Kourtney answered back, shaking his head and mumbling, "I don't even bother to check if maybe it will work or not." "May I know the reason why you just concluded that these men here were dupers or thieves when you haven't confirmed their transaction?" Wilson asked. "I am friendly with the family of Andrew's wife, and I am sure all their present wealth can't pay for our Bentley," Kourtney answered back, pointed at Jackson and let out, "and this other man is my wife's ex-husband. Poor and miserable... I believe both came here to spy on us, and not to buy any car." "So you conclude it was either stolen or fake because you are familiar with the buyer's f
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW A DEAL IS A DEAL
Babcock hunched over the system in his front and pressed the keyboard buttons for a while, he then looked up and muttered, "A one-time password had been sent to the owner of this card. Kindly verify if you receive any message." "He can't receive any message because the platinum card didn't belong to him," Kourtney announced, smirked and let out, "Why are we wasting time? Let's get these clowns arrested now." "Not yet," Wilson answered back, turned towards Andrew and asked, "Can you verify the account now if the card truly belongs to you." "Sure," Andrew mumbled back, dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone. "Wow!" Wilson exclaimed at the sight of the Thuraya satellite phone. And without being told, he realised the customers in his store were not only rich but from a royal family. "I had verified the one-time password. You can go ahead with the transaction," Andrew said with a grin, then winked at Jackson and whispered," Don't be scared. We will be leaving here
THE LOATHSOME SON-IN-LAW BENTLEY FOR A TAXI
The Bentley was driven out of the showroom and parked beside the taxi that brought Andrew and Jackson to Wilson's automobile store. A moment later, both men walked out of the director's office and were followed by Wilson. "This is your car keys. You can also be coming here for its servicing and repairs," Wilson announced, placed the keys in Andrew's hand, and let out, "Kindly advertise my business to your friends and colleagues." "Sure. We will," Andrew mumbled back as he stepped closer to the car. He pressed the button on the key holder, and a beeping tone sounded as the tail light blinked and the door at the driver's side jerked open. Andrew and Jackson had entered several cars in their lives, but none had ever seen the inside of a Bentley. And both gape at the interior of the car with astonishment. "This is beautiful and can't be compared to that iron I was driven before," Jackson announced as saliva drooled from his open mouth. "You are right. This car is made for the royal,
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