Harem Mage Son-in-law

Chapter 4

"Yes Tristan, you’re here." She repeated. 

“What's she…….”  He was about to ask when he recalled his mission and quickly shut his mouth.

As they stood, the adjacent door pushed open and Avery walked in, standing by the side, then Eva followed, standing opposite her. They ushered in their guests. Ian walked in, followed by Chris and Xavier. Tristan’s eyes suddenly darkened seeing the people who killed him being treated with so much respect although it was a brief reaction as he didn't want to brew suspicion. 

Even when he forced himself to be on the same table with them, he couldn't control his reaction totally. 

"Hi Mom, welcome back." He broke the awkward silence knowing after his mom, all eyes were on him. Camille sat beside him.

He took in the delicious scent of toasted cheese drifting from the plate of casseroles.

"Yes. Yes. How's everything?” 

“I wanna talk to you in private,” he  lip synced to his mom. 

At once she grabbed the gesture and jumped up. “Excuse us,” she said to them. 

Everyone nodded. 

Both of them stood up, she grabbed his wrist and they both walked out. To the balcony where Madison turned to face her son. 

Her palms cupped his face, locking a sympathetic look into his eyes. Tristan drifted his eyes from her before returning back to her. 

"My poor baby, did something bad happen today?" She asked him. She knew about his bullying. 

Before Tristan could react, her chest crashed into his face, her arms wrapping tight around his head, giving him that motherly embrace. 

“It's nothing close to that. I'm just bothered about something.” Madison was going to ask what that is when he snapped. 

“I made some research about Freya and her brothers, their company Luxville was established with the help of her fiance but when I asked, she told me he died on his way here and they are bankrupt and I realize she has another man option already.” 

Madison frowned. “Are you for real? These people have been disturbing us to invest with them for quite some time now and I thought it was a good fit.” 

Tristan sighed. “I know I'm still under internship, but can you let me handle all affairs concerning this company. I sense a scam, a big one. Maybe I need to teach them a good lesson.” He flung a witty grin. 

“Please……” He pleaded with his palms repeatedly rubbed in the air. “Don't worry I won't do anything illegal.” 

“You can use this and see how I'd run the company when it's time.” He added. 

Madison smiled. “Okay. Hope you aren't gonna disappoint me?” She warned. 

“No, I won't mom. I'll do my best.” 

“It's fine, son.” She patted his back. “Let's go back!” 

As they were about heading in, the door banged open and Freya stood in sight. Breeze blew over the balcony, lifting her flare gown up and behold, she wore nothing inside. 

“Fuckkkk!” Her cheeks went red with shame. Tristan chuckled, turning his face off to hide it but she saw it, her shame doubled. 

Madison walked in quickly, saying nothing to her. Her shame tripled. Tristan followed after his mom, saying nothing to Tristan. She now wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. 

“Shitttt!” She bashed her forehead. Face down, she turned back to the dining room. 

At the table, Tristan’s mind went off during the discussion. The wind blowing Freya’s gown up. The ecstasy that followed. It wasn't lust but the satisfaction catching her on her most humiliating scene. 

Camille tapped him out of his thoughts. “What's going on? You're really excited today?” She whispered into his ear. He turned to her but said nothing, took a bottle of water, opened and gulped down the content a little before pretending to be listening to the Clarkson’s present their deal. 

Avery and Eva whispered to each other, they had noticed his excitement too. 

“So how much do you guys need to uphold the company?” Madison asked Freya. “My husband is at an important meeting abroad, so I'm here to officiate everything alongside my son.” 

“I know ma'am.” Freya said, sitting up. Ian, Chris and Xavier sat up too. The moment they had been waiting for. They winked at Freya. 

“Make sure to mention a big amount.” They meant. 

“Thirty million dollars. We have our business plan looking at a hundred million dollars in the next five months. We'll make a lot of profits.” 

“Business plan and strategy?” Madison asked. 

“Urgh? You mean?” 

Tristan dropped his fork, the sound of it pulling everyone's attention to him. His face brandished with amusement. Shame and fury blended on the brothers’ faces. They didn't know who to be angry with. Their sister or Tristan. 

Madison sighed. 

“I'll need to see the business plan and strategy. I can't just give you guys money without……” 

Tristan raised his hand. “I'll step in. I can handle this.” 

The same people who frowned stared at him as if he was their hope. Freya sat straight, staring at him like her whole world depended on him. 

“I really need this money to finance the company and stop it from crashing completely.” She pondered.  

“Then you will link up with him privately. He's the heir. The one we will hand over to.” Madison concluded as previously planned. 

“Really?” Freya smiled. 

“Yes.” Madison affirmed. “Let's eat. You can discuss things with him later.” 

Tristan smiled and gave them a nod. He cut a slice of steak, then into smaller pieces, taking it to his mouth. He cleared his throat. His mind working on what to do. 

In a few minutes, they were done eating and the servants came to clear the table. Then Tristan sat up, inhaling deep. 

“So who's the sole owner of Luxville? Should we engage in any form of deal, all major executive members must be available.” 

Freya became uneasy. 

“What's that?” Tristan asked, his mom and sisters listening. 

“I wished my deceased ex had written the transfer of ownership agreement to…….”  

“To…….” He cut her off. She flinched. 

“Well, that's not an issue. So anyone left to sign…..” 

“Yes. Yes. Jayson.” 

“Who's he?” Tristan asked, putting up such a formal air like he wasn't even the one Freya told all these to before now. 

The Clarkson’s grew tense. 

Tristan was getting closer to what he wanted.  His face pressed harder with seriousness, veiling the excitement that was bubbling up on his chest. 

Normally, such a huge investment needed all parties to be involved to evade further legal complications but Tristan provided a scenario of hope. 

“There's always an alternative,” he made Freya believe. 

“If possible, you call Jayson. He can fly here. Vermont isn't far from here. Forty-five minutes and he will be here.” 

Before Tristan even finished his suggestion, Freya was nodding. “If that's the only criteria, no issues at all.” She picked up her phone and scribbled quickly into it while her brothers peeked at what she typing with hope this would all work out. 

While Tristan’s three sisters were confused at their mother's compromise and Tristan's quick acceptance to help, Tristan winked at her mom, muttering on his lips. 

“Didn't I tell you they're a scam?” 

Madison smirked, remembering what her son told her and then winked to her daughters not to worry. 

“Let Jayson arrive before we proceed,” Tristan said lastly.