The Zettalillion son-in-law's revenge

Edward Jordan

A red Lamborghini pulled in front of Vertice Capital’s building catching the attention of everyone.

Silence fell after the car's engine came to a stop and everyone couldn't help but stop with what they were doing and glanced at the car's direction, with one thing in mind.

Who was it this time around?

As if answering to their endless inquiries, a black shoe came into contact with the floor and soon after a tall towering figure came into view.

His silver hair was swept back in a perfectly coiffed style, without a strand out of place. It looked so smooth and glossy that one couldn't help but wonder what kind of fancy shampoo he used.

“Finally," He smiled as he started to make his way to the building.

As people around him recognized who he was, they quickly turned away, shielding their faces from his gaze. It wasn't fear that drove their actions - rather, it was a sense of unease, as if they wanted to avoid his presence at all costs.

The man ignored them as though this has already happen