Worthless Son-In-law in Disguise

5. The richest man in the city

AT THE WILLSTONE MANSION.

"We have a big problem!" A loud shrill from Clara was heard all through the Willstone mansion. "Mom! Everyone, come out!" She yelled and began pacing around the parlor, running her hands in her hair.

Lucy rushed down from her room to meet her daughter running mad in the living room. Isn't she just arriving from work? What was her problem today?

Clara's face twisted the more as she saw her mother. She passed her a paper. "Mom, can you believe what happened today?! The White Group, The Harvard, MileviD Co has broken the partnership with us, and announced that they have nothing to do with us! Mom, we're finished!"

"Holy crap!" Lucy exclaimed, shock filling her to her bone as she read the content of the paper. It showed that the partnership has ended!

Those groups, especially the White Group, were their biggest backers in the business world. Their entire existence, the name they earned for themselves, were all thanks to the three pillars!

Without them, they were nothing! Now, why did they want to cut them off?

"Clara, who did you offend? Did you say anything bad to them?" Lucy wanted to make sure.

"No, I don't think so," Clara strongly objected. Of course she'd made a lot of mistakes, like marrying Henry, but a mistake like offending a member of the White? Implausible!

Lucy's temperature increased, and she felt like her body was being steamed in the hottest sauna. "You know what? Get ready, you're going to meet them to have a one-on-one discussion!"

"Sure mom!" She agreed. "Shit, I blame that trash we threw away. He's responsible for this bad luck I swear!" She further blabbered, throwing her bags angrily on the center table.

The bag hit the glass cup holder on the table. All the glass cups fell and broke. "Stella! Come and pack this up!" She yelled for her.

Lucy turned bitter and hissed. "Stella has resigned. Remember that stupid maid and how she had so much pity for Henry."

Clara frowned, wondering why all of a sudden, but suppressed the thought since they were other big issues to think of. "Maybe that's why she resigned, that good for nothing old woman. Anyway, who cares? They can rot on the streets!"

**

It felt like eternity since Henry had given his mother such a tight hug. He allowed himself to be completely lost in the embrace, letting the emotions rule over him.

Ever since they agreed to live as maid and son-in-law in the mansion, their relationship had been concealed, and they never showed even a sign of being related. Just a maid-master relationship.

Stella hugged him as tight as she could, almost suffocating him, like she was making up for all the years they missed.

Henry had to withdraw first. "Son, I'm sorry..." Stella began.

"No you shouldn't," Henry cut in.

"Yes I should. I stood there while they did those things to you, but did nothing. I'm sorry son, while you watched your wife cheat on you and still had the audacity to ask for a divorce, I stood there staring like a statue frozen in place. Forgive me." She almost fell to her knees.

Henry held her in place, embracing her again. "Mom, it's not your fault. I was the one who asked you to be unsuspicious, and you were only following," he said.

He could not help but recall all the events that happened yesterday. How he was insulted by his in-laws still baffled him. It's time to teach some nitwits a lesson.

"Everything will be fine now, you have passed the test and all the billion dollar properties will be yours."

Stella White was her name in full, and she owned the most prestigious luxury brand, Stella Designs, in the world that almost no household did not have her product.

She offered to keep an eye on him in their house by disguising as a maid, as she did not trust the idea of an arranged marriage. Then, his father was still alive, and he consented.

But when she saw how wicked they treated him, and even went as far as throwing him out, she had to resign as there was no need for her staying in that mansion.

"Still, son. But anyway, I have something for you." She snapped her fingers. "Nathan."

The lawyer, Nathan from the back stepped forward and opened his briefcase to bring out a file. "Here, sign this, young master."

Henry arched his brow at his mother who gave him an affirmative nod. He opened the file and inside those papers were written the properties and wealth owned by Reuben White. It was a transfer of ownership.

He had always anticipated this moment as he picked up the pen and signed the papers. After he signed it, he handed over the papers to him.

"Congratulations," Nathan stretched forth his hands to him. "You are now the richest man in this city that even the second richest's net worth doesn't measure up to half of yours!"

Henry shook his hands, overwhelmed.

"Don't worry young master, it will take just three days for the 999, 999,999,999.99$ to be sent to your account, aside that the uncountable properties your father owned will also be in your name," Nathan added.

Henry nodded, an aura radiating confidence around him.

There was an awkward silence before Stella spoke. "I'm sorry, but there was something your father never told you when he was alive."

He turned to her with a confused look. "Huh?"

