The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire

In a heavy rainstorm, Moses stood in the cold wind trembling.

He was the doorman at the Imperial Hotel, and no one wanted to stand outside in such weather. So, Moses was assigned to this position.

At that moment, a black luxury car sped by, splashing water all over Moses. However, Moses did not dare to utter a single complaint.

He ran towards the automobile with an umbrella carried above his head.

He opened the front door while he held the umbrella over.

With a stiff bow, he greeted. "Welcome to the Imperial Hotel, Dave..."

Dave stepped out of the car, a big sunglasses resting on his head.

He heard Moses's words, sneered, and gave Moses a hard slap.

"How dare you call me by my name directly!"

A bit of blood trickled from the corner of Moses's mouth, but he didn't dare to resist and could only bow his head even more respectfully.

"I'm sorry, Master Dave...How may I be of service to you?"

"Lucky for you, I don't have any luggage, but I'm here with my girlfriend," Dave replied. "If you let one drop of rain touch her, I'll kill you."

"I won't let her get wet, Master Dave," Moses said.

"Baby, who is that?" A female voice asked from the passenger's seat.

"Oh, this trash is Moses," Dave answered. "He's the pathetic live-in-son-in-law that's married to my cousin."

The girl wrinkled her nose when Moses came over to her, holding the umbrella over her.

He bowed as he handed out his hand to her. "Excuse me, miss, if you will come with me."

Dave's girlfriend gave Moses one hard look as she slapped his face. "How dare you offer to touch me, you pig! Know your place."

Moses apologized. "Forgive me, Miss. I just don't want you to get wet. Please, I'll keep my distance. Just stay under this umbrella."

Moses led Dave's girlfriend to the entrance of the hotel, where a bellhop was waiting.

Dave tossed the key to him. "Put my new car away, Moses. Be mindful of how you drive it. I just bought it new. If you so much as scratch the paint, I'll kill you."

Moses bowed again. "I'll take care of it, Master Dave."

Dave's girlfriend locked her hand in Dave's as they walked into the hotel.

"What a loser," she said grossly over her shoulder at Moses.

Moses clenched his fists, enduring the humiliation from Dave and his girlfriend.

"You are such a loser, how could I have a husband like you?" A harsh voice rang in Moses's ears.

Moses looked up and found his wife Valeria standing beside him, witnessing his humiliation.

"My beloved, I'm sorry, I..." Moses knew he had embarrassed Valeria.

"Shut up! Who told you to call me that!"

"Don't call me your beloved," Valeria cringed, her voice sharp. "It's disgusting coming from you."

Valeria, the most beautiful woman in the Twelve Cities.

She had the skin of a porcelain doll, the face of a fallen angel and an alluring body that rivals that of a strip model.

She possesses sky-blue siren eyes, a rare eye color nowadays. Her round pink lips were full and inviting.

Her honey-blond hair was worn in a bob cut

She was just perfect.

Moses shook his head in disappointment.

He had once come from a decent family, and it was the marriage alliance with the Momo family that led him to marry Valeria.

However, a chance investment failure caused him to lose his inheritance from the Doberman family, forcing him to become a son-in-law of the Momo family.

This made Valeria feel extremely embarrassed, but according to family rules, she couldn't divorce Moses.

All of this made her firmly believe that Moses had ruined her life!

As a result, Moses became the lowest-ranking member of the entire family.

With no job nor qualifications, Moses was hired by the MOMO family to serve as a valet attendant without pay at their hotel, the Imperial Hotel.

The MOMO family exploited Moses, turning him into a jack of many trades.

Not only does he serve as a valet attendant, he also does room services and cleaning, he works as a waiter and a security guard at night.

All this, he does for a woman who despises him.

Seeing Valeria going to leave, Moses quietly asked, "Um... can I attend this family meeting? I think I can help..."

"You? A loser who caused the family to lose over a hundred million dollars due to a failed investment? Do you even deserve to attend our family meeting?"

Valeria's voice was ruthless and cold. Moses lowered his head.

This was the biggest scar of his life, but Valeria never cared, instead, she ruthlessly attacked his most vulnerable spots.

* * * *

The MOMO family were all gathered in the large conference suite of the Imperial Hotel.

Each representative of the family were seated according to their ranks of importance in the family.

But Moses could only stand outside the door secretly, eavesdropping on the family meeting through the crack.

Just then, Madame Aurora entered the suite, donning on a luxurious deep purple robe embroidered with golden patterns.

Her hair, stark white and thick, was styled in a bun atop her head and adorned with golden pins and combs.

Her hands were small and bony but with long, pointy fingers, which were all beautified with precious gem rings.

Despite her age, she moved with surprising agility, as if she were still in her youth.

Everybody stood up and bowed to acknowledge and honour her presence.

Madame Aurora sat down in the head chair, her deep wrinkled and pale face contorted with annoyance.

"How annoying," she hissed. "Take aside the chairs. No one must set down. On your knees, everybody."

Everybody exchanged glances. Madame Aurora was upset.

Whenever she was agitated, she makes her household kneel as submission.

The servants took away the recliners, leaving everybody kneeling on one knee except Madame Aurora.

"Honestly, I don't know how you all could be so useless," Madame Aurora ranted. "When I look at each one of you, I see nothing but bench warmers."

No one spoke anything. It was rude to talk to Madame Aurora without her permission.

"Business has been bad lately," Madame Aurora declared, her voice sharp. "The Imperial Hotel hasn't been drawing in clients in a while. I'm sure you all have noticed that."

"I have decided to establish a new branch of our hotel in the South," Madame Aurora went on. "They have great beaches, nice sea view and tropical climate. It would be a breath of fresh air for our guests who are growing bored here."

Everyone agreed. The South was the most frequented place by tourists.

Now the biggest question was money.

"I'm sure everybody is sharing the same thoughts as me," she said, watching her family closely. "We need capital."

Dave raised his hand. "Madame Aurora, if I may, how much money are we talking about here?"

"I'm glad you asked," Madame Aurora responded. "$2 billion."