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The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 30
They barely made it a few steps before bumping into a woman in a sharp, tailored suit. She was standing right in their path, her posture rigid, her face obscured by a sleek mask with gold detailing. Sinclair was quick to speak. "Hey, move it," he snapped, a hint of irritation in his voice.But Zen raised a hand, followed by a smirk playing at his lips as he recognized the poised figure before them. "You're quite the superstar these days, Keisha. I hardly see you anymore."Keisha removed her mask with a practiced grace, revealing a calm, composed expression that seemed almost serene amidst the chaos of the auction. Her lips curled into a slight smile. "Well, when my boss decides that blowing twenty billion on a chest is his idea of fun, I have to stay busy."Sinclair’s eyes widened in surprise. "Keisha!" he exclaimed, realizing who she was. He didn’t expect to see her there, let alone hear her speak so casually about the staggering sum Zen had just spent.Zen chuckled softly, unfazed.
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 31
The soft hum of the car engine was drowned out by the news blaring from the radio. “Breaking news from Fairy Island: the Albrecht family has recorded their highest surge in income in a single day—twenty billion dollars.” Zen leaned forward and switched off the radio with a flick of his wrist, his expression unreadable as he took of his mask. “No mention of the auction hall,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. He turned to Sinclair, who was seated next to him, a thoughtful look on his face. “Why wasn’t the auction mentioned? They made it sound like it came from nowhere.”Sinclair shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “These sorts of things, the general public doesn’t need that kind of information. The allure of Fairy Island is its mystery. People are drawn to it because it’s like a dream—a place where anything can happen. Keeping details under wraps keeps that dream alive for 90% of the citizens.”Zen nodded, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee. “I suppose you’r
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 32
“Keisha!” Zen’s voice sliced through the room with a commanding tone.Keisha turned swiftly, her usually calm expression attentive. “Yes, Chief?”Zen took a slow step towards her, his eyes fixed with a calculating stare. “I need you to respond to Malia. Tell her we’re willing to lend her the money she needs for ‘Operation: Sky City’ but on one condition.”Keisha raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “What’s the condition?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.Zen’s lips curled into a sly smile. “We’ll tell her that we’ll start reclaiming our loan from the profits generated by the city they’ll build. It sounds beneficial, right? Like a fair deal.”Sinclair, sitting nearby, leaned forward, his interest piqued. “That does sound fair. What’s the catch?”Zen’s smile widened, the devious glint in his eyes becoming more pronounced. “The loophole is this: the contract will specify ‘profits from when they build the city.’ But we won’t wait until it’s completed. We’ll start demanding
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 33
Zen watched through a narrow opening in the door as the other interns buzzed around the ward. They were all busy with their tasks, some carefully preparing tinctures, while others mixed herbs. There was an air of quiet concentration, interrupted only by the occasional clatter of a jar or the muttered instructions of a more experienced nurse. He observed them for a moment longer, then turned his attention back to Tasha as they finished up their own tasks.Tasha glanced at Zen, noticing his gaze drifting towards the other interns. "Want me to introduce you to the others?" she asked, gesturing toward the group.Zen shook his head, his expression indifferent. “No need. I don’t want to bother myself with remembering names.”One of the interns overheard and looked up, scoffing. “He sounds like a rich kid.”Another intern, without looking up from his work, added, “Yeah, that’s how they all are. Snobbish.”Zen’s lips curled into a faint smile, finding their assumptions amusing. He wasn’t offe
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 34
The light on Zen’s phone blinked, pulling him back to reality. He picked it up and answered with a quiet, “Yeah?” Keisha’s voice came through, slightly muffled. “Malia has eaten the bait.” Zen's lips curled into a sly smile. “Perfect,” he replied coolly. “Thanks, Keisha.” Without another word, he hung up, his smile lingering as he thought about the next steps in his plan. Almost immediately, his phone buzzed again. It was Willow. “Tom, your suit is ready,” she said cheerfully. “You forgot about the big four families’ party tonight, didn’t you?” “Shiiii!” Zen cursed, realizing he’d almost let it slip his mind. “Thanks for the reminder, Willow.” Sensing an opportunity, Willow's tone became teasing. “So... when should I be ready?” she asked, trying to sound casual. Zen chuckled. “Sorry, Willow, but I already have a date for the night.” He could almost hear her pout through the phone.
