The Rise of the Humiliated Son-in-Law

Masked Man

Gaston felt an incredible surge of energy coursing through him as he heard the information about the power flowing within him. In the middle of a deserted area, the bodyguard pulled him back, trying to find a safe spot to throw him.

“Get ready,” the bodyguard said confidently. However, as he threw Gaston, he was taken aback. Gaston’s body didn't budge at all, as if an unexpected force was protecting him.

The bodyguard, now a bit hesitant, tried to gather his courage. He launched a punch at Gaston. But with one hand, Gaston blocked the attack, leaving the bodyguard wide-eyed in shock.

“Unbelievable!” he exclaimed, confused. Undeterred, the bodyguard attempted to strike with his other hand. Once again, Gaston effortlessly held it back.

The situation was heating up. They were both caught in an unexpected fight. Gaston moved calmly and deliberately, while the bodyguard began to tire.

Gaston still felt strange; his body felt incredibly light, as if he were flying. He couldn’t understand why his strength was so immense.

The flustered bodyguard quickly called for his colleagues. In an instant, several other bodyguards gathered, dismissing Gaston.

“Just this foolish guy?” one of them sneered.

But the first bodyguard grimaced in pain, pointing at Gaston and shouting, “He’s really strong!” Their laughter paused for a moment. However, it quickly resumed as they charged at Gaston one by one.

Gaston, with agile and swift movements, easily defeated them. Each attack they launched was quickly parried and countered, leaving the bodyguards battered and bruised. They fell one by one, powerless against the unexpected strength.

After ensuring all his opponents were down, Gaston smiled with satisfaction. He opened their jackets and used the fabric to tie them to a large tree. He also gagged their mouths to prevent them from screaming.

“Goodbye,” Gaston said challengingly. “We’ll meet again next time!” He laughed, leaving the bound and helpless bodyguards behind, relishing the satisfaction of this unexpected victory.

Gaston quickly grabbed a mask from his jacket pocket and put it on. With his new look, he stepped into the lavish mansion, resembling the palace of Wilson Huber. The sound of music filled the air, adding to the festive atmosphere surrounded by twinkling lights.

Inside, elegantly dressed guests laughed and chatted. Gaston surveyed the surroundings carefully. In one corner, he spotted Jonas charming a noblewoman with his captivating smile. Meanwhile, Rosaline sat at a table, engaged in a warm conversation with a socialite, her hand holding a glass of wine.

In his heart, Gaston wondered, "Where is Vivian?"

As he tried to move deeper into the party, his steps were halted by a stern guard. “Who are you?” the guard asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“A guest,” Gaston replied, trying to sound convincing.

The guard crossed his arms, demanding proof of identity. In a flash, Gaston thought quickly. His keen ears caught the mention of an important name—William Thomson, a figure with significant influence among the elite.

“William is my brother,” Gaston said, his tone threatening. “Do you want to get fired if I report this?”

Upon hearing the name, the guard's face turned pale with fear. “Go right in,” he said, immediately clearing the way for Gaston.

Gaston stepped inside, feeling adrenaline coursing through him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Rosaline now watching him with a suspicious gaze.

Feeling that something was off, Rosaline began searching for Jonas. “Jonas, why are you busy flirting with women?” she called out, annoyed.

Jonas, caught up in his charm, was surprised by his mother’s concern. “Mom, why are you so worried?”

“I saw Gaston!”

“That… can’t be!” Jonas scoffed. He was sure the bodyguard had taken care of Gaston.

Rosaline wasn't convinced.

“Calm down, Mom,” Jonas replied, trying to reassure her. But Rosaline sighed heavily. “A foolish son-in-law like Gaston could never escape my bodyguard!”

Rosaline felt a bit relieved this time.

Meanwhile, Gaston continued searching for Vivian amid the party's chaos. He tried to remain calm, listening carefully to every conversation that might help him locate her. His sharp ears picked up a commotion coming from downstairs—the basement.

Quickly, Gaston picked up his pace, weaving through the crowd of guests engrossed in conversation. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to fade away as he focused on the increasingly clear sounds. When he reached the stairs leading to the basement, silence enveloped him.

Gaston found a locked door with a keypad. From inside, he heard Vivian yelling, “I don’t want to! I can make money another way!” Her voice was filled with emotion, making Gaston's heart race.

Inside the room, Wilson was trying to persuade her. “But I’m offering a dowry of 100 million dollars. This is your chance!”

“No! I don’t want it!” Vivian threatened, her voice growing louder. “If you keep pushing me, I’ll scream!”

Wilson replied in a calm yet menacing tone, “No one will hear your screams down here.”

Gaston stood in front of the door, confused. He didn’t know the combination to unlock it. However, he could still hear Vivian’s fury raging inside. He knew time was not on his side.

Suddenly, a blue panel appeared before Gaston’s eyes. A familiar voice from the system reminded him that he could gain new powers. “If you want eye power, simply command the system to choose,” the voice said.

Without hesitation, Gaston made his decision. “Select eye power,” he commanded. In an instant, his vision felt different. He could now see more than just what was in front of him.

Gaston clearly saw the fingerprints on the door panel, dispelling his doubts. He quickly pressed the combination he remembered. The door creaked open, and he stepped into a large, dark room.

Inside, a tense atmosphere enveloped him. Gaston scanned the room and immediately spotted Vivian being pinned down by Wilson on the bed. She was thrashing, her face filled with fear.

Without thinking, Gaston grabbed a thick book lying on the bedside table. With his newfound strength, he threw it at Wilson. The book flew through the air and struck Wilson hard on the head.

“Ugh!” Wilson staggered back, blood beginning to flow from his head. He was shocked, not expecting anyone else to suddenly appear.

Vivian gasped, her eyes wide as she saw the masked man who had just saved her.

Wilson, furious and filled with hatred, clutched his bleeding head. “Who are you?”