The Rise of the Humiliated Son-in-Law

Testing Gaston's Strength

Gaston stretched his muscles and lifted the mask covering half his face, giving him a bit of privacy as he got up from the fall. He propped up his damaged bike, feeling the anger beginning to simmer inside him. Across from him, the woman who had hit him, Mona Brown, Damian’s girlfriend, still looked furious.

“Ugh, how can a dirty bike like this be in front of the Wagner Group office?” Mona complained, her tone full of irritation.

Gaston, just getting back on his feet, felt annoyed that she hadn’t apologized. He stood tall, glaring at Mona. Meanwhile, Mona checked her parked BMW, frowning as she saw the damage.

“Oh my God, my car is wrecked!” she yelled, her voice full of panic.

“Hey, miss, look at my bike too!” Gaston pointed out. “You ruined my bike!”

Not backing down, Mona kicked the dented bike. “This piece of junk ruined my car. Do you know how much it’s going to cost to fix it?” she said threateningly.

Gaston was offended by Mona’s words. “Miss, this thing you consider cheap and useless is my prized possession. You need to apologize for your carelessness!” he asserted.

Mona slapped her forehead. “How dare a bum like you demand an apology from me? Are you tired of living?” She glared at him with disdain.

“Miss, even if you brought a thousand people in front of me, you wouldn’t be able to take me down,” Gaston replied with surprising calmness.

Mona scoffed. “It’s the first time someone has dared to challenge me. We’ll see how my boyfriend makes you powerless!” She pulled out her phone and started dialing.

Gaston watched, sensing the tension in the air. Mona crossed her arms, displaying her haughty attitude. The call connected.

“Mona, what’s going on?” Damian’s voice came through the line.

“There’s a guy who damaged my car, and he’s being rude about it,” Mona complained.

“What?” Damian sounded shocked. “How dare he bother you!”

Mona whined, “Do something to help me.”

“Wait, I’ll send security to handle it,” Damian replied.

“You need to come here too,” Mona insisted.

“Yeah, I’ll be there soon.” After hanging up, Mona looked at Gaston with a sly expression, as if plotting her revenge. 

Gaston, though not feeling intimidated, let out a chuckle. Mona felt insulted. “Just wait until my boyfriend gets here; you’ll see you can’t do anything!” She waited with confidence.

Before long, security arrived, looking at Gaston and Mona.

“Miss Brown, what’s going on?” one of the security officers asked.

Mona, her emotions boiling over, replied, “You’re so slow to get here! Thank goodness I wasn’t hurt by him!” She pointed at Gaston with her finger.

The security officers looked at Gaston with suspicion. “You’re pretty bold to be bothering Miss Brown!” They approached and tried to grab Gaston.

Gaston stared at them firmly. “Let go of me.”

“What’s this about?” the security officer asked. “Are you trying to threaten me?”

“Let me go because I haven’t done anything wrong,” Gaston answered, his voice calm but filled with determination.

“That big mouth of yours deserves a punch!” one of the security officers attempted to slap him.

With quick reflexes, Gaston caught the officer's hand and crushed it tightly. The officer screamed in pain, while Mona shuddered in fear. “You monster!” she yelled, terrified.

Gaston flung the injured security officer away, making him stumble. “I hope this teaches you not to mess with me!” he said, feeling confident.

Suddenly, Damian’s voice echoed from a distance. “What’s going on here?”

“Baby!” Mona ran toward Damian, complaining. “Call the police quickly; there’s a crazy guy being rough with me and your guard.”

Damian, observing the chaos, looked worried. When he spotted Gaston, his eyes widened. “Master?” He appeared utterly shocked.

Mona expected Damian to punish Gaston, but the opposite happened. Damian bowed his head in fear. “Master, you’ve come?” 

“Master?” Mona asked, confused.

Gaston sighed, feeling bad about his ruined bike. “I feel terrible because my bike is destroyed,” he said sadly.

“What?!” Damian exclaimed. “Who did this to you?”

Gaston remained silent, while Mona stumbled over her words. “Babe, it was an accident. This idiot parked his bike carelessly!”

Damian, starting to get angry, said, “Shut your mouth!” and slapped Mona. “How dare you be rude to the Master—”

“Mr. Wagner, don’t mention my name!” Gaston interrupted sharply.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Damian quickly apologized, looking frightened.

Mona, holding her red cheek from the slap, appeared embarrassed and upset. “You better apologize to him!” Damian pointed at Gaston.

Mona, with a regretful expression, said, “Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Huh, you were so arrogant before,” Gaston replied sarcastically. “Now you’re bowing your head and asking for forgiveness.”

“This is just a misunderstanding,” Mona tried to explain. “I was in a hurry and—”

“You insulted and damaged my bike with such arrogance. Your words of apology mean nothing!” Gaston responded firmly.

Mona pleaded desperately, “Forgive me, Mr. Wagner, I can’t think straight because I’m upset.”

“Master, please don’t be angry. I’ll make this right,” Damian tried to calm him down.

Mona stood there, her face flushed, clearly feeling humiliated in front of Damian and Gaston. “Babe, I’m being embarrassed like this. Why are you still begging him?” she complained, her voice full of disappointment. “What’s so great about him anyway?”

Gaston, starting to feel more confident, responded challengingly, “Want to find out?” He knew he had something more than just the foolish appearance people usually saw.

Mona shot him a scornful glance. “What can you do? Don’t act like you have some magical power.” 

Gaston didn’t respond, but calmly focused his "magic eyes." He zeroed in on the diamond necklace around Mona’s neck with sharp intensity. In an instant, his eyes emitted a strange light that only he could see, as if he could penetrate the layers of material and uncover the truth behind it.

“Miss,” he began, “you’re wearing a fake diamond.” His voice was filled with confidence. “Even though it looks 90% like the real thing, it’s fake.”

Mona was taken aback, her eyes widening. “You don’t know how to test diamonds. How dare you say it’s fake!” She tried to maintain her dignity, but deep down, she felt a hint of doubt.

Gaston was unfazed by her challenge. He knew how to prove his claim. Using his magic eyes, he began to analyze the necklace in depth. In his view, he could see the internal structure of the diamond. He observed the crystal patterns and how the light reflected off the surface.

“Real diamonds have a very unique crystal structure,” he explained, “and when light passes through a diamond, it produces a brighter, more dazzling light. However, this diamond…” He pointed with his finger, “you can see the reflected light isn’t consistent.”

He angled the necklace toward the sunlight streaming from the building, watching closely. “Look, if you observe carefully, there’s an unnatural shine. It looks like glass or maybe just regular crystal.”

Mona, beginning to feel pressured, tried to hold her ground. “That’s impossible!” she said defensively. Yet, she was starting to doubt her own necklace.

“Furthermore,” Gaston continued, “you know that real diamonds won’t fog up when you breathe on them. Let’s give it a try.” He exhaled onto the surface of the necklace. In his view, he could clearly see that the necklace immediately fogged up, indicating it wasn’t a real diamond.

Mona was stunned, unable to hide the disbelief on her face. “But… but…” She searched for words but couldn’t find any.

“This necklace doesn’t meet the standards of a real diamond,” Gaston asserted, “and if you really knew about diamonds, you would recognize the difference.” He traced the necklace with his finger, pointing out the fine scratches on the surface—a sign that it wasn’t a high-quality item.

Mona began to feel cornered, her face flushing with embarrassment.