The Son-in-Law They Threw Away

Chapter 10: The Bet is Settled

“The car is mine,” Killian said. “Now get on your knees. A bet is a bet.”

The whole showroom stayed frozen. No one moved. No one spoke.

Hugo’s face had gone pale. The card reader still showed the green light. The money had already left the account. Eight million euros was gone in one second. There was no way to take it back.

The saleswoman’s legs shook. She looked at Hugo, hoping he would say something to save them. He did not.

Robert stood near the side with his mouth still open. The Maverick man held his red cheek and stared at Killian like he was seeing a ghost.

Killian did not raise his voice. He simply waited.

Hugo was the first to move. Slowly, as if every part of his body was heavy, he bent his knees and went down on the shiny floor. His forehead almost touched the ground.

“You… you are an honourable man,” he said in a weak voice.

The saleswoman’s eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip hard, then she also dropped to her knees. Her voice came out small and broken.

“I will leave the company. I accept it.”

Killian looked at both of them for a long moment. He did not smile. He did not look happy. He only nodded once.

“Get up,” he said. “Prepare the car. I want the keys and the papers now.”

Hugo stood up quickly, almost falling. He shouted at the workers.

“What are you waiting for? Bring the keys! Finish the papers! Move!”

People started running. The glass door of the special room opened. The white Bugatti Centodieci was rolled out carefully. Its engine made a deep, powerful sound when they started it for the first time.

While the workers rushed around, Robert finally found his voice again. He tried to laugh, but the sound came out weak.

“This… this must be a mistake. A man like him cannot have that kind of money. He is just a kicked-out son-in-law. Everyone knows it.”

Killian turned his head and looked at Robert. The look was cold and flat.

“You talk too much,” Killian said. “Go back to the Smith family and tell them what you saw today. Tell them I am no longer the man they pushed around.”

Robert’s face turned red. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He spun around and walked fast toward the exit. The Maverick man followed him, still holding his cheek, too shocked to speak.

Outside, the black car with tinted windows was still waiting. The driver’s door was open now. A man in a dark suit stood beside it. He did not come inside the showroom. He only watched.

Killian noticed him but said nothing.

A few minutes later the papers were ready. Hugo handed over a black folder and a set of keys with both hands. His fingers were still shaking.

“Everything is done, Mr… Mr Spencer. The car is fully yours. Is there anything else you need?”

Killian took the keys. “No. That is all.”

He walked to the white car, opened the driver’s door, and sat inside. The seat was soft. The smell of new leather filled the air. He put the key in and started the engine. The deep roar filled the whole showroom.

People stepped back without thinking.

Killian looked once at Hugo and the saleswoman, who still stood with their heads down. Then he drove slowly out of the big doors and onto the street.

The black car outside started its engine at the same time. It followed him at a distance.

Killian drove without a clear direction at first. He just needed to move. The city lights passed by the windows. For the first time in a long while, he felt the power of real money under his hands. The same hands that had cooked, cleaned, and taken hits only days ago.

He thought of the Smith house. He thought of Granny Smith’s cold eyes, Julius hiding behind the chair, Julietta’s raised hand, and the way they had called him useless for a whole year.

A hard smile touched his lips.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. An unknown number.

He answered.

“Young master,” a familiar voice said. It was Irene. “I heard what happened at the showroom. Are you safe?”

“I am fine,” Killian answered. “I bought a car.”

“I know. The system already sent the information. Your grandfather is pleased. But there is something else. The Maverick family is not happy. And Robert has already called the Smith house. They know you have money now.”

Killian’s eyes stayed on the road. “Let them know.”

Irene was quiet for a second. “Young master, be careful. Your grandfather wants you to come to London soon. But until then, I will send people to watch over you.”

“I do not need babysitters,” Killian said.

“It is not a request,” Irene answered softly. “It is an order from the old man.”

The call ended.

Killian put the phone down. In the mirror he saw the black car still following him. It stayed three cars behind, never getting closer, never falling too far.

He turned a corner and drove toward the quiet part of the city. The sun was already going down. The white Bugatti shone under the street lights.

His stomach made a small sound. He had not eaten since morning. He needed food, a place to stay, and time to think.

He also needed to decide what to do with the Smith family.

The phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from an unknown number.

The text was short.

“We know who you are now. Enjoy your new car while you can.”

Killian read it twice. Then he deleted it.

He pressed the gas pedal a little harder. The Bugatti moved forward with a deep, strong sound.

Behind him, the black car stayed on his tail.

And far across the city, inside the Smith family house, Julius put down his phone and looked at Granny Smith with a dark smile.