The Son-in-law Dominance

From Now On, I'll Protect You

The banquet hall fell unusually silent, as if everyone was witnessing Amanda's humiliation.

However, in Ken's eyes, it was not so.

Amanda, the woman who once shielded him from bullets.

Watching her now, helpless against the forced marriage imposed by the family, Ken felt a moment of empathy.

Nixon family head, Alfred Nixon, held a microphone and said, "This is all Old Nixon's decision. If you have objections, take it up with him."

The crowd buzzed again, and mocking congratulations echoed everywhere.

"Congratulations, congratulations! The Nixon family has chosen a son-in-law."

"That's right. I heard he's even a door-to-door son-in-law. This is a great thing."

Ken's identity was exposed.

"What is this? Isn't he just a beggar?"

The whole place was in an uproar, discussing how they had chosen a complete waste.

"This isn't choosing a son-in-law; it's choosing scum for Amanda, right?"

Listening to the guests' comments, Amanda's face turned ashen.

At this moment, her mind was completely blank. The usually sharp-minded woman found her brain spinning too slow, and she didn't even know what she was thinking.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. I'm Ken!"

Ken walked over, extending his hand. Amanda looked at him stiffly, her eyes full of unwillingness.

Mother Ellie angrily shouted, "Get away! What qualifications do you have to make my daughter marry you? You're making my daughter a laughingstock..."

Ellie was resolute, turning to Amanda, "Don't worry, daughter. I'll go talk to your grandfather. He must be confused. I'll talk to him."

"Get away!"

Before leaving, Ellie pushed Ken, blocking her path, and walked out in a huff.

Without Mother's support, Amanda couldn't stand steady. Her body swayed, almost collapsing.

Ken, quick-witted, stepped forward, tightly embracing Amanda.

As their eyes met, hers were filled with unwillingness, resentment, and helplessness.

This matchmaking was designed to humiliate her from start to finish.

Tomorrow, every street and alley would be talking about it.

How could she face the world now?

Perhaps in the eyes of the other members of the Nixon family, she was only worthy of marrying a complete loser.

Thinking of this, tears surged in Amanda's eyes.

Since her father's death, she had learned one thing: to hide her emotions. Even when greatly wronged, she never exploded in front of others.

Tears were a symbol of weakness, but today, she couldn't hold back.

At this moment, Samuel Nixon approached to taunt her again.

"Hey, you've already embraced each other so quickly. You guys really can't wait, huh?"

Amanda broke free from Ken's embrace, barely holding back her cries, wiping away tears and sniffling.

Samuel Nixon didn't miss any opportunity to humiliate her. "Congratulations, I have to say. You found a one-in-a-hundred man. Why don't you two go to the bridal chamber today while Grandpa is still here? Quickly have a son so that you have a chance to inherit the Nixon family fortune. Hahaha..."

"Get lost!"

Amanda shouted loudly. Her voice echoed throughout the hall, and everyone turned to look at her.

Samuel Nixon looked around, his face somewhat unsightly. With a darkened face, he lowered his voice and retorted, "You actually dare to tell me to get lost? You think I'm giving you face?"

In an angry stride, Samuel Nixon approached, and Amanda, unwilling to show weakness, raised her hand to strike.

But as her palm lifted, Uncle's voice came through the microphone.

"Amanda, mind your status!"

Amanda's movement froze. Mind her status. Yes, she was just the most despised daughter in the Nixon family.

But as Amanda was lost in thought...

"Smack!"

Samuel Nixon's palm struck Amanda's face.

Amanda's head turned to the side, a bright red handprint on her face. She was publicly slapped.

Samuel Nixon gloated, "I am the eldest grandson of the Nixon family. Who are you? How dare you tell me to get lost? You think you deserve it? And you dare to hit me. Hit her so everyone can see!"

This arrogance from Samuel Nixon didn't trigger any rebuke. Uncle Alfred Nixon acted as if he hadn't seen it, inviting guests to eat and drink, saying, "Children's conflicts are not our concern. Come, find a quiet place, let's talk about cooperation. When I inherit the Nixon family, in terms of kickbacks..."

Alfred Nixon led the businessmen out of the banquet hall, leaving only the onlookers behind.

Amanda felt like she was in the depths of despair. Before, when Grandpa was clear-headed, the others in the Nixon family wouldn't be so arrogant towards her. But now, with Grandpa on his deathbed, they were so outrageous.

Samuel Nixon, arrogant and domineering, pointed at Amanda and jeered, "You bitch. Just because you suppress me everywhere, do you really think you're something?"

Amanda clenched her fists, tears of grievance finally unable to be held back.

Samuel Nixon angrily scolded, "And you still have the face to cry? Go cry at home. Don't embarrass the Nixon family here."

Amanda felt abandoned by the world, powerless to retort.

But just at that moment, a pair of large hands lifted her from the ground. Looking to the side, it was Ken. His gaze was sharp, providing an unprecedented sense of security.

"From today on, you are my wife. I swear with my life, your will is my will. Regardless of life or death, richness or poverty, I will protect you, cherish you, and not let you suffer any harm."