Rebirth Of The Forsaken Son-in-law

Chapter four.

"You useless man! Are you crazy Rapheal, hmm? Are you fucking out of your mind!"

Rapheal stood a head taller than the lady in front of him.

She poked his chest, a red blush climbing up her face as she yelled angrily.

"Is it not enough that you are a disgrace that has to rely on my family for everything."

He hung his head low, not replying.

"Why are you like this? So embarrassing. And you also took the car! Didn't father tell you to give all the keys to senior brother? Are you really stupid or are you doing all of this on purpose!" The maids gathered by the stairs whispering to themselves. Even the butler stood aside, a scornful look on his face.

"Tell me now Rapheal what did you use the money for? What exactly did you need a hundred million dollars for!" His lack of response irritated her even more and she grabbed on his collar. "Do you really think I can marry you like this? You are a dead weight! Do you know what that means? Absolutely useless! Do you know how many men are lining up to ask me out for a date?"

"Riley, that is enough. You should stop now." The innocent and holy Dante with a golden halo floating over his head stepped in to pull his sister away.

"The real young master is really kind."

The maids gathered together to mock him, headed by the head maid.

"Right. If only the useless bastard is half as good."

"Truly useless bastard who only knows how, eat and sleep and spend other people's money."

"If I was the young master I would have left her to scold him even more maybe a trickle of sense might slip into that boney head of his."

"I highly doubt that." Another maid listening in from the sides laughed mockingly.

Rapheal didn't know what the holy father Dante said to Riley but she calmed down in seconds. Even the expression on her face eased up a bit.

Unfortunately he didn't care.

I haven't eaten since morning. It has been almost 24 hours since I last ate. I am starving.

Should I order a takeout?

"Good evening brother in law." Raphael looked up at Dante greeting him with a smile. "How was your day?"

It was going great until I saw your face.

Rapheal clenched his fist, staring straight at the person who brought his ruin in his first life. 

His blood boiled. 

They weren't close but he didn't think they were enemies. He even thought Dante treated him the best in the whole family.

I really was stupid.

"Just be thankful that senior brother begged for you." Riley pouted her lips, both hands hooked on her tiny waist. She said to him with a scornful look. "Don't forget tomorrow. We are having lunch with my friends from college. They will be coming with their partners too. Don't embarrass me."

"Hmm..." Raphael hummed indifferently.

"It should be time for dinner right. Let's go. Dad might come back a bit late." Dante said. He turned to the head maid and asked. "Have you gone to call my mother?"

"I did young master. She said she would come down in a minute and not to wait for her."

Disregarding all the talks, Rapheal walked to the dinning room.

When last had he eaten something that tasted like real food? His days in the prison was filled with tasteless rice and the least amount of protein.

The table was filled with a variety of equisive dishes. Both pleasing to the eyes and one's mind.

Rapheal didn't hesitate. He picked up his spoon and started to fill his plate with everything within arms reach.

If he couldn't reach it? No problem. He'd just stretch his hand.

"Barbarian." The kitchen main that was setting up the table looked at him disdainfully. Not even trying to hide it.

Rapheal couldn't hear.

The way each piece he ate exploded in his tongue, numbing the rest of his senses.

Damn you prison people! Damn you all. All of the kitchen staffs deserves to go to hell.

Before the others arrived, He already stuffed himself full and retreated to his room.

He took a quick shower and pulled out his laptop. Sitting by his desk.

Time to get into work.

Rapheal was a bit unused to the recovery of his full vision after living with just one eye for so long. As he placed the laptop on the table his hand shook and he mistakenly knocked down the nightstand.

The crash was loud.

He cursed out loud. "Fuck!" 

(DING! HOST HAS BEEN FINED FOR CURSING. A 1000 DOLLARS HAS BEEN DEDUCTED FROM YOUR ACCOUNT)

A thousand dollars! Rapheal knuckles popped angrily. Hey...the fuck is your business with me swearing! Do you want to die?

(-1000 DOLLARS. PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR MORALITY AND BECOME A GOOD BUSINESS MAN UNMATCHED BY HEAVEN AND EARTH.)

What bullshit!

(-1000 DOLLARS.)

If the system had a physical body, Rapheal might have punched two holes into his chest by now.

He took in a deep breath, picked up the broken nightstand and turned his attention to work.

Relying on his memories, he pulled out the information of several small establishments that was going to blow up in the future. 

He then started to study the stock market.

His system might be trash, but his knowledge of the future was truly a golden finger.

Not to talk of a billion, he could make a trillion by the end of the year.

Suddenly, the system let out a beep and the panel flashed in front of his. 

The blue screen showed a notification. Followed by the cold mechanical voice.

(DING....NEW TASK ISSUED.

OBJECTIVE: ESTABLIDH A LEGAL COMPANY IN 24 HOURS.

PENALTY: 100 MILLION DOLLARS FINE.

REWARD: ######

NOTE: YOU CAN EXTEND THE DEADLINE WITH A F*E 50 MILLION.

Fuck you!

(-1000 DOLLARS)