The Zettalillion son-in-law's revenge

One of us

"Since my daughter already agreed to go out with you. I think everything's settled then," Mrs. Bertha chuckled lightly and sent a spiteful glare at Evan.

Evan stared at Christel with an unreasonable expression on his face then he faced Mrs. Bertha. 

"I received your call. Did something happen?" He asked calmly.

Harry's eyes widened in shock at Evan's temperament. He thought Even would blow up and fall on his knees begging for Christel's attention.

Christel on the other hand was a little disappointed. 

'I thought he would stop me. Had he held my hands and told me to stop, I'll do so, but why? Has he moved on after the incident?' She thought with a saddened expression on her face.

"Oh, that reminds me. Something urgent came up and we need you to do some little family favor for us," Mrs. Bertha smiled slightly then turned and headed towards the room.

Evan frowned on seeing this but he still followed closely behind her.

"I'll walk Harry out mum," Christel announced then left with Harry.

Even ignored the childish acts her mum and she sent towards him as his mind was already occupied with the favor Mrs. Bertha mentioned.

"He's here," Her cold voice sounded in his ears and the door before him pushed open to reveal a simple interior ahead.

Evan stepped in and paused when he saw all the family members were there, except Grandpa.

He clenched his hands tightly but still kept a calm and collected look on his face.

"Uncle Roger," He greeted, then went silent. The elderly man stared at the calm and refined man before him and then smiled.

"Life must have been good to you these days. It shows that you work for the Vertice Capital," He muttered then leaned against the chair.

"I call you here because we need you to do something for us." He started then paused and gazed at Evan.

"Do you still remember the deal we had a year ago?" He asked and silence returned to the room.

Evan stared at the cunny middle-aged man before him with a calculating look on his face.

Janet and other family members shot the duo a look as they were already lost.

"I do," Evan calmly replied.

"That's good. It is really good that you still remember," Uncle Roger chuckled lightly then turned deadly serious.

"I know that you are very much aware that the divorce is in a month, right? So in other words, you are still a part of this family. If we go down you go down with us and if we get to a better place, you too will benefit from it. Am I correct?" He asked.

Evan stared at him then a cold smile crept on his face.

"If it was the old me a year ago, I would have believed that crap," He spat out coldly.

"You! How dare you talk back to your uncle?" Aunt Janet stood up from her seat and attempted to attack him but Nathan quickly held her back.

Uncle Roger saw this and sent warning glares at her. She couldn't help but bite down her rage and return to her seat.

"I don't care if you believe me or not but we want you to book an appointment for us. I don't know how you would do it but make sure we enter the list he would approve," He added.

"And what makes you think I can do that?" Evan sneered coldly as he felt disgusted by their shamelessness.

He thought they had changed but no, they were still the same. All they care about is profit and money to fill their stomachs.

"You will do it. He is your boss and there's no way he would reject your offer. Just look for some lies to tell him and sugarcoat him. After he approves the appointment, we will take it from there ourselves," Mrs. Bertha cut in. 

One could see the irritation in her eyes and the urge to tear Evan apart. His boldness and arrogant remarks were already getting on her nerves.

"I won't do it," He blurted and everyone stared at him with mixed feelings.

"You! You have truly grown some wings. You aren't only a gold digger but an ingrate at that!" Aunt Janet spat out angrily. One could see the deep hatred in her eyes and the urge to attack Evan.

Christel walked inside the family gathering but behind her was Harry. The young man kept on talking about his car and insisted on staying because he feared that she might return to Evan.

"So this is it?" Her soft voice sounded in the room and everyone kept quiet. Evan didn't turn towards her but instead fixed his gaze on Uncle Roger.

"I thought after you molested my sister a year ago you would turn a new leaf but I guess I was wrong. I was too naive and blinded by love and hoped that I would see a changed man after a year apart," She said with hurt and disappointment in her voice.

Evan went silent for a while then said, "You can never change an innocent man, mostly when you already painted him dirty in your heart." 

