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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
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 95
The news came on, cutting through the quiet hum of the room. Zen sat at the edge of his seat, the coffee cup in his hand warm but untouched. Suddenly, “How crazy is it! The president of Mega has finally been revealed,” a voice from the TV echoed through the café.Zen’s grip tightened on the cup. His face remained blank. The anchor’s voice filled the room, recounting events that had unraveled. He didn’t wait to hear the rest. The ceramic cup slipped from his fingers, shattering as it hit the floor. Zen stood abruptly, ignoring the mess as he made his way toward the door.Before he could reach it, the door swung open, and an older man stumbled inside, clutching his chest. He hit the ground with a thud, gasping for air.Zen stopped, his jaw tightening.A girl knelt beside the man, her hands trembling as she tried to steady him. Her wide, desperate eyes darted toward Zen.“Please,” she said, her voice shaking. “Please, help him.”Zen’s gaze flicked to her, then back to the man on the fl
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Chapter 137
The press conference was a masterclass in corporate theater. Zen stood on the podium at the future site of Skyline, the skeletal framework of the unfinished building rising behind him like the bones of a slumbering giant. Construction equipment gleamed in the afternoon sun, workers in Mega-branded safety gear positioned strategically in the background.Camera flashes punctuated his arrival as journalists frantically took notes. The city's most prominent business reporters had rushed to the site following Mega's cryptic announcement of "significant developments regarding the Skyline project."Zen adjusted the microphone, his expression betraying nothing of the calculated vengeance driving his actions. Sinclair stood to the side, scanning the crowd with practiced vigilance, while Keisha managed the press at the perimeter."Good afternoon," Zen began, his voice carrying across the assembled media with commanding precision. "Thank you for joining us on such short notice. Today marks a sig
Chapter 136
Night had fallen across the city as Zen sat alone in his office, the only illumination coming from his desk lamp and the soft glow of his computer screen. The Rossi loan documents were spread before him, each page meticulously annotated with his observations. The evidence was damning—predatory terms, hidden clauses, and what appeared to be deliberate manipulation of financial projections to ensure default.Mrs. Rossi had overplayed her hand, and now Zen had everything he needed to take control of the Skyline project.A soft ping from his security system alerted him to movement in the outer office. Zen glanced at his watch—11:47 PM. The cleaning staff had already finished hours ago, and his assistant had left shortly after six.He wasn't expecting anyone.With calmness, Zen closed the folder containing the loan documents and slid it into his desk drawer. He then pressed a concealed button beneath his desk, activating the silent recording system he'd installed for exactly this type of s
Chapter 135
The Skyline project dominated the horizon, its partially completed towers rising like monoliths against the afternoon sky. Construction cranes swung in choreographed precision, while teams of workers navigated the massive structure with efficiency. Despite being 15 percent complete, the development already commanded attention—a testament to Tom's architectural vision and business ambition.Zen stood at the edge of the site, ostensibly reviewing progress reports while actually conducting a far more strategic assessment. Following Wilson's revelations about the underground infrastructure connections, a personal inspection had become necessary."The north tower foundation is proceeding ahead of schedule," James Wilson explained as they walked the perimeter. "Structural integrity tests exceeded specifications by twelve percent.""And the sublevel excavation?" Zen asked, his attention focused on the massive pit that would eventually become the project's underground parking and service are
Chapter 134
Back in Zen’s Home country, after the whole heat has died down.Evelyn Rossi's office occupied the entire top floor of the Rossi Enterprises headquarters, a testament to both her inflated sense of importance and desperate need for the appearance of power. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a 360-degree view of the city, including—Zen noted with satisfaction—a perfect sightline to the Skyline project rising in the distance. A project she'd foolishly leveraged her company to infiltrate."Mr. Diel," she greeted as he was ushered in by her assistant. Her voice carried the brittle warmth of someone trying to mask anxiety behind social pleasantries. "What an unexpected pleasure. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."Zen moved into the spacious office with confident strides, each step calculated to remind her who truly held power in this room. He didn't wait for her invitation before settling comfortably in the chair opposite her desk."Avoiding you, Evelyn? Quite the contrary. I've
