The Secrets of Trash Son in Law

Chapter 9

Blake emphasized his words to Zuri, "I've told you honestly that I do work as a manager."

Miguel was annoyed to hear that. "Ah, never mind, don't make up stories. Are you in a fairy tale?

"Yes, my goodness. Your husband is useless, Amora. He's acting like a big shot right now." Zuri snorted in annoyance. She was on Miguel's side and trusted him more than her daughter-in-law.

Miguel raised both eyebrows, smiling at Zuri, happy he could now work with the middle-aged woman to further humiliate Blake.

"He's a very shameless person." Miguel grinned. "What he should do is accept the fact of being a toilet cleaner instead of pretending to be a manager."

Blake looked at Miguel with his cold eyes and flat face. "The shameless one is you, claiming credit for getting me hired there."

Miguel's eyes bulged. He couldn't believe the man before he dared to say such a thing to him. "You're... insolent."

Miguel clenched his hands into fists, moving quickly to throw a punch at Blake, but Blake was quicker to block the man's hands. Amora, who saw that, could only exhale harshly.

"That's enough, stop." Amora pointed that out to Miguel and Blake. "Don't make a scene here." Amora turned her gaze to Zuri to emphasize something. "Blake is my husband, so he has the right to stay here."

"you're a beautiful woman, Amora. You're also smart for this position, but how could you be with a useless man like this." Miguel looked sarcastically at Blake, with his eyeballs moving up and down-intimidating. "Look, he even lied about his job."

Amora raised her hand at Miguel. "That's enough. You better get out of here now because I want to rest."

"Hey, Amora, why are you acting like that to Miguel?" Zuri raised her head, protesting to her daughter. "You should thank Miguel for helping hire Blake at Fortunity Corp."

Amora rolled her eyes lazily. "Mom, never mind. I'm tired. There's already a lot of work to take care of."

She took Blake's hand and led him away, rushing into the house.

"Amora!" Zuri shouted from behind. "Ish, that child can't be given a good choice. I told her to divorce that useless brat right away, but she's still so dumb, not wanting to listen to me."

Zuri ranted in annoyance. She was sick to death of seeing Blake's face any longer in this house.

"Leave it alone, Tante. The damn guy will regret it later for being so arrogant." Miguel laughed with satisfaction, mocking Blake. With such confidence, he grinned. "Just watch. He'll be on his knees apologizing for refusing my help."

"Yeah." Zuri chuckled. "I won't let my daughter have a lousy husband who only works as a toilet cleaner. It's not worth Amora's work."

Blake realized she was laughing at him, but he ignored it and followed behind Amora until they reached a quiet place just a few meters from their room.

Amora released her hand and locked eyes with Blake. "You don't have to lie before me anymore, Blake. It's just the two of us now, so you can tell me the truth."

Amora folded her arms across her chest, waiting for Blake's response. She thought Blake acted like that because he was ashamed of admitting his toilet cleaning job in front of Miguel, so now he could tell her the truth.

"I'm not lying." Blake reiterated that for the umpteenth time.

But Amora still couldn't believe her husband's words. She stared deeper at Blake, turning her head to think of something else. Then she remembered Zuri's words asking her to divorce Blake and thought maybe he was afraid of divorce if he told the truth.

She exhaled harshly, raising her hands tiredly. "I'm not divorcing you, Blake. So, stop lying."

Amora didn't like being lied to. If told to choose who to trust more, she would trust Blake more. However, becoming a manager at Fortunity Corp was improbable, especially for Blake, who she knew was very lousy and had no skills whatsoever. So, working as a toilet cleaner was the most likely for him.

Amora looked at Blake sarcastically, still waiting for the man's answer, but Blake had already told the truth, and the man didn't know what else to ask Amora to make her believe.

"Alright, enough." Amora raised her hands in the air as she took a deep breath. "Now I want to rest because I have something to do later."

Amora no longer wanted to argue or hear any more commotion. Being a toilet cleaner or manager, whatever it was, Amora no longer wanted to bother about it. Today was really a tiring day for her. She went to her room first, leaving Blake alone. While Blake still kept his mouth shut.

Blake exhaled slowly. For him, as long as Amora didn't say divorce to him, it didn't matter. He was sure that slowly, Amora would trust him, who worked as a manager at Fortunity Corp. Amora would find out over time after Blake works later.

As night fell, everything went quietly. Blake broke away to the backyard, contacting someone.

"Is there anything I can do, Master?" The voice on the other side seemed ready to do whatever Blake would tell him to do.

"Give a little gift to Miguel Harvey's family. He's been bothering me. Can you take care of it?"

The waitress on the other end of the line nodded, agreeing to Blake's request. "Well, that's an easy matter. I'll take care of it right away, Master."

Blake hung up the phone after the servant agreed.

"What are you doing?"

Blake immediately looked back after hearing Amora's voice.

Amora frowned, approaching Blake with a face full of suspicion. "Who were you talking to earlier?"

She had heard Blake's conversation with someone on the other side of the phone earlier, although it wasn't very clear. She heard Blake ask if he could take care of it, raising a question in Amora's head. What did that person have to take care of?

"It's my coworker." Blake smiled slightly, showing no suspicion.

Amora was silent for a moment. She was actually curious about what her husband was talking about at this time of night with a coworker in his profession as a toilet cleaning worker, which, for Amora, could still be discussed tomorrow at work. However, Amora didn't want to worry about it because she was already tired from her work.

Amora nodded her head. "Oh, yes, already. Come on in." She lifted her chin towards the house. "You have to eat dinner, too, right?"

He raised one eyebrow up. They were still married, so it wasn't wrong of him to say that.

"Yes." Blake nodded slowly and followed Amora into the house.