The Useless Son In-law Is A Legend

Chapter 7-The Trap Is Set

Morning came too fast.  

The Harrison mansion was busy again, but the air felt tense.  

Clara noticed it the moment she stepped into the living room.

Her mother was standing near the table, holding a black bag.  

The same bag Ryan carried everywhere.

“Whose bag is this?” Mrs. Harrison asked sharply.

“Ryan’s,” Clara said softly. “Why?”

Mrs. Harrison unzipped it, and everyone froze.

Inside were several white papers, all stamped with red company seals — and one thick envelope filled with cash.

“What is this?” she shouted. “Ryan! Get in here right now!”

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Ryan walked in calmly, wiping his hands with a towel.  

“Yes, ma’am?”

She threw the papers at him. “Explain this!”

Ryan bent down slowly, picked one up, and looked at it.  

His face didn’t change.

“Fake business contracts, fake receipts, cash… are you trying to scam us now?” Mrs. Harrison screamed.

Clara covered her mouth in shock. “Ryan… what is this?”

Ryan looked up quietly. “It’s not mine.”

“Not yours? Then how did it end up in your bag?” Eric stepped out from behind the door, smirking.  

“I saw him outside last night near the storage room. I bet he hid them there first.”

Ryan’s eyes met Eric’s — calm, unreadable. “You saw me?”

“Yes,” Eric said quickly. “And I’m not lying.”

Mrs. Harrison pointed toward the door. “Get out of my house, Ryan! You’ve brought enough shame!”

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Ryan didn’t move. He just looked at Clara.  

Her eyes were filled with confusion.  

“Please, say something,” she whispered. “If you didn’t do it, just explain.”

“I already did,” Ryan said quietly. “But you believe what you want.”

Then he turned and walked toward the door.

“Don’t come back!” Mrs. Harrison shouted.

The door slammed behind him.

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Outside, Ryan walked down the street slowly. The air was heavy.  

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Shadow,” he said in a calm voice.

“Yes, Commander?”

“They planted fake papers in my bag. Find out who touched it.”

“Already did,” the man replied. “It was Eric Harrison’s friend. We caught him near the back door last night.”

Ryan’s jaw tightened slightly. “And the proof?”

“We have the camera footage.”

Ryan’s voice was steady. “Good. Don’t release it yet. Wait for my order.”

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Back at the mansion, Eric was smiling. “I told you all along, Auntie. That man is bad news. He probably stole those documents to blackmail someone.”

Mrs. Harrison sighed heavily. “I should’ve listened to you earlier.”

Clara stayed quiet, staring out the window.  

Something in her heart didn’t sit right.

Later, her phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number.

**“Don’t trust what you saw. Watch Eric closely.”**

She frowned. “Who is this?”

But the number had already gone offline.

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Meanwhile, Ryan walked toward a small street café and sat down quietly.  

A man in a dark jacket walked up and stood beside him.  

The man’s voice was low. “Commander?”

Ryan looked up. “It’s been a long time.”

The man smiled faintly. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, sir. The world thinks you’re dead.”

Ryan sipped his tea. “Let it stay that way.”

The man nodded. “Understood. What are your orders?”

“Stay close to the Harrison family,” Ryan said softly. “If anything happens to Clara, protect her — quietly.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ryan looked at the sky again, his face calm but his eyes sharp.  

“They want war,” he said slowly. “Then I’ll show them who they’re fighting.”

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Later that night, back at the Harrison mansion, Eric received a strange email.  

He clicked it open — and his hands started shaking.

It was a video file.  

In it, the man he paid to plant the papers was clearly visible… sneaking into Ryan’s room.

And at the end of the video, one message appeared on the screen:

**“Your move, Eric.”**

Eric’s face turned pale.  

“Impossible…” he whispered. “How did he get this?”