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The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 87
The crowd watched in tense silence, eyes darting between the patriarch of the Wales family and Zen, whose calm demeanor hadn’t shifted an inch. Zen slipped his hands casually into his pockets, his posture relaxed yet commanding—a man standing in the eye of the storm while chaos swirled around him. The patriarch’s smile faltered for just a fraction of a second. It was as though Zen’s silence unsettled him more than any sharp retort would have. “What’s the matter?” the old man prodded, his voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Cat got your tongue?” Zen tilted his head slightly, the faintest of smirks tugging at the corner of his lips. The patriarch’s eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, his shoes clicking against the polished floor. “I’ll admit it,” he continued, his voice carrying the weight of years spent commanding others. “You’ve got guts. I’ve seen men twice your age crumble when standing in front of me. But you…” He gestured vaguely in Tom’s direction. “You’re
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 88
Outside, Malia stepped out of the sleek black limo, smoothing the soft fabric of her dress as she waited for her mother to join her. The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of chatter from guests arriving at the gala. Her mother, always poised, followed with a graceful step, clutching a small diamond-studded clutch as though it were her lifeline. “This is it,” her mother said, glancing toward the towering, illuminated building ahead. “Our chance to finally get things moving. You know how important tonight is, Malia.” “I know,” Malia replied, matching her mother’s pace as they made their way toward the grand entrance. “If we can get one of the big four families to back us, tackling Mega Group might actually be possible.” Her mother’s lips curved into a tight smile. “The Wales patriarch is our best bet. He’s always looking for ways to outmaneuver the others. All we need is for him to see the opportunity in us.” “And if he doesn’t?” Malia asked softly, though she alread
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 89
Meanwhile, the Wales patriarch’s shock was beginning to turn into fury. He pointed a trembling finger at Zen. “You… this has to be some sort of trick. Who do you think you are?” Zen’s gaze turned to him, and for the first time, there was a hint of something dangerous behind his eyes. “I already told you who I am,” Zen said, his voice still soft but cutting through the noise. “You just didn’t listen.” The patriarch took a step back, his confidence cracking with every passing second. Around him, the crowd had already made their decision. Eyes that once dismissed Zen now held awe. Malia’s mother finally found her voice, though it was quieter than usual. “This… this changes everything.” Malia nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at Zen. “Yeah. It does.” The frenzy continued to spread like wildfire, voices overlapping in confusion and disbelief. The Wales patriarch, for all his bravado, could do nothing but stand there, his fists clenching at his sides. Yaya’s
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 90
Somewhere in the villa, The Wales patriarch was suffocating, the office was thick with the weight of unspoken agendas. The dark wood walls seemed to close in, while the faint glow of the chandelier did little to dispel the heavy air. At the head of the long mahogany table stood the Wales patriarch, hands pressed firmly against the polished surface. His jaw was tight, rage barely concealed beneath his controlled expression. The doors creaked open. The patriarch of the Albrecht family entered first, his towering frame filling the doorway. He strolled in with slow, deliberate steps, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze swept across the room, the look of someone who still found amusement in the chaos of others. Without a word, he sank into a chair, sprawling back lazily as though he owned the place. Behind him, Sinclair stepped in with a quiet precision. There was no swagger, no unnecessary movement—just a cold, calculating calm. He surveyed the room for a moment before choosin
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 91
Somewhere in the villa, Zen stood near the large window of the mansion’s private study, his posture relaxed but his presence heavy. The dim light of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, painting the room in streaks of orange and shadow. Behind him, his grandfather’s heavy footsteps echoed against the polished marble floor as he entered the room, the door shutting with a soft but deliberate click. The older man’s face was pale, a storm raging behind his eyes. He stopped a few paces away, glaring at Zen’s back, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he gripped the edge of his cane. “Zen.” His voice was firm, laced with an edge of disbelief. “Turn around.” Zen didn’t move immediately. For a moment, silence hung between them like a drawn-out breath. Then, slowly, he turned, his gaze calm, unbothered, as though nothing had just happened. “Grandfather.” The older man’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, his cane striking the floor with an audible *thud*. “Don’t ‘Grandfathe
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 92
Malia caught up to Zen outside the ballroom, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. She barely noticed the murmur of guests fading behind her, their whispers still buzzing with the weight of his big reveal. All she could see was him—walking calmly, confidently—as if nothing in the world could touch him. That arrogance lit a fire in her chest. “Tom!” she called, her voice filled with anger and disbelief. He didn’t slow. “Tom!” she shouted again. This time, he stopped. He turned to face her with an expression so unreadable it made her feel like she was staring into a wall. “What do you want, Malia?” His tone was calm, cool, and utterly indifferent. Malia’s hands balled into fists at her sides as she approached him. “What do I want? Are you serious?” Her voice shook, not with weakness but with rage. “You—you—stood there, acting like some untouchable king in front of everyone. All while hiding this—this empire of yours? Mega? You’re the president of Mega?”
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 93
In a cabin somewhere in the city, Zen sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the sprawling forest beyond. The cabin, a place he'd visited many times as a child, was now a silent witness to his inner turmoil. The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside him—angry winds howling through the trees, heavy rain pounding against the roof.He couldn’t stop thinking about what had transpired earlier—his reveal, the faces of the Big Four, and the look in Malia’s eyes as she realized he was more than just her ex-husband’s shadow. A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.“Chief?” It was Keisha’s voice. “Mind if I come in?”Zen didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone to see him like this. But after a long pause, he stood up and opened the door.Keisha stepped inside, her presence warm and grounded, the opposite of what Zen felt. She looked at him, her eyes soft with concern. “You okay?”Zen shook his head. “No.”Keisha studied him for a moment. “I figured as much.
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 94
In the Rossi Mansion, Malia stormed into her family estate, her heart pounding with guilt, anger, and desperation. The confrontation with Zen had stirred something deep inside her, something she’d tried to suppress for years. The weight of everything she had done—or failed to do—now felt unbearable. She entered the grand dining room, where her family sat, already deep in conversation. Their glances flicked toward her, but none of them spoke. They knew something was coming.“Do you all even care?!” Malia’s voice echoed through the room, startling them. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”Her father, always the imposing figure, raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, Malia?”Malia’s hands trembled with frustration. “You! All of you! The way you treated Tom—how you tore him apart, pushed him down, humiliated him. You don’t even see it, do you?”Her mother’s voice was sharp and dismissive. “Malia, calm down. You’re overreacting. What happened between Tom and this family—”“N
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Chapter 111
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
