CHAPTER SEVEN
Author: Davedee
last update2026-01-11 20:08:27

Ansel got home lost in thought. He still found it very hard to believe that he was now the richest man in the entire city.

He couldn't help but to wonder if life was as easy as that for some people out there. He didn't know if he should be grateful for the sudden abundant blessing.

The house was more unsettled than his mind. Lara Jane and her family lived away from the Cree family mansion because of Ansel.

Since her grandfather had died, she and her family got kicked out of the mansion because they didn't want to see Ansel. Lara Jane didn't have a problem with him, but it was more reason for her parents to hate her husband.

They hated the fact that they lived apart in a small apartment like they were not millionaires but just a normal family.

Lara Jane was caught up in a heated argument with her parents and, as every other time, it was Ansel's matter.

“Tell me what exactly it is that you are trying to pull here! Huh! Can't you read in between the lines? We might lose it all soon because of your foolishness!” Ella, Lara Jane's mother, yelled out angrily.

She was filled with so much rage and didn't care to hide it. "I just don't understand why you act so blind when everything is on the line! It's not just about you but your entire family! Your entire family is on the line!"

“Mom, please calm down, nothing worse could happen to us,” Lara Jane said with a frown on her face.

She had to listen to her parents complain over and over and over again. The conversation had begun to bore her rather than annoy her.

She just decided to go through with it since her parents had decided to turn it into some kind of ritual.

Her mother scoffed. “Nothing worse can happen to us? Did you really just say nothing worse can happen to us? Okay, tell me, what if we get kicked out of the family, huh? Not just kicked out, what if we are cut off from the family's wealth and everything? We would be nothing more than a family of paupers. Isn't that worse?”

“Mom, grandma is being very irrational right now, and I don't expect you to be this way either. So what if we get kicked out? I'm very educated and so many companies are dying to have me. I'll easily find another job, and we can continue our lives from there,” Lara Jane firmly said.

“What if she uses her connection to make sure you never find a job in the city, huh? You know she has mad connections.” Ella stood with her hands firmly pressed on her hips.

“Then we will leave the city. This isn't the only city in the entire world, you know.”

“You fool!” Her mother growled. “Don't you want to leave this shitty house and move to a fancy mansion? Why are you so okay with this fucked up life?! Just do as you are being told and get married to Paul Bryant, he is a good man.” Ella's voice softened as she spoke of Paul.

“Lara Jane dear,” Tim, Lara Jane's father, finally spoke up. The man had been watching his wife and daughter argue in silence, half sitting and half standing on the back of the couch.

“You know that your mother is right, we are all trying to show you the good life that a marriage with the Bryant family promises. You can become the richest in the entire city by just getting married to him.

“Not to mention, your grandmother will make you her favorite grandchild at once! You will have so much power and wealth, your cousins will come to respect you.”

Lara Jane took a deep sigh. “Listen, both of you, I am tired of having this same conversation with you and grandma over and over and over again. I am tired! I don't know how else you want me to say this, but I will not divorce my husband no matter what you say, never!”

Her eyes glowed with anger as she exclaimed to her parents. She had grown tired of that same conversation and her having to prove her point every single time.

Why wouldn't they just leave her alone? Why weren't they bugging her younger sister to leave her fiancé and marry Paul, since he was such a big deal?

Both of her parents were surprised by their daughter's sudden outburst. Ella stared with widened eyes with her jaw dropped in disbelief.

Tim stepped forward to speak, but his wife took the lead. “Why you little?”

Cut off by the sound of the door as it opened and shut, Ella turned her head around to see who it was and when she saw the face that walked in, her lips curved into a slight smirk.

“Well, well, well, look, who finally found his way home in time to grace us with his presence.” Her voice had reduced to a lower tone.

Ansel walked into the living room and stood with his hands fixed at his back. His eyes surveyed the mood of the house, and he knew it wasn't a good mood.

Though he was never a good mood whenever he was around.

Ella crossed her arms below her breast and glared at Ansel with disgust written all over her face. “What do you have to say to yourself after that stupid act you displayed this evening at the mansion? Huh?”

Ansel fell silent for a moment. There was a slight smile on his face as he stared at his mother-in-law.

How would she react if she heard about his real identity? What would they think of him if they learnt of the money that was in his account currently?

Would they bow down and start worshiping him at once if they learnt that he was the richest man in the entire city and the King's corporation now belonged to him?

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