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 35
As Zen and Rosalia drove through the bustling streets toward the event hall, a tense silence filled the car. Rosalia’s eyes fixed ahead, seeming lost in thought. Zen, however, couldn't help but glance at her every now and then. He finally broke the silence, his voice was low. "Rosalia," he began, "what’s the real deal with this Big Four gala?"Rosalia turned her head slightly, a faint smile playing at her lips. "The gala?" She echoed. "Well, on the surface, it’s a charity event. But in reality, it's more about maintaining the balance of power. The Big Four families—they need the world to see them together, to remind everyone that their alliance is still strong, still in control."Zen nodded slowly, processing her words. "So, it's more like a show of strength than an actual charity event," he said.Rosalia chuckled. "Exactly. They have to appear united, to let the public know that their power isn't waning. It’s about reassurance—both to the people and to themselves."Zen frowned, glanc
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As they weaved through the bustling crowd, Rosalia led Zen with a firm grip on his arm. The grand hall echoed with laughter and chatter, but the moment she approached a group of older men standing at the center, the noise seemed to diminish. Zen could feel the weight of every gaze in the room. "Come," Rosalia whispered, pulling him closer. "I want you to meet my grandfather, the patriarch of the Albrecht family."Zen’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t say a word. He followed her with a relaxed posture. As they reached the group, Zen found himself standing before the Big Four—powerful men whose influence stretched across the country.Rosalia's grandfather, a tall man with a deceptively cheerful face, stepped forward, his smile was wide. “Rosalia, my dear,” he greeted warmly, his voice carrying an air of authority. “Grandfather,” Rosalia said, with a respectful but light tone. “I’d like you to meet Tom.”Zen stood his ground, unbending, unbowed. No gestures of respect, no nods. J
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 37
Zen leaned over to Rosalia. “Hey, could you point me to the restroom?”Rosalia nodded and stood up. “I’ll take you there.”Zen gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “No need to stress yourself. Just point me in the right direction.”She gave him a small smile and pointed down a hallway. “It’s straight down there. The last door on the left.”“Thanks,” Zen replied, giving her a nod before making his way toward the restroom.___As he finished washing his hands and stepped out of the restroom, he almost bumped into two men waiting outside—Silas Wales and his friend, Dave. Zen’s eyes met Silas's, and he recognized the familiar sneer. Silas, whose ego Zen had bruised in a previous encounter, clearly hadn’t forgotten.“Long time no see,” Silas said with a forced smile, his tone dripping with condescension.Zen raised an eyebrow, with a calm expression. “It’s been a while, Silas,” he replied evenly, not showing any hint of concern.Dave smirked, leaning against the wall. “Still
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People started to gather. The boutique was dead silent. The saleswoman’s face had drained of all color, her lips parting like she wanted to say something—anything—but no words came out. The manager, sensing the tension thick in the air, cleared his throat and forced a professional smile."Sir, if you'd follow me, I'll ensure you get the best service."Zen didn't move immediately. His gaze remained on the woman, watching her discomfort stretch until the air felt suffocating. Then, with an exhale of amusement, he finally stepped forward, his movements unhurried as he followed the manager deeper into the store.Behind him, he could feel the saleswoman’s stare burning into his back, but she didn’t dare say a word.The store’s private fitting area was as luxurious as expected—plush seating, a full-length mirror framed in gold, and a velvet curtain to section off the changing space. The manager personally brought over the suit Zen had requested, along with a selection of others that, in his
Chapter 110
Zen parked his car smoothly in front of a luxury boutique, stepping out with the usual unhurried grace that made people second-guess his every move. The store’s exterior gleamed under the city lights, the gold-plated logo above the entrance screaming exclusivity. Through the glass, he could see the meticulously arranged displays—elegant suits, designer dresses, and accessories that probably cost more than most people’s rent.He wasn’t in a rush.Pushing the door open, he stepped inside, his entrance barely acknowledged by the employees. A quick glance told him why—most of the workers were focused on the impeccably dressed customers browsing the racks. The kind of customers they assumed had money.Zen adjusted his cuffs and walked toward the suit section, his eyes scanning the options. He needed something sleek, something commanding. His fingers trailed over the fabric of a deep charcoal suit, the material smooth beneath his touch.“Excuse me, sir.”A clipped voice cut through the air,
Chapter 109
Zen pulled out his phone and dialed Sinclair. The call connected almost instantly.“Yo, boss,” Sinclair answered. “What’s up?”“I need everything you have on Catherine Caldwell,” Zen said, his voice even.Sinclair let out a low chuckle. “Catherine, huh? Interesting choice. You planning on buying art or something else?”Zen ignored the jab. “Just tell me what you know.”“She’s an influential art curator. Runs in high society circles, big money connections. Collectors love her, and so do men with a certain... taste.”Zen’s fingers drummed against his knee. “And her history?”“She used to be real close to you—well, the old you,” Sinclair said. “Back when you were obsessed with Malia Rossi. Catherine, though? She was obsessed with you.”Zen narrowed his eyes. “How close are we talking?”“Close enough that she’d know things no one else would. If anyone has answers about your past, it’s her.”There was a pause before Sinclair added, “Funny thing is, she’s hosting an exhibition tonight. I’ve
