The Original Son-in-law

Chapter 5: Carlson Licks Henry's shoes

Chapter 5

“What!"

“It came true!"

“Unbelievable!

"I can't believe that card holds such an amount of money!”

Fear instantly gripped some of the onlookers, and they dropped to their knees, fearing that Henry was some kind of hidden heir who could get them severely punished for their actions.

"Please, we were wrong to doubt you!” They begged. "Don't harm us, please!”

Meanwhile, Carlson was dazed.

How was that even possible? Henry was a nobody, and he knew it. Too well. How could he possibly have such an amount of money with him?

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Henry in utter disbelief.

This can't be the Henry he knew! It must be a different person!

“Why are you still standing there? Or have you forgotten our bet all of a sudden?" Henry's voice snapped Carlson out of his thoughts.

Jerked back to reality, Carlson shook his head vigorously, doubting what his eyes had just witnessed. "This can't be true! Where did you steal that card from? I know you aren't capable of affording to pay that huge amount of money!”

Henry's lips parted with a smile. “From telling everyone that I live off my in-laws to this? Are you this shameless?”

Carlson's face tightened. "Stop saying rubbish and tell us where you stole the card from, or I'll call the police on you!" He threatened.

It was at this moment that a man with a terrifying physique strode forward and, without any warning, slapped Carlson across the face.

"How dare you try to defy a bet?" He growled in anger, his eyes red with anger.

Carlson's head snapped to the side. He felt his cheek burning, and he clenched the spot.

The man continued furiously. "You defamed the young man in front of everyone, entered a bet with him, and now, you're threatening to call the police on him? What for? Because he's won and you lose?”

Carlson shook his head, trying to argue. "You don't know this young man better than I do! He's a penniless loser! I bet you he stole that—"

“Just shut your gutter up and lick his shoes now!" The man cut Carlson off with a grim expression, arms crossed over his chest.

Carlson looked up at him with a surprised face. “Huh?" He muttered. The man didn't respond.

His silence even felt more dangerous and deadly than when he would have answered.

Carlson's heart thumped, and fear instantly gripped him.

Then, he turned to face Henry, who stood there with an unreadable expression.

Carlson's face twisted with disgust and his chest tightened. Reluctantly but sluggishly, he started to lower himself, going to Henry's shoes level.

Finally, he brought out his tongue and licked Henry's shoes and shot up immediately, face covered with shame and embarrassment. He glared at Henry, his blood boiling like water on the stove.

A wide smirk parted Henry's lips. He didn't respond to him.

Simply turning to one of the onlookers and had the video recording transferred to his own phone before returning to face Carlson.

He leaned in and whispered something into Carlson's ear.

“I have the full video now. You dare not mention what has happened here just now to my family members or those related to us, or else I'll have your video published on all social media handles, and you know what that means.”

Without many words, Henry smirked maliciously at Carlson before grabbing his shopping bags and walking away.

As he exited, the man who had slapped Carlson, making him comply with the bet, sighed exasperatedly and subsequently turned and left.

Slowly, the crowd with murmuring started to disperse, and soon, everywhere was cleared after the last person roughly handed Carlson back his phone and stormed out.

Carlson was now left alone, his face lowered with a mixture of shame and disgrace.

He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life. And even if he must be humiliated, why must it be from this broke ass?!

His fists tightened at his sides, and he felt his blood burning with trembling fury.

Suddenly, the thought of how Henry was able to cover such expenses came running back into his head.

How was that even possible?

“Mario told me he was a good-for-nothing son-in-law; how then was he able to purchase so many items and even pay for them?"

Just as he was pondering, something clicked.

He forgot to confirm whose name was on the card.

His eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth. “That bastard! How dare he use his wife's card to humiliate me in front of everyone! I'll deal with him! Loser!"

Carlson believed Henry had used Margaret's card to disgrace him in front of everyone. Moreover, he didn't remember to check whose card it was. Therefore, he vowed to take his own revenge on Henry.

****

In the meantime, the announcement of the emergence of the new chairman of Eminence Group spread like wildfire in the whole city.

It got people talking so badly.

A young man with the title: Mr. Potte Jnr., in his mid-twenties, becoming the new chairman of a multi-billion-dollar company after the death of Mr. Potter Jones? This has never been recorded anywhere in history!

Some people were commenting in admiration, saying the young man must really be intelligent, vibrant, and trustworthy to have earned the position.

While some envied. What can a twenty-four-year-old man do? Shouldn't he be in the University learning? This eventually led to the end of Eminence Group! The envious ones were saying.

As Henry finally arrived home, he heard the whole family talking about this same subject.

“Did you hear that? A young man taking over the leadership of the Eminence Group!" Dorcas exclaimed, astonished.

“Heard it, mum, and I couldn't believe my ears!" Hunter, the eldest son of the family, replied. “He must really be capable of earning that!”

"Extremely capable!” Dorcas agreed.

Henry stepped into the living room, and the sound of his footsteps caused the conversation to halt.

Turning and seeing that it was Henry, Dorcas's expression changed on the spot. She shot him a glare. "You bastard, where have you been?”

Henry opened his mouth to respond, but he had barely done so when Hunter interjected sharply.

“Always roaming around, doing nothing. You should be ashamed of yourself!" He cursed disdainfully. “Your mates are becoming Chairman of a multi-billion dollar company in their twenties. But you? You're of no use!"

Henry didn't get offended. He simply smiled. Then, he said, “What if I'm the new elected chairman they're referring to?"