Evan felt disappointed about the fact that she never believed him. A year ago, he was framed by Mrs. Bertha with her younger daughter. They both took advantage of him and when Christel came home that day.

Her sister cried out to her that she was molested by Evan. Christel was sad and disappointed and as such they got separated.

"You aren't innocent. I saw you, I saw how you tore her dress and how frightened she was. My goodness, what am I even saying? You should have been in jail up to this moment hadn't I begged my sister not to report you to the police!" She yelled angrily at him.

Evan was different. He was completely different from the man she knew before.

The man before her was unreadable, indifferent, and unpredictable. She tries hard to believe that he didn't hurt her sister but still… that look in his eyes made her have mountains of doubts.

Evan went silent for a while as though he was thinking about something.

He sighed heavily and with a deadpanned voice he said, "I'll only help you once. Take this as my last divorce gift to the family," 

"There's no need to make it sound so dramatic. You and I know that what you just did isn't enough to cover up the money you spent lavishly from our pockets," Mrs Bertha rolled her eyes at him then stared at her daughter with a worried look on her face.

Feeling a little depressed by all that had happened in the place. Evan took out his phone and decided to call Claus. He plugged in his earpieces.

"Hello, boss?" Claus's calm voice sounded.

"Are you busy now?" Evan asked.

"Yes sir. I still have some files to submit for the investment," Claus replied.

"Oh, please send someone to come pick me up. I'll send you the address right away," He said then hung up the call.

Evan sent the address and then turned towards Christel. 

"After the divorce do make sure to send the necklace I gave you," He said coldly then turned to leave.

"Where do you think you are going?" Harry sneered coldly and wanted to stop him but Christel beat him to it.

"I will," She calmly replied.

Evan nodded and then left the place. Harry went after him as he wanted to flaunt his car. Mrs Bertha too followed closely behind as she intended to watch how he would leave their mansion with a flustered look on his face but soon_

A black Maybach pulled into the front gate with style. Its powerful engine roared angrily in front of the gate and this rendered Harry, Mrs. Bertha, and Christel speechless.

'Who owned that car?' Harry frowned as he subconsciously compared his car with the Maybach.

'That's a top Maybach and a limited version at that,' He gasped and then noticed that two words were written at the front of the car.

'VC? That's Vertice Capital,' He added, then stared at Evan. Evan noticed the hot gazes behind him but he never cared.

He stepped out of the compound and got inside the car.

"Let's go," The driver nodded, then stepped on the accelerator.

"What the hell was that?!" Mrs Bertha gasped.

"That's the latest Maybach and a limited one at that. I think his boss must have something urgent to do that was why he sent the car to come pick him up," Harry thought then nodded. 

"That must be the case," He added.

"Do not worry. My father is surely going to cooperate with Vertice Capital soon. And when we successfully sign the documents, I won't forget you. I'll make sure you get a post and also… make the VP of Vertice set their eyes on you," He said proudly then faced the direction the Maybach went.

"You do not have to depend on that street punk," He added arrogantly.

…

Evan gently closed the door behind him as he stared at the hotel room before him. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he stepped forward and collapsed on his bed.

"Sir," Claus' voice sounded from the door which was then followed by a soft knock.

"Come in," Evan calmly replied.

The door opened slowly and Claus's calm face appeared after. He noticed how exhausted his boss was and he smiled.

"It looks like I disturbed your rest, sir," He muttered.

"No, you didn't. What happened?" Evan asked.

"A family would like to invite you for dinner. Their sincerity is top notch and they claim that you have been their business idol for months and this rare opportunity to invite you for dinner is a great honor to them," Claus said.

Evan sat there for a while then frowned. "When is it?"

"In 7 hours sir," Claus calmly replied.

"Okay then. Prepare the necessary things before the set time. I'd like to take a little rest now," Evan said, then got up and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window that faced the city.

"Okay sir," Claus nodded, then bowed his head slightly and left the room.

Evan stood there like a statue, his face unreasonable.