Chapter 133
The yacht cut through darkening waters, its engines humming at three-quarter power as it navigated away from Saint-Malo's harbor. Security personnel had settled into cruising positions—two on the aft deck, one on the forward observation point, and two inside the main cabin with Zharkov and Nia. The remaining guards were likely positioned on the bridge and in the engine room, maintaining operational security throughout the vessel.Zen and Henri remained concealed near the outer deck storage compartments, using the shadows cast by the yacht's exterior lighting to avoid detection. The increasing distance from shore worked in their favor—intervention from harbor authorities becoming less likely with each passing minute."Approaching optimal position," Henri noted quietly, checking the GPS coordinates on his tactical device. "Five minutes to designated extraction point."Zen nodded. They had identified a stretch of water approximately three nautical miles from shore—far enough to avoid imm
Chapter 132
Saint-Malo's ancient granite walls rose against the darkening sky, silhouetted by the setting sun as it dipped into the English Channel. The medieval fortifications had withstood centuries of sieges and storms, but now they served as mere backdrop to a far more immediate conflict. NiaZen studied the waterfront property through high-powered binoculars, his position on a neighboring rooftop offering optimal surveillance while maintaining adequate distance. The target—a modernist villa constructed with obvious disregard for the historic surroundings—sat directly on the water, complete with private dock where a sleek yacht waited, engines idling."Preparations for immediate departure," he noted, observing increased activity around the vessel. "Security detail?"Beside him, Henri adjusted his own observation equipment. "Eight visible. Professionally positioned. Two on the main approach, two patrolling the perimeter, four on the property itself.""Armed?""Concealed, but evident from their
Chapter 131
"Eighty-five seconds," the commander announced with professional detachment. "More than enough time for my departure, but rather challenging for yours."Zen maintained his aim, mind calculating options with cold efficiency. The commander held a decisive advantage with Catherine as hostage, but his announced departure suggested a tactical opportunity—he needed to move, which meant a moment of vulnerability."Your men upstairs?" Zen asked. "They're aware of Protocol Omega?"A flicker of something—annoyance, perhaps—crossed the commander's face. "My team understands operational necessities."Expendable assets, then. The commander had no intention of extracting his full team. Only himself, with Catherine as insurance, and the evidence they'd recovered.Catherine had remained silent, her posture tense but controlled. Now she caught Zen's gaze with deliberate intent, her eyes flicking briefly toward the ceiling—a message.Zen followed her glance, noting a specific pattern in the cellar's ov
Chapter 130
The chateau had transformed from elegant estate to tactical battleground in a matter of minutes. Emergency systems filled corridors with obscuring mist while strategic power failures created a disorienting environment of alternating darkness and strobing emergency lights. The cacophony of alarms, sprinklers, and intermittent gunfire completed the sensory disruption Sinclair had engineered."Status?" Zen asked as Sinclair emerged from the safe room, moving with obvious discomfort but determination."Mobile, armed, and extremely irritated," Sinclair replied, accepting the weapon Zen offered him. "Evacuation route?""Compromised," Zen stated, gesturing to the bound Marie. "She's been working with Marcus. Likely provided the layout and security details."Sinclair's eyes narrowed as he took in the situation. "Dr. Benoit?""Uncertain. Claims loyalty to Catherine."Benoit straightened, indignation overcoming caution. "I've served Catherine faithfully for years. Marie is the traitor, not me."
Chapter 129
Zen assessed their deteriorating tactical situation with cold precision. The intruders had effectively split their forces—one team maintaining pressure on him and Henri, another moving toward Sinclair's location, and likely a third searching for Catherine and the evidence drives."We need to reach Sinclair," he told Henri. "Before they do."Henri nodded grimly. "Secondary passage through the library. Concealed door behind the east bookcase."They moved in coordinated retreat, covering each other's movements while maintaining suppressive fire to slow the intruders' advance. The smoke provided useful cover, but it would dissipate soon, eliminating that advantage.As they reached the library, a sudden burst of gunfire from another section of the chateau confirmed Zen's assessment—the attack was proceeding on multiple fronts simultaneously."That came from near the kitchen," Henri noted, concern evident in his voice. "The safe room...""Sinclair's armed," Zen reminded him. "And Marie is w
