Rise Of The Forgotten Son-in-law

CHAPTER 10

"We've arrived." As soon as they got there, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, being in the car with Ethan had given her an odd, unsettling feeling.

But once they stepped out, everything felt normal again. Because once she was out of the car, she was the president of Elite Group-Jasmine Thompson, President Beatrice.

Her commanding presence returned. Ethan Blackwood followed behind her, carrying some items. In the past, he had a lackluster demeanor that made him seem weak, but now he exuded a different kind of confidence. Jasmine noticed the change!

"Could it be that he feels more confident now that he can speak up?" she thought to herself. But there was no time to dwell on that; they had arrived at the cafe.

Upon entering, they spotted a middle-aged man sitting at one of the tables. He was a rather overweight man dressed in luxurious clothing, complete with sunglasses, and flanked by two burly bodyguards-those types that looked intimidating just by standing there.

His presence alone made it clear to everyone around that he was not someone to mess with, and no one dared to sit nearby.

"Mr. John, hello. This is my husband, Ethan Blackwood," Jasmine introduced. Jasmine walked over and introduced the hefty man. "This is John Walker," she said.

He was the owner of Glitz Group, the former partner of Elite Group, and the only one willing to discuss matters with them. The others hung up the moment they heard they were from Elite Group.

So, Jasmine had high hopes for this meeting. However, Mr. John glanced at Ethan Blackwood and said, "Ethan Blackwood? That loser?" Loser.

He bluntly called him a loser. He looked down on Ethan Blackwood. Everyone in Panama City looked down on Ethan Blackwood, Jasmine expression stiffened, but she felt powerless.

The situation was unfavorable for her, so she quickly pulled out a contract. "Um, Mr. John, I'm here to discuss our cooperation today. Our previous partnership may not have met your expectations, so we've drafted a new proposal. I'm sure it will satisfy you," As she spoke, Beatrice handed over the contract in her hand.

However, Mr. John merely glanced at it before coldly laughing, "This contract shows you have no sincerity. If you were sincere, the split would be re-negotiated to 20-80. You get 20, and we take 80."

"20-80!"

Jasmine was taken aback, then asked, "Mr. John, if it's 20-80, then our business is completely doomed. If we only get 20, our company will be at a loss." Not just at a loss, but a significant one.

"Your company's losses are none of my concern," Mr. John leaned back in his chair. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Honestly, I didn't even want to partner with your company. What's the point of collaborating with a company that's on the verge of collapse? To be straightforward,nthe Jackson family has already made it clear that in Panama City, very few companies would dare to work with you."

He was here today because Eden Jackson had sent him, specifically to humiliate Jasmine Thompson. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even bothered to answer her call.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Mr. John looked up at Jasmine, giving off the impression that he was ready to leave. But Jasmine replied, "Mr. John I just need to use the restroom. Please wait for me." After saying that, she headed toward the restroom.

She needed a moment to calm down. It was clear that the other party was here to toy with her, but she had to keep her cool. She desperately needed this collaboration, and she needed to gather herself before coming back to continue the discussion.

However, Mr. John let out a cold laugh. He had no intention of waiting for Jasmine. Forget about manners. He was here to humiliate Jasmine Thompson.

Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, that girl... keep her for me, I'll be right there.." As he spoke, he stood up and headed for the exit.

Just then, a voice came from behind him. "Did I let you leave?" The unfamiliar voice startled Mr. John. He turned around, confused, only to find no one there. Just then, Ethan Blackwood spoke again, "Did I let you leave?"

"You... you useless piece of trash! When did you get better? But..." Mr. John was taken aback, but then he laughed again. "Even if you're better, so what? You're still a nobody. How dare you say, 'Did I let you leave?' Do you not know your place? A nobody is still a nobody. I'm leaving, and what can you do about it? Ha ha!" Ethan had always been their favorite target for bullying.

As long as he didn't provoke them, things were fine. But if he did, they would remind him that they were not people he could mess with.

With that, Mr. John swaggered toward the door, his exaggerated movements clearly mocking Ethan. At that moment, Ethan lifted his head, his dark eyes glinting. "In the past, maybe I couldn't do anything, but now? Do you really think l'll let you walk away?" With that, he kicked a chair beside him.

Boom!

The chair flew across the room. Mr. John noticed but remained unfazed. It was just a chair, after all. He had two professional bodyguards with him-real experts. However, the next second, bang!

The chair slammed into his forehead, leaving a noticeable bump and knocking him to the ground in a very awkward position. "What the hell are you doing? You can't even handle a chair." Mr. John turned around in anger, ready to shout, only to find his two bodyguards lying on the ground, clutching their chests and spitting out blood.

"You guys!" Mr. John was stunned. "Boss... he's not an ordinary person..." The two bodyguards exchanged glances, then spat out blood with bitter smiles.

"How is this possible?" Mr. John was shocked. These two bodyguards were hired from a professional security company, both skilled fighters. He had seen one of them take on ten grown men without breaking a sweat. Yet, they had been taken down by a single chair.

The two bodyguards were equally stunned. They had initially thought their opponent was just an ordinary person, but the moment they made contact with that chair, they realized they were gravely mistaken.

A tremendous force radiated from the chair, directly injuring their bodies. This was a power they had never encountered before. What they didn't know was that at this moment, Ethan Blackwood had undergone a transformation, becoming something beyond an ordinary person.

Within him, streams of dragon-like energy flowed, and his gaze had sharpened. "I told you, I'm not letting you leave." Ethan stood up from his seat and walked toward Mr. John, his eyes filled with dominance.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Each step felt like a heavy hammer striking Mr. Ethan's heart. Terrified, he stammered on the ground, "Who told me that Ethan Blackwood was a waste? Who?! This is what you call a waste?"