The Underrated Son-in-Law is Secretly A Trillionaire

Chapter 6: You Will Regret This

A hundred billion! 

Jason went into shock as he tried counting the zeros that now belonged to him. 6 zero—11 freaking zeros. How was he going to spend all of that?! His monthly income was a little over 5000 dollars. After cutting out his debts and part-fees, he was usually left with a thousand.

As of yesterday, he was fine with using a thousand dollars to survive every month. He managed, denying himself a life of luxury—not that he had a choice other than being poor. And Layla hadn't been fine with it, which was why she had cheated on him with that pompous asshole.

Jason shook his head, blotting out the memory of Layla that intended to destroy his joy now.

"Are—are you serious?" 

Raymond chuckled. "Yes, it's yours. Young master, this is really all yours."

He knew it was his, Maxe included,but this was starting to get too real.

"Holy shit."

Jason's hands shook as he picked the bank card up. It overwhelmed him because he knew what his life was like yesterday before he received Raymond's call.

He held it in his palms. It was too light for its worth, but he couldn't stop staring at it. The hundred million sitting in his old account felt like scraps compared to this. 

And the idea of being a trillionaire got to him now. It wasn't just talk. This was evidence. 

"Well, we don’t want to waste anymore time—" Raymond's phone rang, cutting him short.

He gestured for Jason to carry on without him.

As Jason left the office, he waved, taunting Bella, who stood behind her desk, bowing to him. 

Suddenly, the elevator chimed. Four people stepped onto the second floor. It was the receptionist at the front desk, marching in with Maxe security guards and another man Jason had never seen before.

By the looks of it, this man was the one with the key card that brought them up.

"There. That's the thief who escaped! Seize him!" The receptionist named Tori was too furious to notice the man she called a thief was now dressed like a boss.

The security guards eyed Jason's expensive suit and hesitated. They had seen him wearing rags on his way in, but he looked like a totally different man now.

"What are you fools waiting for?! He's a thief. Seize him!" She screamed in their faces again.

Jason had a headache. He cracked his neck, sparing the circus group in front of him a bored frown.

"Do you need mental help, Tori? You are so confident calling your new boss a thief."

The security guards gasped. The man they had come with, who was also dressed in an expensive suit, frowned in awe. Only Tori blazened like a furnace, unbelieving.

"Tori!" Bella whisper-yelled, trying to get her friend's attention. "Tori! Stop—"

But the receptionist stepped forward, acting alone and riding on her foolish anger. She visibly shook with rage as she grabbed Jason's collar, eyes bulged.

"Did you hold a gun to the general manager's head to get this suit?" She spat in his face, narrowing her eyes to dark slits. "I bet you stole this, too. Did you think you would get away with it? Guess what? You are nothing but a gutter rat. Not even stolen expensive suits can hide the fact that a grain of sand is worth more than you!"

Jason couldn't move. He felt a burst of pain in his chest. Her words wounded him.

And his eyes held hate. Pure hatred seasoned with max fury. He took a napkin from his dress pocket and wiped his face.

Seething, he said, "You will regret this."

"I don't regret anything I set my mind to do, thief."

"I will also enjoy watching you beg me for your job, bitch."

"What are you blockheads waiting for?!" Still holding Jason's collar, she screamed at the security guards behind her. "Go and check if the general manager is okay. Who knows what this criminal might have done to him!"

The security guards rushed past Jason, about to barge into Raymond's office, but the old man beat them to it. He came out, shocked at the scene happening here.

"What is the meaning of this?"