The Super Son-in-law

Chapter 5 Mia Accepts the Task

Carlson was in a gloomy mood. No one wanted to take on such an impossible task.

They were afraid that they wouldn't even be able to enter the Delaney Group's building, which would be extremely embarrassing. That's why he decided not to agree to it no matter what.

The head of the Mill family loudly demanded, "What about the others? Are you all too afraid to take on this task?"

Alan whispered to Mia, "Honey, you should take on this task!"

Mia whispered, "Are you crazy! The Delaney Group will never cooperate with a small company like the Mill family!"

Alan said confidently, "You will definitely be able to secure the contract!"

Mia didn't know why, but at that moment, she somehow believed Alan's words.

Subconsciously, she stood up and said to the head of the Mill family, "Grandma, I'm willing to give it a try..."

Mia's statement left the entire Mill family stunned!

Everyone thought that Mia must be crazy!

Trying to negotiate a contract at this time, what result could there be other than failure?

The Delaney Group is the largest company in Pras City. How could they possibly show any interest in the Mill family?

No matter who goes to negotiate, there's no way it can succeed!

Carlson couldn't help but sneer, "Mia, do you really think that you can get a contract from the Delaney Group?"

Tasha also sneered at this moment, "Sister Mia, what's your status, and what's the status of the Delaney Group?

If you go to negotiate so recklessly, don't embarrass our Mill family!"

Someone chimed in, "That's right. What if she gets kicked out of the Delaney Group?

Our Mill family will surely become the laughing stock of Pras City!"

Hearing this, Mia's cheeks flushed with shame and anger.

Ever since she married Alan, her status in the family had plummeted and she was becoming increasingly ignored.

and even her parents were being mocked because of it.

She thought that if she could secure the project with the Delaney Group, her status within the family would surely be consolidated.

Most importantly, her parents would be able to hold their heads high.

But at this moment, being mocked by so many people, she couldn't help but feel hesitant.

She gave Alan a frustrated glare. Why on earth did she fall for his persuasion? She really wished she hadn't agreed to it...

The head of the Mill family was furious when she heard what everyone had said.

She had asked several times, but no one dared to take on the task. Now that Mia had volunteered, these people were pouring cold water on her!

Although the head of the Mill family had never liked Mia, at this moment, she felt that at least Mia was willing to share her burden.

Unlike the others, who only knew how to cause her trouble!

Especially her beloved grandson Carlson, who really let her down!

Because of this, the head of the Mill family's attitude towards Mia had changed a lot.

So she immediately said, "If others don't dare to agree, then stop talking nonsense!

Mia will be in charge of negotiating the project cooperation with the Delaney Group!"

Mia could only reluctantly reply, "Grandma, don't worry. I will definitely do my best."

Then she said, "This meeting is over for today.

Mia, you have three days to secure the contract."

When they got home, Mia's mother was in such a panic that she blurted out, "Mia, are you crazy?"

How could you listen to that good-for-nothing, Alan, and agree to take on this job!"

Mia's father, Gilmore, said, "Alan, you good-for-nothing. It's all your bad idea!"

Then, with an angry look on his face, the father-in-law said, "If Mia can't secure the cooperation with the Delaney Group, she will definitely be ostracized by the family. Have you embarrassed me enough?"

Alan said seriously, "Dad, Mom, as long as Mia can get this contract, everything will be fine."

"Talk about what! It's hopeless!" The father-in-law raged. "Do you know how powerful the Delaney Group is?

Alan smiled and said, "Maybe we can sign the contract? I think Mia is amazing and she will definitely be able to get the contract."

The mother-in-law sneered from the side, "Do you think you're the boss of the Delaney Group? You're a good-for-nothing, completely useless, yet you're still talking big here!"

Seeing that her parents were constantly targeting Alan, Mia sighed and said, "Dad, Mom, this has nothing to do with Alan.

I just don't want them to look down on us anymore. Haven't we suffered enough humiliation these past few years?"

Mia's mother blurted out, "But you still shouldn't have agreed to this job. Not to mention you, even if your grandma went, the Delaney Group wouldn't pay her any attention!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Alan smiled bitterly to himself.

His snobbish in-laws surely wouldn't believe that he was the boss of the Delaney Group, right?

The knock on the door at the entrance broke the silence in the living room. Mia's mother, Ivy, trotted over to open the door in her fluffy slippers.

As soon as the security door was opened a crack, her voice exploded like a blown-up balloon: "Oh, isn't this Rod? What brought you here?"

The person who came was Rod, the young master of the Valley family in Pras City. His tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist glowed coldly under the light.

He put one hand in his pocket and carried an exquisitely wrapped gift box in the other hand.

With a just-right gentle smile on his lips, he said, "Auntie, I heard that Mia has taken on the cooperation project of the Delaney Group. That's why I rushed over to give her some advice."

Fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of Ivy's eyes as she looked at Rod as if he were her son-in-law.

She quickly took the gift box and invited him in: Come on, tell me, do you have a way to help Mia secure that contract?"

Rod strode over the threshold with his long legs, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound on the floor as he ignored Alan standing aside.

He walked straight up to Mia: "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?

Don't worry. The Delaney Group has always had a close cooperation with our Valley family. I'll call my father right away and make sure to get this done for you."

As he spoke, he unconsciously shook his wrist, making the watch draw several cold arcs of light under the light.

Mia leaned against the French window with her arms crossed, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rim of the glass.

Of course, she knew what Rod was thinking, and her voice carried her usual coldness: "Thank you, Young Master Rod, for your kindness. I can handle it myself."

"Are you crazy?" Ivy raised her voice, and her well-maintained fingers almost poked at the tip of her daughter's nose.

Young Master Sun came over with good intentions to offer his help, but you're acting all high and mighty instead?

Alan, who had been keeping silent all the time, suddenly spoke up. His voice was as clear as if it had been soaked in cold water: How does Young Master Rod plan to help Mia?

The Delaney Group is such a huge enterprise. It's unlikely that they'll be swayed by personal favors so easily, don't you think?

He sat in the shadows, and only occasionally did a cold glint flash off his glasses.

Rod finally gave him a sideways glance and let out a light snort from his nostrils: What do you know?

Our Valley family has been in cooperation with the Delaney Group for five years. For this project worth one billion US dollars, we can at least get one-third of the share.

It'll be a piece of cake to ask my father to assign a subcontract worth tens of millions to Mia.

"I see." Alan pushed up his glasses that had slipped down his nose, and the light in his eyes behind the lenses grew a little deeper.

Young Master Rod truly has extensive connections. Everyone in Pras City knows that the Valley family is a distinguished guest of the Delaney Group.

Alan's tone was calm, but he deliberately emphasized the last syllables of the words "distinguished guest".

Rod raised his chin even higher, and his gaze swept over Alan's old shirt like a knife: I advise you to be sensible and leave Mia as soon as possible.

You're such a good-for-nothing that you can't even afford the property management fees. What can you offer her in terms of happiness?

Mia's glass knocked against the table, making a crisp sound: "Rod!" Her voice was as cold as if it had formed a thin layer of ice.

I'll say it again. I don't need your help.