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

What kind of person?

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife when suddenly, a calm voice broke through the chaos.

"I'll repay the money on Elena's behalf."

Every head turned. Karvel stood in the doorway, his torn clothes and bruised face making him look like a warrior returning from battle.

The table erupted in laughter so loud it could wake the dead.

"Oh my God!" Sarah wheezed, clutching her stomach. "Did that trash just say he'd pay millions?"

"What's he going to use, bottle caps?" Richard cackled. "Or maybe he'll bark at the bank until they give him a loan!"

Patricia shot to her feet, her face red with rage. "Karvel! What are you doing here? You're embarrassing us even more than usual!"

"Sit down and stop making a fool of yourself," Robert hissed. "Haven't you caused enough trouble for one day?"

Even Elena looked mortified. "Karvel, please don't—"

"I'm serious," Karvel said quietly, his eyes focused only on his wife. "I'll handle the money. But right now, I'm here for something more important."

Margaret laughed sharply. "More important? What could possibly be more important than millions of dollars, you delusional flea?"

"Today is our wedding anniversary," Karvel announced, stepping closer to Elena.

 "Since she's not welcome here, I'll be taking my wife somewhere she'll be treated with respect."

"Where?" Vincent sneered. 

"To a soup kitHoward? That's about all your budget can handle, street rat!"

"I've reserved the top-floor restaurant," Karvel said calmly.

 "We'll be celebrating there."

The silence that followed was deafening.

 Then the laughter exploded like a dam bursting.

"THE TOP FLOOR?" Sarah shrieked, tears streaming down her face.

 "He thinks he can access the penthouse level!"

"Someone call animal control!" Richard howled. "This rabid dog has completely lost touch with reality!"

"The top floor costs more per night than you'll make in ten lifetimes, you pathetic worm!" Margaret spat.

Vincent shook his head in mock sympathy.

 "Even my family's wealth couldn't secure the penthouse level. And you think a broke janitor like you could manage it?"

Elena's face burned with shame. "Karvel, please stop. You're just making things worse."

"He's so delusional!" Patricia snarled. "Completely detached from reality!"

"I'm telling the truth," Karvel insisted, his voice steady despite the ridicule raining down on him.

SLAP!

Patricia's hand cracked across his face like a whip. "Get out! Get out before you humiliate us any further! "

Karvel's cheek stung, but he didn't move, for Elena's sake.

"I know it sounds impossible," he said quietly, "but I'm not lying."

"Impossible?" Richard laughed so hard he started choking.

 "It's not impossible, it's insane! You have a better chance of growing wings and flying!"

Just as the mockery reached its crescendo, rapid footsteps echoed from the hallway.

 A man in an expensive suit burst through the doors, his face flushed and panicked.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the hotel manager announced breathlessly, "I sincerely apologize for the interruption, but we need to relocate this event to the second floor immediately."

The laughter died instantly.

"Excuse me?" Margaret's voice was dangerously low.

"A VIP guest has arrived," the manager explained, wringing his hands

. "The entire upper portion of the building needs to be cleared for their use."

Vincent stood up aggressively.

 "Do you know who I am? My family has a significant influence in this city! You can't just—"

"Sir, with all due respect, this is non-negotiable," the manager cut him off firmly. "Please gather your belongings. Security will escort you to your new location."

"This is outrageous!" Richard bellowed. "We paid for the third floor!"

"And you'll receive a full refund plus compensation," the manager replied. "But you must move. Now."

As bewildered guests began filing out, Elena's family noticed something extraordinary happening around them.

 Men in thousand-dollar suits were descending from the upper floors, their faces grim but compliant.

"Is that... is that Senator Williams?" Patricia whispered, pointing at a distinguished older man being escorted down.

"And the Morrison family heir, the first-tier family in the city," Robert gasped.

 "I heard he never leaves his penthouse suite without a security detail!"

"Look at them all," Sarah breathed in amazement. 

"These are people who usually snap their fingers and make problems disappear. But they're all just... leaving?"

Margaret watched in stunned silence as some of the most powerful people in the city quietly evacuated the upper floors like obedient sheep.

"What kind of person," she whispered, "could make all of them move without a single complaint?"