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The Ruthless Son-in-law Forty eight
Staring at Dylan in complete shock, cold sweat trickled down Dean's forehead as his father kept shouting in his ears."We're completely screwed, Dean! It's over for us!"Dean opened his mouth to ask something, but through the phone, he heard the sound of a siren, followed by the sound of hard knocks. Then he heard the police officers asking his father to come to the station for an investigation.Suddenly, his legs went jelly and his phone fell and smashed on the ground.Jacques looked at him with a frown on his face. "What the hell is going on, man? You look like someone who has seen a ghost."Dean kept his eyes on Dylan, his face completely pale and his whole being uneasy. "Wh…what did you do? How did you…"Dylan replied with a sneer. "What do you think, Dean? Just like how my life went POOF abruptly, I decided to return the favor. That's what it means to have such a turnaround in life. Don't worry, I understand what you're going through now.""What's going on here?" Jordan asked, fe
The Ruthless Son-in-law Forty nine
Hermione was working on something on her computer when her office door opened and her secretary walked in."Ma'am, there's someone here to see you."Hermione looked up and stretched her forehead in confusion. "Someone? Who?""She introduced herself as Letty Grey. She said she knows your husband, Dylan Clifford and there's something she wants to say about him."Hermione was interested so she nodded and said, "Let her in."The secretary equally nodded and left.Soon, Letty entered the office and sized it up as she walked toward Hermione's desk. She gave a hmph sound, as she saw it fairly attractive before looking at Hermione. Then a frown appeared on her face. "So you're Dylan Clifford's wife."Hermione leaned against her chair, looking all bossy. "And who are you to him?"Letty dragged a chair and sat down. "I was just a high school mate of your husband. I heard things went bad for him."Hermione nodded. "Yeah, that's unfortunate.""I also heard you plan to divorce him. You're such a r
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty
Madame Jenna Owens, the aunt of Lord Nigel Owens arrived at his office looking very serious and ready for an argument. She forced a smile on her face as she looked at Lord Owens who leaned against his swivel chair prepared for her incessant controversy.She was becoming like a broken record.She dragged a chair and sat down with her legs all crossed, protruding a mighty feeling that could make anyone sink. But not Lord Owens.She was elegant but her old age was already visible in her appearance. Though she was still a strong woman who was always ready for a fight. "I didn't want to waste my time coming here, Nigel but you gave me no choice." She began and continued, "I don't know how much I can keep persuading you, Nigel. I'm trying to tell you what's good for us, for you, but why aren't you seeing it?""Seeing what? Aunt, you keep saying the same thing and I keep telling you the same thing. Apex Conglomerate is not mine. I'm only keeping it…""For the rightful owner. I get it, Nigel
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty one
Madame Maria was shocked to hear Madame Sharon was in her compound. She stood in front of her widely-opened door, waiting as the gateman opened the gate and Madame Sharon drove in.She frowned, came out of her house, and stood on the porch, still looking confused.She hasn't seen a reason to go after Madame Sharon after Dylan's promise to her and for some reason, she trusted him. So for Madame Sharon to be in her house, there must be fire burning fiercely on the mountain cause nothing would have brought Madame Sharon's two feet to her home.Coming out of her car, Madame Sharon slammed her door shut and walked toward Madame Maria with a revolted expression. She climbed toward the porch until she was face to face with Madame Maria."What are you doing in my house, Sharon?" Madame Maria questioned with a twisted mouth.Madame Sharon scoffed, her chin up with steady eye contact. "Keep pretending, Maria. I know what you've been up to.""You have to make me understand what you are saying o
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty two
The guy looked around in fear, of course, wondering what happened to him. How he got to the place where his hands were chained against the ceiling, his legs tied to the ground, and surrounded by unfamiliar faces."Where am I?" He asked, his voice enveloped in fear as he looked up at Azure King.Azure King scoffed. "You're not the one asking the question. I am. My first question will have to be…who are you?""I ain't answering shit!" The man spat out in a labored breath. "Tell me where the f*ck am I?"Princess Mane lifted the baton in her hand and whacked the man hard in his side causing him to groan loudly in pain.Azure King chuckled. "There are so many things to do to you…" He said, walking toward a table where he kept his torturing toys.He grabbed one of the cattle prods from the table and spun it in his hands with a manual grin. He pressed a button and a current of electricity sizzled at the end of the prod, casting an eerie light in the room.The man's eyes were fearfully opened
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty three
"Knew you'd be here, dad." Azure King arrived at the golf course in Red's Angels. Lord Owens was playing golf with Sir. George Mallory and one of his executives while talking about how business is going. They were all dressed in casual attire and face caps.Seeing Azure King, he stretched his brow in surprise. "Oh. You're here."Azure King nodded. "Yes. There's something important you need to know."Lord Owens nodded and hollered at the female golf caddy who immediately ran toward him with the luggage caddie and took his golf stick with a bow of respect and fear."Excuse me." Lord Owens said to the executives and he walked further away to talk to Azure King.They soon stopped and he said, "Go on. What did the bastard say?""He said he's a mercenary. He was hired by his assistant boss to kill Dylan." Azure King divulged.Lord Owens's brows knitted together in confusion. "Assistant boss? Who's this assistant boss?""Marcus Lopez." Azure King answered. "He works at…""Davis Steel Industr
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty four
Hermione has been trying to call Martha's cellphone but no reply. It was obvious Martha was screening her calls since the last time they talked, they were left on a bad note.She sighed as she wondered if she should just go to Avant-garde to visit or if she should head straight to Sunset bar where she discovered Dylan was working.She took her bag and stood up from her chair, deciding to meet up with Dylan where he works. She looked at her secretary who was standing in front of her. "I need to head out.""Yes, ma'am." The secretary nodded.Meanwhile, at Sunset bar, Dylan was in deep thought about the information he got from Princess Mane. He looked at her as she sat on the stool in front of the counter. "So, this Kevin is just a mercenary and we have no idea who really wants me dead. That's seriously unflattering.""We'll figure it out. Definitely." Princess Mane assured him. "This is what we do. It's our job. We'll find this Marco Lopez and find out who wants you dead."Dylan looked
The Ruthless Son-in-law Fifty five
"This is disturbing, Marco. The guy whom you sent to do the job, how come he's unreachable? Don't you see what this means?"Marco gritted his teeth with his hands placed on the round table inside the restaurant they were in. He's been worried too. He has tried to call Kevin numerous times but to no avail and Kevin is not the type to bail.There was something wrong somewhere and he hated how uneasy and anxious he was feeling."Hopefully, he's not caught. Although it doesn't seem to be the case. Just tell me what you need me to do this time and I'll make sure I dread it carefully, Mr. Lance." Marco assured.Mr. Lance sighed and leaned against the chair he was sitting on in deep thought. "There has to be a reason why your mercenary didn't succeed. It couldn't be out of dumb sheer luck, so he wants him trailed. He wants to know everything Dylan is up to."Marco nodded. "That is definitely no…"Marco's phone began to ring. He looked at it and saw it was his daughter. He glanced at Mr. Lanc