The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 007

The next morning, around ten o’clock, Kael had just finished hanging the laundry when Evelyne appeared with an unusual look on her face.

“There’s a lunch invitation today,” she said curtly. “From Damian and a few major investors. The topic is a clean energy project in the Eastern region. It’s a big deal. Important people will be there.”

Kael raised an eyebrow, rolling up the sleeves of his still-damp shirt. “And why are you bothering to tell me?”

Evelyne hesitated. “Because you’re invited too... But to be honest, your presence isn’t exactly necessary. It’s better if you stay home. I’ll just say you’re sick.”

Kael smiled. “Oh… how sweet. Are you worried your husband will get embarrassed again? I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“Don’t joke around, Kael. This is about protecting the family’s reputation. I don’t want your presence ruining the Laurent name.”

Kael kept smiling. He wasn’t angry or offended—he knew Evelyne didn’t want to see him humiliated, she just didn’t want to admit it out loud.

Still, this invitation was his chance—to see how far Damian was planning to go.

Humiliate him in front of influential people? Show off the difference in status between them?

Take Evelyne away and prove who’s truly worthy of her?

Let’s see what he’s got.

Kael grabbed a towel, drying his hands as he replied, “Well, since I’m invited, I should go. It’s not every day I get to attend a lunch this fancy and important.”

“Kael! I already warned you—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Kael cut in, “Don’t worry, Your Grace. I know what I’m doing. I won’t embarrass the Laurent family. Trust me.”

Seeing him so full of confidence, Evelyne could only sigh in resignation. “Do what you want. But if you embarrass the family, don’t blame me when you end up sleeping in the garden tonight.”

Kael gave her a warm smile. “Fair enough.”

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Belvédère Restaurant, one of the most prestigious establishments in Elmridge City, had been transformed that afternoon into an elegant private dining room. Shimmering white marble walls and crystal chandeliers cast dancing lights over the heads of distinguished guests.

Standing at the center like a true host, Damian looked every bit the part.

Dressed in a fine grey suit with a navy blue tie, he welcomed the investors and businessmen from the Eastern Region, introducing each one to the Laurent family with charm and ease.

“This is Uncle Hector, who’ll be overseeing the production sector. And this is Madam Agatha, the pillar of the Laurent family. We’re very excited about this collaboration,” he said smoothly.

Agatha and Hector offered polite smiles, letting Damian take the spotlight.

He then stepped slightly to the side, gesturing to the elegant woman beside him.

“And of course, this is Evelyne—Mr. Laurent’s beloved granddaughter, and future heir to the family business.”

The investors smiled and shook hands one by one.

Not long after, the doors opened—and Kael stepped in.

He wore a crisp white shirt and plain black trousers. No tie. No flashy watch. His face was calm, his steps unhurried.

The four investors exchanged glances.

Damian shrugged with a thin smile. “Oh, that’s just Evelyne’s husband. Don’t worry, he won’t interfere with anything.”

Kael said nothing. He simply pulled out a chair at the far end of the table—well away from the main discussion—and sat down quietly.

“I thought he wouldn’t show up,” Evelyne’s cousin whispered with a smirk.

“Maybe he was just curious what it’s like to dine in a place this high-class,” another chuckled.

Kael remained silent. No smile. No sign of hurt.

Evelyne, seated next to Damian, looked uneasy. Her eyes flicked toward Kael now and then, like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

Honestly, the first thing she wanted to say was that sitting beside Damian wasn’t her idea—it was Grandma’s order.

But she couldn’t explain that now.

Meanwhile, the discussion around the Eastern clean energy project grew more intense. Damian laid out the cooperation proposal, backed with data and political connections.

“If everything goes smoothly,” he said, “this project could generate billions in the long run. And of course, the Laurent family will be one of the key stakeholders.”

The investors nodded, clearly intrigued. All eyes were on Damian.

