The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 005

At this point, a middle-aged woman with thick eyebrows—thicker than they should be, like someone had drawn them with a black marker—Mariana Laurent, was fuming.

Even with a handsome, wealthy man standing right there—an heir to a powerful family far above the Laurents—Evelyne still chose to stand by that useless piece of trash?

She truly had no idea what was going through Evelyne’s head.

Was it filled with garbage? Had she lost her mind completely?

All because of her grandfather’s will? What a joke. To hell with that! A dead man’s will meant nothing to her.

And so, unable to contain her rage, she shouted, “Kael! You’re absolutely disgusting! I can’t take it anymore!”

Her voice echoed throughout the lavish dining hall.

“Are you proud of making Evelyne look like a fool just because of this ridiculous marriage?!”

Everyone turned to look. Some of the elite guests began whispering.

Kael remained still. Calm. His gaze was soft—but sharp, like a knife tucked behind a gentle smile.

That expression only added fuel to Mariana’s fury.

She stormed over to him, her steps heavy with emotion. Some guests held their breath—others quietly turned on their phone cameras.

“GET OUT!” she shrieked, swinging both hands forward to shove Kael hard in the chest.

And that’s when it happened…

Mariana was the one who got thrown back.

It wasn’t Kael who stumbled. She was the one who got pushed back as if she had slammed into a steel pillar. She collapsed to the floor in the most embarrassing way.

The whole room went silent.

Every eye was fixed on her—gasping, humiliated, struggling to breathe.

Kael still stood in place, unfazed. He looked down at her briefly, a faint smile on his lips—not arrogant, just... pitying.

“Auntie, I’m impressed. At your age, you can still try body-checking people. Unfortunately… this one isn’t just any body.”

Grace shouted, her voice furious, “That’s enough! This is a respectable family event, not some circus show!”

Other relatives chimed in right after:

“He’s an embarrassment!”

“Throw him out of the party!”

“Shameless!”

Lady Agatha raised her hand, silencing them all, her face stone cold. “Kael, if you have even a shred of respect left… then leave. Don’t ruin this event any further.”

Kael gave a calm nod. At the same time, his eyes scanned the room like a king judging his court.

He began walking toward the staircase, with dozens of condescending eyes locked on him.

But just before his foot hit the first step, he paused. No yelling. No turning around. His voice was steady—but it echoed through the entire hall.

“For three years, I stayed silent—not because I couldn’t speak, but because I respected my grandfather’s will… and one person in this family.”

He turned his head slightly, just enough to glance toward Evelyne.

“But if you think you can keep poking a sleeping tiger just because it hasn’t bitten back yet… go ahead. You’ll learn what it means to be torn apart.”

A few people sucked in their breath. Even Damian flinched instinctively. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something enormous and terrifying behind Kael’s presence.

It felt like a mountain—silent, but impossible to ignore.

Then, Kael ascended to the third floor, where his room was.

His departure left the party in uneasy silence. But Lady Agatha quickly turned to Damian, breaking the tension, “Don’t mind him. He’s always talking like he’s someone important and powerful! Truth is, he’s nothing but trash. Now—tell us more about what you’ve been doing in Dravelle. That would be far more interesting.”

Damian snapped out of it and nodded in agreement.

Kael? He’s trash. Why should I be afraid of him?

It was just a bunch of dramatic threats. Nothing more.

So, he started sharing his experiences from the past four years in Dravelle.

Naturally, the Laurent family welcomed every word. They praised and flattered him endlessly.

Every now and then, they stole glances at Evelyne, hoping she’d react the same way. But Evelyne remained silent, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Damian noticed—and it only made him angrier. He couldn’t believe it. Evelyne… loved that useless bastard?

In the end, he had to play his trump card earlier than planned. He had no choice.

He turned his eyes to Lady Agatha and said, “To be honest, I didn’t come here just as a guest. I brought a little good news for the Laurent family.”

All eyes shifted to him.

Damian gracefully opened his blazer and pulled out a sleek black envelope. He handed it to Agatha.

“A preliminary partnership proposal from Griffin Corporation. A clean energy project in the eastern region. Its value… could sustain the Laurent name for at least two generations.”

Some family members immediately reacted:

“A deal with Griffin Corp?”

“That’s a global powerhouse!”

“This is huge! We can’t let this slip through our fingers!”

Damian smiled confidently.

“Of course, this is just a starting point. But I hope it marks the beginning of a closer relationship between our two great families.”

He glanced briefly at Evelyne—then quickly looked away, as if carefully planning his next move.

Lady Agatha’s eyes sparkled as she received the envelope. “Damian, you certainly know how to surprise someone.”

He chuckled modestly. “I just want to support the family that once meant something to me. And… maybe someday, I can officially be part of this family.”

That sentence made Evelyne tense up—but she pretended not to hear it.

Uncle Hector, her late father’s younger brother, laughed heartily. “Of course! A family like ours is always open to partnerships… and deeper bonds.”

All of Evelyne’s female cousins looked at her with pure envy. She had the love of a rich, capable man like Damian.

And yet, she was foolish enough to stay with trash like Kael?

If they were her, they’d have divorced Kael long ago and married Damian in a heartbeat!

Meanwhile, Damian took a slow sip of his wine. His expression calm. But behind that elegant smile… was a dangerous, calculated game that had only just begun.

“You will fall into my arms, Evelyne. I’ll make you kneel and beg me to marry you.”

“And that bastard… I’ll crush him so badly, he’ll regret ever being born.”