The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 002

Not long after, the auction began.

Item after item was put up for bidding.

An obsidian dagger from ancient times: sold for $420,000.

A ceramic vase containing Yin energy from the Hun Dynasty: sold for $700,000.

A silver watch once owned by an underworld general a hundred years ago: sold for $950,000.

Kael watched calmly, his gaze steady.

“Everyone here is obsessed with status symbols. I’m just looking for one item that’ll make that stubborn old woman respect me—at least a little…”

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Then came: Item No. 13 – The Thousand-Year Soul Bell

“The next item—The Thousand-Year Soul Bell, believed to be from the Transcendent Era. Forged from a rare metal alloy, it’s said to have the power to prolong life and bring peace of mind…”

“Starting price: $500,000.”

Kael turned slightly. The object was small, elegant. It sat inside a glass case, wrapped in a faint aura—something only a select few could perceive.

“Hm. Small, but its energy is pure. Perfect for an old lady who loves meditation and flaunting her spiritual ‘depth’.”

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The bidding started.

“Five hundred fifty thousand!”

“Six hundred thousand!”

“Seven hundred thousand!”

The price kept climbing. In the center of the room, a chubby old man was spinning an ivory cane while placing his bid. A woman with diamond earrings was pushing the price higher too.

“Rich people like bells now, huh?” Kael muttered.

Still, he didn’t move. Just sat there. Silent.

“Eight hundred thousand!” the woman shouted.

“One million!” the chubby man countered.

The room grew noisy. Some people started turning toward the two crazy bidders.

Until finally…

“Three million,” Kael said. His voice was flat. Calm.

The room went dead silent.

The chubby man turned. The woman stared at him in disbelief. Even the auctioneer choked slightly.

“Th-three million dollars… from bidder number seventy-seven?”

Kael just leaned back, raising a brow slightly.

“Sorry. I’m in a rush. Can we just close the bid?”

Since no one dared to outbid Kael… Bang. Bang. Bang!

“The Thousand-Year Soul Bell—sold, to bidder No. 077!”

Whispers spread across the room as people began speculating about Kael’s true identity.

Unknown, yet dropped three million like he was buying bread.

Ignoring their shocked faces, Kael stood up, pulled out his exclusive black card, and headed to the collection desk.

Waiting there was Paul. Smiling warmly and respectfully, he said, “If you wish to take the bell, there’s no need to pay, Your Grace—Lord of the Sky Dragon Sect. It is an honor simply to have you visit my humble place.”

Kael immediately replied, “No! I don’t want to owe anyone. Besides, three million is nothing to me. Just process it—I’m in a hurry.”

Paul realized that insisting Kael not pay would only irritate him. So reluctantly, he accepted the black card, completed the transaction, and handed it back.

“The transaction is complete, Your Grace. Thank you for choosing my auction house. I’m truly honored,” Paul said with a respectful tone, though hiding bitter regret.

This was his chance to build a relationship with the mighty, world-shaking Lord of the Sky Dragon Sect… and he blew it.

How could he not be disappointed?

Kael retrieved his jacket and walked out. But rumors of his mysterious identity had already begun spreading quietly through the room.

“Who is that man?”

“He’s not just some random collector…”

“His eyes… like they’ve seen death.”

At that moment, the chubby man approached Paul and asked, “Who is he really, Mr. William? I saw how respectfully you spoke to him. Is he the son of some hidden, powerful family?”

Paul smiled as he answered, “He’s more than that. He’s someone who could shake the world. No—if he wanted to, he could destroy it. He’s beyond anything we can imagine.”

If it weren’t Paul saying it, the chubby man would’ve never believed it.

Capable of destroying the world? He had to be tied to some unimaginable power.

Paul then patted his shoulder and said, “Richard, if you ever cross paths with him, do everything in your power to please him. If you can’t… then at least don’t provoke him. Or you’ll shatter like a mirror hit by a stone.”

Richard gave a serious nod. Kael’s face was now carved deeply into his memory.

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The night sky sparkled, but it couldn’t compare to the dazzling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the Laurent family mansion. That night, the grand hall of the ancestral estate was packed with well-dressed guests.

Madame Agatha Laurent’s 75th birthday was the event of the season—drawing in family, high society, and business connections.

Colleagues, officials, and middle-upper class socialites mingled over expensive wine and shallow conversations.

Then the entrance doors opened. Kael walked in.

He wore a simple outfit—black button-up shirt with no visible brand, plain leather shoes, and regular black pants. In his hand was a small glass box wrapped in red cloth.

A few heads turned. Lips began to curl. Laughing. Whispering.

“There he is… the Laurent family’s loser son-in-law.”

“Didn’t they say he’s unemployed? What kind of jobless guy has the nerve to show up like this?”

“Look at his clothes… pitiful. Probably secondhand.”

One of Evelyne’s cousins, a narrow-eyed girl with bright blonde curls, sneered loudly, “Hey, Kael! This is a party, not a job interview at the mall!”

Laughter erupted around her.

Kael just glanced over and replied lightly, “Oh, I thought this was a cosplay party. So I picked the character: ‘Happy Poor Guy’. Seems like most of you went with ‘Annoying Rich People,’ huh?”

The laughter died instantly, replaced by cold stares. As usual, this bastard had no shame.

Grace Laurent, Evelyne’s mother, cut in with a face full of contempt.

“Kael… so you finally showed up. We’ve all been waiting for your ‘surprise’ tonight. Or is your presence the surprise itself?”

Kael responded dryly, “Are you disappointed, Mother, that I didn’t show up naked? That would’ve been way more exciting.”

Grace ignored the remark, eyes locked on the small glass box in Kael’s hand.

“That your gift? We’ve all brought presents worth hundreds of thousands. And that’s what you brought?”

“Oh, this is incredibly valuable,” Kael said calmly. “Kept in a secure vault. Lots of people wanted it. But only I got it.”

Grace laughed. She thought Kael was full of crap. To her, everything he did was a pathetic joke.

A complete embarrassment to the family.

She still couldn’t understand why her father-in-law ever arranged for Evelyne to marry this trash.

Seriously—the worst decision ever!

“Well then, show us, if it’s such an amazing gift!” Grace mocked with a fake smile.

Kael walked to the center of the hall, approaching the grand chair where Madame Agatha Laurent sat like a queen on her throne. Around her were more than 20 gifts—jewelry, paintings, rare perfumes.

Kael opened his box and pulled out a small bronze bell. It glowed softly under the chandelier light.

Silence. Then… laughter exploded.

“Oh my God, is that… a cow bell?”

“Seriously? That’s the 75th birthday gift from the son-in-law? A rusty bell?”

“Maybe he thinks it suits Grandma—staying home with a bell around her neck.”

Agatha looked at the item with a frosty expression before finally speaking.

“What is this? A child’s toy? Is this party a joke to you?! I’ve never received something this empty before!”

Snickers followed from the corners of the room.

Aunts, uncles, and Evelyne’s cousins all looked thrilled to see Kael embarrassing himself again.

Evelyne, sitting not far away, held her breath. Her face paled slightly with frustration.

“Kael, I transferred you fifty thousand… why just a bell? I regret asking you to buy a gift,” she whispered under her breath.