Kael? He quietly poured himself a glass of water, took a slow sip, and gazed out the tall glass windows showing a view of the city.

It was as if he wasn’t even there.

Then came a subtle jab.

“So Kael,” one of the investors turned and asked, “What do you do for a living?”

A few people snickered behind their hands.

Kael turned slowly. “I’m… unemployed,” he replied honestly, with a faint, unfoolish smile.

Damian quickly chimed in, “Don’t be mistaken. Kael is… a household laundry specialist. You could say he keeps the house clean—in the most literal sense.”

Laughter erupted around the table. Even a few waiters struggled to hold back grins.

Kael didn’t respond. He simply lowered his head slightly, lifted his glass again, and took another slow sip.

His calm demeanor made it all seem like a gentle breeze brushing through an empty field.

But it was exactly that silence that made Evelyne clench her jaw.

She felt guilty. She knew this would happen—and still, Kael came anyway.

Quiet. Sitting there. Accepting everything without complaint.

She shouldn’t have told him about the lunch in the first place.

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The lunch continued smoothly. Wine glasses clinked softly as the investors savored the gourmet dishes.

Members of the Laurent family eagerly tried to impress them—praising their expensive suits, luxurious watches, and brilliant business strategies.

Everything seemed to be going well.

Until suddenly—

“Kuhuk… huk—!”

An elderly man in a sparkling grey suit—Gerard Whitmore, a senior investor from an international energy company—suddenly shivered, his body jerking violently. His spoon clattered to the floor as he clutched his throat like he was choking from the inside.

“Mr. Gerard?!” Damian jumped to his feet, his face pale.

Gerard was in his eighties. He looked fragile—like he could drop dead at any moment.

Of course, Damian’s panic wasn’t just concern—it was fear. If Gerard died here, the entire deal could collapse.

So could his plan to win Evelyne over.

That’s why he immediately shouted, “Evelyne! Call an ambulance—now!”

Evelyne nodded, her trembling hands diving into her bag for her phone.

But before she could even press a button—

Kael’s voice rang out. “It’ll be too late if we wait for the ambulance.”

Everyone turned.

Naturally, Madam Agatha was the first to snap, “Is this really the time for jokes, Kael?! Mr. Gerard is in critical condition and you’re spouting nonsense?! Are you out of your mind?!”

Others nodded, glaring.

Was he an idiot? Couldn’t he read the room?

But Kael ignored them completely. He rose calmly from his chair and walked toward the convulsing Gerard.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Mariana shrieked—but he didn’t stop.

Kael knelt beside Gerard, his fingers checking the pulse at his neck, then his chest. He pressed a point below Gerard’s ear, then glanced at the panicking crowd like they were mice trapped in a cat’s cage.

“His heart’s not in cardiac arrest. But blood flow to his brain is blocked. His carotid artery is narrowing. He’ll die in under two minutes.”

Truth be told, Kael had no desire to help this old bastard. When Damian mocked him earlier, this guy had laughed the loudest.

But during the meeting, Kael saw something in Evelyne’s eyes—she truly believed this deal could elevate the Laurent family.

In her eyes, this was an opportunity for their future.

So for her sake, he chose to help this bastard.

Kael’s hands moved swiftly, pressing several points on the chest and arm, then finishing with a precise touch between Gerard’s eyebrows—quick and exact, like a master medic… or maybe something more.

Within twenty seconds, Gerard’s body began to calm. The seizure stopped. His breathing evened out. Slowly, his eyes opened—though he still looked weak.

Damian stared in disbelief.

Evelyne froze, phone still clutched in hand.

The investors, the Laurent family—everyone in the room just stared at Kael, eyes wide with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and confusion.

Kael calmly stood up, dusted off his shirt, then turned to Evelyne.

“Still call the ambulance, Evelyne. Just to make sure he’s well enough for dessert later.”

Then he returned to his seat—without another word.

Silence. Long, stunned silence.