The Underdog Son-in-law

002

Trial One: Completed.

Status: Qualified.

Next Phase: Pending Confirmation.

He scrolled.

The text continued, precise and cold.

Note:

Passing the poverty trial does not grant inheritance rights.

You have been entered into the Three Divine Trials.

Other qualified heirs will participate.

Completion rate over the last decade: zero.

Caelen exhaled slowly.

Below that, a separate line appeared.

Restriction:

Until the trials conclude, direct contact with the core family is prohibited. The message read boldly overhead.

Initial Compensation Released.

Access Granted:

– Tier-One Global Credit Line

– Unregistered Asset Clearance

– Shadow Authority (Level One)

Caelen read it twice.

His expression didn’t change, but his fingers still.

A faint smile tugged briefly at the corner of his mouth—not satisfaction, not relief, a painful chuckle.

He had almost failed the poverty test because of Lyra, a family ritual every child with potentials of being an heir had to pass before they could be considered for the position by the family's council.

Getting her bye passes through his influence, the contract he got today, protects from deadly underworld bosses all his efforts while playing loyal husband.

And today, he got money from a friend, over 10 million dollars to get her the necklace only for her not to look at it twice and serve a divorce.

A painful smile tugs his lips, but that was all in the last now.

Just then, footsteps hollowed right behind him, slow and calculated.

Caelen made a turn, his eyes storming into thug looking men from Edrin's dynasty.

“Isn't it enough that he has to steal my wife? What else does he wants?” He frowned deeply.

“The money given to you by Lyra reverse your statement and tell her you no longer need it. You cannot keep leeching on her even when you're gone!”

Caelen let's out a chuckle that was enough to seal even the heir.

“I worked in the household, more than any servant would. If you ask me, I would say that I am receiving my numeration!” Caelen stated.

The thugs rounded him, their leader, Hens Calson, one of the city most feared let's out a chuckle.

One that should be enough to freeze hearts but Caelen only blinked blankly.

“I never said that it was up for dispute!”

“Especially not from a nobody like you!”

“You don't want me to hurt you, I'm not in the mood for games!” Caelen returned

A small crowd had gathered in the place to watch.

The words caused an immmediate pause. After which there was a ripple of laughter.

“He's definetly mad!”

“What could a poor live-in son-in-law useless and pathetic have against thugs!”

“Definetly learned Martial arts in his Dream!”

The Edrin squad where well trained and the only thing that people knew Caalen to do was take care of the household chores.

“Don't make me repeat myself!”

“We could end this on a soft mood and nobody gets injured or!”

“You shouldn't be the one giving our threats!”

With those words he instantly turned to leave.

Everyone gasped, the audacity causing their faces to run pale. Who would have thought that the useless son-in-law had some balls in him.

“The divorce definetly got into his head!”

And would would definetly send him to heaven!” Another added 

Anger flashed through every single bits of Hens vines, he attacked, his steps cold and aimed to kill.

Everyone turned around thinking that Caelen was dead already, he didn't even have a fighting stance.

However, he easily caught Hens by his neck.

“I warned you, I wasn't in the mood!”