The Hidden Supreme Son-in-Law

Chapter 037

The Next Evening – Laurent Residence.

The smell of nearly-burnt butter and roasted meat drifted through every corner of the house. The main dining table—long and covered with an ivory white tablecloth—was already crowded with lavish dishes: lobster thermidor in their shells, medium-rare grilled wagyu with red wine sauce, heirloom tomato and basil salad, steaming cheese soufflés, and a towering three-layer strawberry tart for dessert.

Crystal glasses had been polished until they sparkled, porcelain plates were arranged with surgical precision, and every fork and spoon lined up like a military parade. Even the chandelier had been replaced the night before—all for the arrival of one man: Vincent Albrecht.

Agatha sat at the head of the table, brushing her neatly styled white hair like a British aristocrat. Beside her, Grace was fussing with the placement of scented candles, insisting they "needed to create a relaxed atmosphere." Meanwhile, Mariana paced back and forth, nervously checking