"Well, apparently, Reuben White, myself and Cassius Ravenlock were all founders of the White Group, which was originally STC Corporations. Cassius later asked for his share, causing a huge rift between us. The organization later scattered, and we all went with our shares. Your father's shares are what led to the founding of White Group and mine led to Stella Designs."

Henry listened, and nodded, but wondered why she was saying it. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you deserve to know, and I believe it has something to do with his death. Sometime before he died, I saw his system and saw that he was looking up something related to Cassius Ravenlock. I feel it all has a connection but I don't know how."

She slapped her forehead and released a long sigh. "Or maybe I'm just imagining things and going too far, after all, Cassius is dead and no one heard of his family after a long time." Henry lightly nodded. "You ordered Cliff to remove them from the White Group right?" She switched topics.

Henry knew who she was talking about and his blood boiled in disgust. "Yes, and I think they deserve it. Infact, they haven't seen anything yet!"

Stella gave him a smirk. She truly gave birth to her own image.

"But you are going to be kept hidden for now. We cannot let you be revealed because the murderer is still lurking in the shadows waiting for when to strike and wreak havoc. If he can kill Rueben, I, or you would be the next target," she advised, holding his hand. "I can't lose you, love."

Henry totally understood. His father had all the security, but still died from a planned accident. It would be safer to operate on a low-key and let her be the face of White Group.

"Sure, that would be a lot easier. I need to play them while keeping my identity a secret," he added with a sigh, watching the boxers in the ring.

They looked really trained and masculine. Even the whole place had a very serious kind of air, like if you mess up, you will be messed up!

Stella saw him observing the area. "Do you like the place? I bought this place for you to see and ask whether you like it. You need to resume training your body."

Henry concurred. Though he didn't see one person he was looking for. "Where is Coach Clement?"

"He resigned due to his age," she replied, "I hired a new coach. She's one of the best in town."

"A 'She'?" Henry frowned.

Before she could answer, he received a message: "Young master, please come to The Harvard." He got up to kiss his mother goodbye.

"Let me drop you," she offered. But he shook his head. "No, I must keep a low profile. Taxis are plenty around the area."

He left and stopped a cab. During the journey, he gazed at the scenery that they passed across. He didn't know why, but he viewed it differently than when he was still in that hellhole house. Upon arrival at the company, he exited the car and entered the familiar company building.

Smiling and staring around at the wide space, he realized he now owned this place. He took the elevator upstairs.

The elevator beeped and opened, he accidentally bumped into a woman who was operating her phone and it fell with her purse.

"Pardon me, miss," he said politely.

"Typical of the poor, walking about like someone who's blind," she hissed angrily. He knew the fault was his, so he wanted no trouble.

Helping her to carry her purse, he recognized the innocently devilish face of Clara. "Wow, so it's you, no wonder!" She gasped, referring back to her earlier statement.

"Well, well, what brings you here, pauper?" she sneered.

"Any problem?" He blurted as she was stunned. Waiting for the lift, he rolled his eyes. He had always treated her over respectfully before, like a god, trying to get her favor and love, this making her feel she was actually worth something.

But now, things are changing. That flattery wasn't needed anymore!

"Henry, you've grown some boldness, haven't you?" she exclaimed mockingly. "Or are you still sad about the divorce? Being abandoned for someone better must hurt a lot, baby. Take heart," she made a mock sad face.

He clenched his fists, struggling to maintain composure as her ridicule was clear. Suddenly, the elevator arrived and he came out of it, escaping her giggles as the doors closed.

What even brought a mad woman like her here? Pfft, she hadn't even changed a bit! Always deriving pleasure in enjoying provoking him as always. Only time would tell.

He strode towards Clifford's office, noticing two stern-faced guards flanking the entrance. Their serious presence seemed needed.

Stopping him, one scrutinized Henry's appearance dismissively. "Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Clifford," he answered calmly.

"And who are you to ask for him? Did your employer send you to deliver any message?” The man shot back.

Henry was left staring in great surprise. Wait, shouldn’t they recognize him? They had been serving his family for a very long time now, and even had a close bond with him. Or did Clifford not warn them beforehand to avoid such silly interrogation?

"Ok, fine." Sighing inwardly, Henry came forward and stated, "I am Mr. Henry White."

Exchanging glances, they burst into laughter, inspecting him in utter disbelief. "Enough drama for one day! First that woman, now some madly dressed man falsely claiming to be Mr. White, just to see Clifford. So you do expect me to believe you?"