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The Ruthless Son-in-law Forty three
'Do you know how much you've suffered for the years you've worked under Robert Clifford? How can you be so reckless, Owens? You've earned the stage you're in now but you're just gonna hand it over just because a dead guy told you so?'Lord Owens grunted at the words his aunt spat at him. How dare she dare dictate how he lives his life? That thieving, cunning woman. A week has passed by already.He was in the boardroom at Red's Angels sitting on one of the chairs, expecting some important guests. He had an uneasy throbbing feeling that things could go wrong if he didn't take matters into his own hands.The door opened and a girl and a boy entered.The boy with his hands shoved in his pocket walked toward his father and said, "Hey, dad. What's up?"Lord Owens had two adopted kids known by their nicknames as Azure King and Cloud Mane, also referred to as Princess Mane. Their real names are Adonis Owens and Jessica Owens.They are Apex Conglomerate's main battle forces in the underworld
The Ruthless Son-in-law Forty four
"Shit!"Dylan cursed he ran for his life with Azure King beside him. The bullets were just throwing at different places but they kept running, hoping it didn't target them.Azure King finally got to a blue SUV car waiting for him and opened the passenger seat before shouting, "Get in!"Without wasting any time, Dylan got in and Azure King followed, then he slammed the door shut. "Ok, drive."The car started and it sped away.Dylan held the arm that was hit by a bullet and his face contorted at the pain that shot through his body."You're seriously bleeding." Azure King made it known as he looked at his bloodied arm.Then princess Mane hollered as she drove, "I do not want my car stained with blood. It'll be hard to clean."Dylan could only scoff and looked away out the window as they drove past different people and things."So as my father thought, there's someone targeting you, but who?" Azure King began the serious conversation that got Dylan's attention.Dylan looked at him with an
The Ruthless Son-in-law Forty five
The next day, Dylan got a call from the Harpers that they needed to see him urgently. He knew they were gonna call him but he was surprised they didn't do that yesterday. They probably didn't have the courage.He's also gonna use the chance to know if it was Harold who attempted to kill him. Hopefully, he's around and not hanging out with Sean.He was still wearing the arm sling when he arrived at the Harpers villa. He talked inaudibly to the securities for a long while, and gave them huge amounts of money which they gracefully accepted with endless bows and 'thank you' which were the only audible words that were heard.Then he walked toward the living room entrance and knocked on the door.The door opened and he was face to face with Harold who gave him a smirk before letting him in. "So, as usual, you can't fend for yourself, Harold. You're still eating out of your aunt's hand like a dog." Dylan annoyed and looked at him.Harold's face fell, his eyes red and his hands fisted in ange
The Ruthless Son-in-law forty six
It was a new day but not a bright and pleasant one for Madame Sharon.She came down the stairs still in her pajamas looking weary and unkempt. Her head was pounding seriously and she felt weak so she needed to get a glass of water to take a relief medicine.Hermione, already dressed up for work and eating a sandwich for breakfast, was shocked to see her mom looking – abnormal. She always made sure she looked enticing every single time.So she asked, "Are you okay, mom? You look sick."Madame Sharon could only sigh. She went to get a glass of water and she drank her medicine.She was sure it wasn't a dream though.Her phone in her hand suddenly began ringing. She looked at the caller ID and saw it was unknown but she picked it up anyway, "Hello. Who's this?""Hi, Madame Sharon." She heard a familiar female voice. "You miss me?"Madame Sharon blinked, beginning to lose her stamina. "Wh…what?""It's me. The girl you killed. Ravenna."Madame Sharon gasped, moved backward in shock and fear
The Ruthless Son-in-law Forty seven
"Bartender, need a scotch here! Someone on a stool close to the counter hollered.Dylan turned with the bottle of scotch with a glass cup in his hand. He dropped the glass in front of the customer and poured him a full glass of beer and he went ahead to attend to other customers.He was no longer wearing the arm sling cause he didn't need it. His arm was just bandaged underneath his shirt.A young lady dressed all slutty has had her eyes on him for a while. She's also been trying to give him advances but he kept ignoring her.She knew she had to be more confronting so she waved her hand at him as he finished attending to a table.Dylan sighed, although knowing what she was gonna bother him about but he went anyway. He had a non-serious expression which also portrayed respect as he said, "What can I help you with, Ms.?"The lady smiled at him, happy to see she was now face to face with him. "Has anyone ever told you you're handsome?" She said as she looked at him like someone planning
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