The Trillionaire Son-in-Law: God-Level Choice System

The Fraud

The sound of sirens in the distance grew louder, but before the police could even arrive, the heavy oak front doors of the Song Villa were nearly pounded off their hinges.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Open up! I know he’s in there! Open up or I’ll tear this house down brick by brick!"

The servants rushed to open the door. A man stormed in like a raging bull. It was President Han, Justin’s father and the patriarch of the Han Corporation. His face was a mask of fury, his expensive suit rumpled. Behind him trailed a sharp-faced lawyer carrying a briefcase and a portable device.

"Where is he?" President Han roared, scanning the room until his eyes locked onto Chase, who was still sitting calmly on the wooden stool. "There you are! You filthy little scammer!"

"President Han!" Uncle Bob stood up, trying to look diplomatic. "We were just—"

"Shut up, Bob!" President Han spat. "Your son-in-law put my son in the hospital! Justin has a concussion and three broken ribs! And he humiliated the Han family in front of the entire city!"

"He claims he bought your hotel," Grandma Song said from her Dragon Chair, her voice steady. "We were just verifying the funds."

"Bought?" President Han let out a bark of incredulous laughter. "Bought? With what? Monopoly money?"

He marched over to the coffee table and pointed a shaking finger at the black card sitting there.

"Do you know what my finance department found?" President Han shouted. "The transaction went through, yes. But the source? Untraceable! Masked by seventeen layers of encryption! Do you know what that means?"

"It means I value my privacy," Chase said lazily, not even opening his eyes.

"It means it’s a hack!" President Han screamed. "A digital spoof! My tech team says he used a 'Cloned Card' device to trick the POS terminal into thinking a payment was made. It’s a ghost transaction! The money isn't real!"

The Song family gasped.

"I knew it!" Cousin Henry slapped his thigh. "I told you! It’s a cloner! It’s a dark web scam!"

"Mr. Lu," the lawyer stepped forward, adjusting his glasses. "I am Mr. Cheng. We have brought a military-grade portable card reader. It connects directly to the Central Bank’s verification server, bypassing any local spoofing protocols. If this card is real, it will authorize a one-dollar transaction. If it is a clone... it will flag as fraud."

President Han grabbed the black card from the table. "Let’s end this charade right now."

He shoved the card into the reader.

The room held its breath. Bella stood up, her hands clutching her chest. She looked at Chase. Chase opened his eyes. He looked confident.

Beep.

The machine whirred.

Connecting... Verifying...

[SYSTEM ALERT: Unusual Spending Pattern Detected. Account Frozen for Security Audit (Duration: 30 Minutes).]

The machine let out a harsh, dissonant buzz.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

[TRANSACTION DECLINED: CODE 99 - FROZEN/INVALID]

The red light on the machine flashed aggressively.

Silence.

Then, an explosion of noise.

"HA!" President Han threw the machine onto the sofa. "DECLINED! INVALID! I told you! It’s a piece of plastic! A toy!"

"Oh my god," Adams gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "It’s fake... it’s actually fake."

"You liar!" Uncle Bob pointed at Chase, his face twisting into a sneer of pure vindication. "You sat there and acted like a king! You threatened us! You made us fear you! And it was all a lie!"

"Chase..." Bella whispered. Her legs gave out, and she sank back onto the sofa. "Chase, tell them it’s wrong. Tell them the machine is broken."

Chase frowned. He tapped his fingers on his knee. System? What the hell?

[System Notification: Don't panic, Host. The Global Banking Alliance is performing a mandatory audit due to the sudden $300M transaction on a dormant account. Assets will be unfrozen in 28 minutes.]

Chase sighed. Great timing.

"The card is undergoing an audit," Chase said calmly. "Wait thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes?" Aunt Sarah shrieked with laughter. "You want us to wait thirty minutes while you run out the back door? You think we are stupid?"

"Scammer! Thief!" Adams lunged at Chase. She swung her hand, aiming a vicious slap at his face. "You embarrassed me! You made me pour tea in my mind! You useless trash!"

Chase didn't sit still this time. He leaned back effortlessly, and Adams’ hand swiped through empty air. She stumbled, nearly falling onto the coffee table.

"Don't touch me," Chase said coldly.

"You dare dodge?" Adams screamed, her hair disheveled. "Police! Wait for the police! I want him in handcuffs! I want him to rot!"

"Bella!" Cousin Henry walked over to Bella, shaking his head with a mock-sympathetic smirk. "Look at you. You really thought you hit the jackpot, didn't you? You thought you were Mrs. Billionaire. You thought you could look down on us."

"I didn't..." Bella stammered, tears streaming down her face.

"You married a felon," Henry laughed, pointing at Chase. "A fraudster. He’s going to prison for twenty years. And you? You’re the wife of a convict. Your career is over. The Song family reputation is ruined because of your bad taste in men."

"Grandma..." Bella looked at the Dragon Chair.

Grandma Song looked at Bella with eyes as cold as a reptile. "Do not call me Grandma. You brought this disaster into our house. Until you divorce him and denounce his crimes, you are not a Song."

Bella felt like her heart was being ripped out. She looked at Chase.

Chase sat there, isolated. The "Billionaire" aura was gone in their eyes. He was just Chase Lu again—the poor, lying, pathetic son-in-law.

"Chase," Bella’s voice trembled. "Is it true? Did you... did you use a machine?"

Chase looked at her. He saw the doubt. He saw the fear. It hurt more than Adams’ slap.

"Bella," Chase said softly. "Wait. Just wait."

"I can't wait!" Bella cried out. "The police are coming! President Han is here! The evidence is right there! Why do you keep lying?"

Chase closed his mouth. There was no point explaining. The System lock was absolute. Words were useless. Only reality would slap them back.

"Keep him here!" President Han ordered his lawyer. "Block the exits! The police are two minutes away. Tonight, Chase Lu dies in a cell."

The family surrounded Chase like a pack of hyenas sensing a wounded lion. They mocked him. They cursed him. They vented three years of resentment and ten minutes of fear.

Chase sat still, his eyes closed, listening to the countdown in his head.

27 minutes remaining.

Let them laugh, Chase thought. The higher they lift their heads, the harder they break their necks.