Chapter 108
Zen kept his grip tight, pressing Lady P against the wall. Her breathing was uneven, her sharp eyes scanning his face, searching for something—anything—that would confirm her growing suspicion."You’re not him," she muttered, her voice laced with certainty. "Tom would never look at me like this."Zen didn’t flinch. He leaned in slightly, his tone even. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."Lady P let out a dry laugh. "Oh, please. You really expect me to believe you’re Tom Rossi? The same man who used to walk in here all cocky, pretending he had everything figured out?"Zen stayed silent.She tilted her head, studying him. "You move differently. You talk differently. Hell, even your eyes… There’s something in them that wasn’t there before." She narrowed her gaze. "So, tell me. Who the hell are you?"Zen exhaled through his nose, loosening his hold just enough to let her breathe properly. "I already told you. I’m Tom.""Bullshit.""I lost my memory," Zen said flatly.Lady P’s expres
Chapter 107
Zen stormed through the building’s front entrance, his gaze steely as he approached the security desk. The two guards at the reception stood up immediately. They exchanged quick glances before one of them stepped forward, trying to block Zen’s path."Sorry, sir, you can’t go through," the guard said, voice shaking. "Please wait here."Zen didn’t even break his stride. His eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a brief, humorless smirk. "You don’t want to do that," he said calmly, but the menace in his voice was undeniable.Before the guard could respond, a loud, commanding voice rang out from behind him. "Let him through."The woman who spoke appeared out of nowhere, striding forward with an aura of authority that made the guards hesitate. She was tall, sharp-eyed, and dressed in a dark, sleek suit. Her presence was magnetic, and the guards, caught off guard, stepped aside at her command."That’s right," the woman continued, her tone cool and unbothered as she approached Zen. "If you w
Chapter 106
Zen arrived at the meeting location and was led to the spacious, modern office where Mrs. Evelyn Rossi sat, her arms folded, her gaze hard. She didn't rise to greet him when he entered, and Zen didn’t expect her to."Tom," she greeted sharply, her tone cold and stiff, as though this encounter was one of many long, drawn-out confrontations.Zen didn’t respond immediately. He simply walked past her, taking a seat at the sleek glass table, his expression unchanging. "I assume this isn't a social visit," he said, the flatness of his tone cutting through the tension in the room.Mrs. Evelyn remained standing, glaring at him as if daring him to flinch. "You’ve made a terrible mistake," she began, her voice trembling with restrained anger. "You have no idea what this is going to cost us, what this will cost you."Zen leaned back in his chair, maintaining an air of calm that only seemed to infuriate her more. "I know exactly what I’m doing.""No, you don’t," she snapped, taking a step forward
Chapter 105
Zen walked into Willow’s office, the door clicking shut behind him. She was already looking up from her desk, a slight smirk forming on her lips."Chief," Willow greeted with an air of familiarity and subtle amusement. "It’s been a while. You look… different."Zen’s eyes flicked over to her, but he didn’t immediately respond. He slid into the chair across from her, setting his iPad down on the desk. His voice was cool when he finally spoke. “Been busy.”Willow leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, studying him. “I noticed. You’ve been avoiding me?”Zen’s gaze remained steady. “Avoiding is a strong word.”“Not if it’s the truth,” Willow replied, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve barely seen you around. You know, I thought I’d have to send a search party to find you.”“I don’t need searching,” Zen said with a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He picked up the coffee mug Willow had placed on the desk earlier. “I’m here now.”Willow’s smirk widened. “Yeah, you are.” She lean
Chapter 104
Zen’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as the car sped toward the Mega Group headquarters. The morning traffic was surprisingly light, and his mind raced through everything he had to do. His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking his concentration. He reached over and answered it without hesitation.The screen lit up, and Sinclair’s face appeared on the other end of the video call. His usual sharp expression was replaced by a look of intensity, signaling that he had something important to share.“Zen,” Sinclair said, his voice low, “I’ve got the findings you requested.”Zen’s attention sharpened as he settled into his seat, focusing entirely on Sinclair. “Go ahead. What do you have for me?”Sinclair glanced to the side, clearly looking through his notes before he spoke again. “Raquel—this company you’ve been asking about—is owned by a French businessman. They’re known for producing computers, but...” He paused, his fingers tapping on the screen. “After deep research, we discover
Chapter 103
The next morning, Zen woke up early and was already by the patient’s side. He noticed Diane was awake now, slowly into the room, her eyes heavy from sleep but filled with relief. Her father had improved overnight, and Zen’s work was done.She walked into the room with her hands clasped in front of her, looking as though she wanted to say something, but hesitated. “Tom,” she said quietly, her voice filled with gratitude, “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. I know we agreed on payment, but—” She paused, clearly hesitant. “I’ll pay you back in installments, just like we talked about. It’s the least I can do.”Zen didn’t look up from his packing. He continued organizing his things. “Diane, it’s not about the money,” he said in a neutral tone, his voice steady. “I’m just glad I could help. Your father needed it.”She took a few steps closer, her eyes softening. “I meant it when I said I’d pay you back,” she insisted, her tone more earnest now. “I—I don’t think we can eve
