Ultimately Rich Commoner: Path To Supremacy

Chapter 8 He can't pay for a dim

Sawyer looked to the staircase of the Lance family mansion and found Jake Lance standing up there with his hands in his pocket like he owned the place.

Sawyer blinked her eyes at Warren with a surface smile. "It's only a matter of time, don't worry I have got a few friends that will help and we will have our own flat."

Sawyer moved ahead of Warren without batting another eye at Jake.

Last year, she took a loan from the Lance private sector and got a Corolla Big for nothing car that she was driving to the company, instead of easing things for her by borrowing from her family company, she got derided and fifty per cent of the loan was deducted, she is barely left with thousands of dollar from her salary now that grandfather Oliver Lance has completely cut her off her monthly earning.

The extent of having a house was almost impossible for her.

Warren simply nodded, he didn't bulge, Sawyer's idea of moving out was good if not perfect.

But what Warren didn't know was moving out from where? He had barely been married to Sawyer for two days under duress asking her questions about herself would stir the calm sea.

"Grandfather banned you and your hung-beaten husband, you'd be struck in the street." He chided with a cocky smile at the life that awaits Sawyer out there with Warren.

"Jake, focus on becoming a better person first, are you not scared your father will put up the position yet again? Sawyer might get her chance."

He clenched his hand tight by his side, a lowly life talking back at him, that was outrageous, Warren tugged Sawyer on the back.

"Babe let's go, don't worry over his word, there are landowners that won't even budge, they're willing to even dash out their whole estate to you if that pleases you."

Sawyer felt comforted by Warren's words, she was not convinced that landowners knowing what land is worth would give her a house to her taste without asking for anything in return yet she agreed with Warren and followed him.

'Sawyer you have got the richest man in the whole of Cleveland as a husband, so why bother over a mere shelter when you can have countless of them, just sit back and relax.' Warren thought locking eyes with Jake as he slammed the door thunderously behind him.

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"Trust me, the good-for-nothing forced himself on Sawyer, my daughter is regretting her choices already." Sawyer's mother explained to Hans Vincent as he helped her with the door, rubbing his hand across his face with a stunt feeling.

"Hans there is no one better for my daughter other than you." She continues.

Hans chuckled, even when Sawyer never returned his love and his advances, Sawyer's mother had been the one to set them up so his annoyances were just an ice cube before her.

"Don't worry Mother, Sawyer is mine, and I'm glad you didn't support her union with that good for nothing."

Hans followed the old woman to her gate and slipped the door open for her.

Just then Warren walked in with Sawyer, and raising her head to meet the pristine-dressed man hiked her irritation in her scowl.

"Mother, why is Hans here? I thought I told you I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"Sawyer, I could barely walk from the Lance group when I heard of your dues and how your salary is nothing but crumbs of bread now! We will be kicked out of our house soon,"

Sawyer's throat went dry as if life had been ripped out of her vein completely. She met with her friend the other night to assist her, everything she's done to avoid her parent from finding out about her predicament.

She turned to Hans. "Hans Vincent. . ."

Sawyer stressed.

Hans curled his mouth into a cocky smile and shrugged. "Far from what you're thinking. But I couldn't help it when your mother told me."

Hans takes a step closer to Sawyer, "We can go for a ride and talk about us, no need to stress yourself over the rent, I will pull some strings and have everything in place."

Warren cleared his throat in irritation, Hans still had his hand on Sawyer's shoulder. "Don't worry about me Hans, I never run to you for your help."

Sawyer wiggled his hand from her shoulder.

Hans chuckled bitterly, like a good laugh at a circus content. "What… hahaha… Sawyer, I'm saving you from losing your face. You will be on the street by then. I won't bat an eye on street beggars, mind you."

"Don't be deaf Hans, My wife doesn't want to see you, get lost." Warren nudged his head to the door.

"Hans, son, please don't mind my daughter, she's just confused because of this peasant." Her mother rolled her eyes scornfully at Warren, his shabby dress didn't merit their lifestyle.

"What did you have her with!" She yelled losing her temper.

Seeing the confidence on Warren's face, Hans Vincent said loudly.

"Better talk some sense into her before it's too late."

Hans burst through the door angrily.

Isla Lance stormed into the Burlington eclectic living room, threw her bag on the couch forcefully and turned to her husband, David Lance her eyes red as fury.

"Your daughter has lost it!" She yelled at her husband. "I don't know if I have wronged the gods in any way to deserve this."

"Warren here is a street beggar, I thought I married you useless but Sawyer despite all the upbringing I gave her brought home a Vegetable." She enunciates the last word pointing her finger towards her husband.

"Mother, stop it! Warren is better than that proud bastard!"

"I can see you have changed completely. I'm not going to the street like it or not you're divorcing this ingrate, for once!"

"No Mother, I don't want you prepping your way into my life," Sawyer answered with anxiety mixed with anger.

"You've completely lost it," she turned to her husband, her breathing throbbing in her chest. "Talk to her for crying out loud!" She rested her hand on her thigh and yelled at Sawyer.

Warren sees the pressure extremely much on Sawyer. "Mother, Father, Sawyer and I never wanted this union, it's the grandfather that imposed it on us. But I won't fail her, as her husband I will get the rent in a few days. I promise."

Sawyer's mother gaped looking at Warren and a burst of laughter followed.

Sawyer neglected her mother. Their small house looked really nice, compared to what Warren had. "Your lifetime savings cannot pay for anything! A Few days! It's resonating in my ear."

Warren smiled softly and asked. "Mother, how much is the rent? I bet it's not up to millions of dollars," Warren's nonchalant attitude infuriated the woman.

"Five hundred thousand in dollars! You're joking, you can't even afford the jade vase over there."

To Warren, that was a chicken change compared to the wine he brought for her in-law the previous night. He simply told his mother-in-law.

"Could you be a mysterious young master under our roof?"

"Yes, I thought about it." He said. "For like five seconds then I remembered how hefty the amount is."

Warren was nervous about the question. Did Isla Lance figure out his identity before he could settle down?

Isla Lance laughed, and Warren's shoulder slumped in relief.

She picked her bag from the couch, hissing she strolled out of the living room.

"He dares not afford a dim leech!" She mumbled.

"Don't worry Mother, let tomorrow handle itself." Warren walked to the small room by the right and set his bed, while on the bed staring at the ceiling ideas ran through his head.

He can't openly bring forth the money to her in-law or settle their bills, they won't accept it without questioning him. How does he put this whole stuff in place now, he slid his phone from under his pillow and killed the call that entered before pulling over his jacket and strolling out.