THE DISGUSTING SON-IN-LAW WON'T TOLERATE INSULT ANYMORE

This is all for you

Karvel's eyes swept the room and landed on a figure trying to blend into the shadows near the back wall.

"Vincent," Karvel called out calmly. "Don't you think you're forgetting something?"

Vincent froze like a deer caught in headlights, his face going pale as milk. "I... I don't know what you mean."

"Earlier today, you tried to coerce my wife into meeting you alone in a hotel room," Karvel's voice was steady, but there was steel beneath the calm. "Under the pretense of 'discussing business,' of course."

"That's... that's not what happened!" Vincent stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. "Mr. Morrison, sir, please don't listen to him! He's just a jealous husband making up stories!"

Sebastian's expression turned glacial. "Are you suggesting the Young Master is lying?"

"No! I mean... it was just business! Pure business!" Vincent's voice cracked like a teenage boy. "I would never... Elena is a married woman! I respect that!"

"Respect?" Karvel's laugh was cold. "Is that what you call telling her she had to sleep with you to secure your investment?"

Elena's face burned with shame and anger. "Karvel, you don't have to—"

"Yes, I do," Karvel interrupted gently. "This snake has been circling you for months, thinking he could use his money to buy what he wanted."

Vincent dropped to his knees, his earlier arrogance evaporating like morning mist. "Please! I was wrong! I was stupid! I'll apologize to Elena! I'll do anything!"

Sebastian's voice cut through Vincent's pleading like a blade. "Men."

Four security guards stepped forward immediately.

"Take Mr. Langford somewhere private," Sebastian ordered, his tone businesslike. "Break both his legs. And his arms, for good measure."

"WHAT?" Vincent's scream echoed through the banquet hall. "You can't do this! My father will—"

"Your father will do nothing," Sebastian replied calmly. "Unless he wants to join you."

"Please! Please, I'm sorry! I'll never bother Elena again! I swear!" Vincent's voice rose to a hysterical pitch as the guards grabbed his arms.

"You should have thought of that before you tried to force yourself on the Young Master's wife," Sebastian said without emotion.

As the guards dragged the screaming Vincent away, Margaret suddenly perked up like a opportunistic vulture sensing fresh carrion.

"Mr. Morrison!" she called out sweetly. "Since we're all family here, perhaps I could join you upstairs? I'd love to continue our conversation about business opportunities!"

Sebastian looked at her as if she were a particularly repulsive insect. "And you are invited... how?"

"Well, I'm Elena's grandmother! Family should stick together, don't you think?"

Robert stepped forward, his voice tired but firm. "Mother, with all due respect, you just threatened to have Elena arrested ten minutes ago."

"That was different! I was just—"

"You expelled us from the family years ago," Patricia added quietly. "Remember? You said we were dead to you."

Margaret's face flushed red. "I was being dramatic! Family is family!"

"No," Robert said, straightening his shoulders with newfound dignity. "You made your choice. We're no longer part of your family, remember?"

As the elevator doors closed on Margaret's protests, Richard turned to his remaining relatives with wild speculation.

"Do you think... do you think Elena is having an affair with Morrison?" he whispered conspiratorially.

"It would explain everything," another cousin nodded sagely. "A powerful man like that, taking such interest in a nobody's wife?"

"She must be quite the little vixen," someone else snickered. "Playing the innocent while seducing billionaires!"

Meanwhile, the elevator rose to the penthouse level, revealing a sight that took Elena's breath away.

The entire top floor had been transformed into a fairytale. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars, white roses cascaded from every surface, and soft music floated through the air like whispered promises.

"This is all for you and the Young Master," Sebastian explained respectfully. "To celebrate your wedding anniversary."

Elena's eyes filled with tears as she took in the magnificent scene. "This is... this is incredible."

"Three years ago, we had a simple ceremony," Karvel said, taking her hand. "I always felt like I owed you something better."

He led her to the center of the room, where a small stage awaited. 

As they stepped onto it, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a spectacular sight—fireworks exploding across the night sky in brilliant cascades of gold and silver.

"Elena," Karvel dropped to one knee, pulling out a velvet box containing a ring that sparkled like captured starlight. "I know our marriage started as a business arrangement. I know I've been a terrible husband. But if you'll have me—really have me—I promise to spend the rest of my life making up for lost time."

Elena's tears flowed freely now, her heart breaking andhealing at the same time. "Karvel..."