The Underrated Son-in-Law is Secretly A Trillionaire

In a high end community, Jason went into a house with a black bag in his hand. His shabby clothes made a stark contrast with the surroundings. He's a part-time taxi driver. Just several minutes ago, he drove a man here. He asked him to wait outside and send the bag to him in person ten minutes later. What a weird guy! Jason didn’t think much. As long as he could make money from him, he didn’t mind it. He was planning to buy a gift for his girl friend Layla later. It’s their one-year anniversary. Jason was about to knock and be done with this unappealing job, but he heard sounds—moans. "Ahh! Fuck me harder, daddy! Make me cum all over your di—ahh ah!" His hand froze midair. That voice. Deep down, he knew it well, but it couldn't be possible. Layla was at her sister's place for the weekend, taking care of her nephews. Jason cursed silently. He knocked hard, uncaring about coming off as rude. When the door opened, Jason became pale and speechless. His girlfriend froze in her

"What?!" Jason glared at the receptionist with a pretty face, who was obviously doing everything to get him out of Maxe, including framing him on impulse. "Mr. Clark is worried sick about the money he just lost." She encouraged the security guards with her lie. "He did it. We must throw him out and rough him up so he can talk." Jason couldn't believe his ears. Rough him up? This woman was crazy. A psycho hiding behind pretty eyes. It's sad that no one would find out about this injustice because he was unimportant. The guards grabbed his arm. His feet didn't touch the ground any longer. She came up in his face and snarled. "You should have listened when I asked nicely. I hate your kind." "What will you do if I'm right?" Jason spat in her face. "What if your boss truly sent me here, and you just ordered the company's security to rough up your boss's guest." He saw her weighing the consequences. She would lose her job and pay dearly for something like that. "I highly doubt that,

Jason took a step back. Marriage hadn't ever been on his mind, except it was Layla he walked down the aisle with. They had talked about it once. Layla wanted a lavish beach wedding and two girls that would take after her, and Jason had agreed to everything because he had been in love. Now, Raymond expected him to marry someone he knew nothing about. A total stranger. "This isn't fair. I didn't ask for any of this." Jason appeared agitated as he asked. "Why do I have to marry a woman I don't love?" Raymond gestured at the settee surrounding a table in his office. They returned back to sitting down as the apprentice packed up his materials. "It was a long time ago. Before Maxe existed, Nathaniel Halston saved Master Stormwell's life, and to express his gratitude, he promised him that their families would become one." "But his son died." Raymond bobbed his head. "After the tragedy, everyone forgot about the promise. Nathaniel Halston understood that the master couldn't have ch

Tori still held Jason's collar as she rushed to speak. "Sir, I was so worried about you! This insane man fought the company's security on his way in and got up here. I had to find Mr. Clark to let us through when the tailor you sent for wouldn't budge." She noticed Raymond's unmoved demeanour and raised her voice. "He's—He's a thief! He stole Mr. Clark's money. I know he might have threatened you, sir, but you don't have to worry. I've called the police—" "Security!" Raymond commanded in a sudden and granite-hewn voice. "Get this mentally unstable woman out of Maxe for disrespecting the president of this company!""W-what? Mr Raymond,b..but he's a thief..." Tori stuttered,her face turning pale immediately.No,it couldn't be..."Didn't you hear me? He,is,the president!"Raymond repeated loudly word by word. Silence crowned itself king of the moment, and Jason easily removed the receptionist's vice grip from his collar. Her bulged eyes dilated with hot tears as shock tore th

The bank manager stuttered. She shoved the teller's hand away and cleared Mr. Fox's details from the system. She laughed nervously. "It wasn't my intention to disrespect you, Mr. Stormwell." Jason grimaced, not partaking in her humour. "I highly doubt that." The woman bit her bottom lip for a moment. "But sir, I'm at your disposal for anything you need. Just please, let's leave the past behind—" "Get out of my face." The woman’s lip trembled. It was like she had been slapped in the face by an invisible hand. "What—What do you mean?" "Come on. Be at my disposal and get the hell out of my face." Jason raised his voice, dragging the attention of everyone present to them. "Ryle fucking deserves that badge more than you." The bank manager had tears in her eyes. She was between defending her job and saving face before the audience they had gathered. In just a few hours, Jason successfully made three women who thought the world of themselves to break down in tears. At once, Jason