Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 44 Instead of parking the car, Oliver was taking a tour throughout the garden in the bugatti.” Haha, this is freaking awesome!” he felt so thrilled. “If | can bust out through a gate, it'll be like playing GTA in real life!” However, his excitement was cut short by Lisa and Roshan who wanted to drive the black-and orange Bugatti Chiron for themselves.

Oliver could only cry on the inside as he got out of the car with a smile on his face.

Lisa wanted to sit in the driver's seat, but Roshan pulled her back by her hair and sat in the driver's seat first.

She yelled at him, telling him to get out, but he shut the door and went for a ride in the super sports car.

“Huhoo... this engine speaks speed! The turbochargers really work!” He recklessly drove the car around the garden.

Vlad and Mercie were watching from the balcony while licking on lollipops with strawberry flavors, and while putting on a poker face, they bet on whether Roshan would hit the car to a tree or not.

Meanwhile, Kathy knocked the door twice and tried to open it, but then realized that the door was locked “Madam, it's me, Kathy,” she said. Artur was standing right behind her. “You have a guest. Can you please open the door?” Benjamin went for a bath, so Rebecca got up from the bed and walked with the help of the walking stick. It took her seffort to get to the door, and just as she was about to open, Kathy knocked again. “Why are you in such a hurry?” Rebecca frowned in annoyance and then opened the door. Before Kathy could speak, she was pushed aside by Artur who took his right hand out of his pocket and introduced himself, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rebecca.” Rebecca's hand involuntarily reached out for his hand. “You are...” he was a bit intimidating with his huge frand all, but the faint smile on his face upped his handsomeness enough to make his presence feel more comfortable.

“Artur. A friend of Shawn.” “Oh, please cin.” She limped her way to her sofa and told him to sit there. Artur realized that she had suffered an ankle injury. He sat down on the ssofa, next to her. The room wasn’t how he expected a woman's room would be. There were no dolls, no shining things. Everything was simple and uncluttered. He liked it. He sniffed once, and his gaze stopped on the pizza slices on the bed. “I didn’t disturb your meal time, did 17” “Ah, no, not at all,” Rebecca quickly replied, touching her ear once. “This is my first tseeing you. What brought you here, Mr. Arthur?” Though Shawn had cto her the previous night, he didn’t say anything about his friend visiting, but she could still guess what this sudden visit was all about. Artur took out an invitation card.

“I wanted to give you this.” “This... Salvation Auction?” she was pleasantly surprised. “Isn't this a private auction? If I'm correct, it happens only once a year, and the entrance fee itself is 1 million dollars.” “They only give out limited invitation cards, and | bought one for you.” “For me?” “Yeah, this year is going to be fun. They are selling wonderful paintings, medieval silk and other stuff from the treasure they found at the bottom of the pacific.” The phrase ‘medieval silk’ caught her attention.

“Thanks, but why are you givingsuch a pricey invitation card to me?” Rebecca straightforwardly asked. “I mean, this is our first tmeeting.” “I wanted to make an impression,” Artur also replied in a similar fashion, albeit with an added smile. “I don’t have the healing power like Jesus, or | would have said a word, and your wound would have been healed. Since that’s not possible, | thought we could attend the auction together. It’s in the next month, so I'm sure you'll be able to walk by then.” Rebecca didn’t know what to say. From the looks of it, the diamonds on his suit and the gold on his boots, Artur seemed filthy rich. Moreover, he looked like a big bear sitting next to her. His thighs were almost twice as big as her's, yet they were pleasant on the eyes because he was fit. This made her wonder why her brother chose such a big guy for her. Was it because he thought she liked guys with such large and broad frames? As she was lost in thought, Artur stood.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, standing up with effort. “Without eating?” “Sorry, but I'll eat when you're in a position to freely walk to the dining table,” Artur said and patted her shoulder once. “I hope you'll recover quickly.” Artur wasted no tand walked away with confidence and charm. “He's like swag personified, ” Rebecca muttered under her breath. “He's definitely rich from birth.” Seconds after Artur left, Benjamin walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with the towel. “Did a guest cby?” “Yeah. A rich and handsguest,” Rebecca got to her bed. “Handsome?” Benjamin's heart skipped a beat. Because he was in the shower, he didn’t focus on what was happening outside. However, he now realized that a man had paid a visit. “W What are you talking about?” “Nothing,” Rebecca sat down and kept staring at the invitation card.

“What's that?” Benjamin asked.

She didn’t respond.

He walked over, but she put the invitation card in the drawer. He could have opened the drawer and checked it for himself, but out of respect for her, he didn’t.

He quickly rushed out of the room and checked from the balcony and managed to get a good look at Artur before he left in his bugatti.

“Who's that freaking bear?” Benjamin gripped the balustrade in frustration, and it cracked.” It doesn’t look like he’s a colleague.” Thoughts rushed through his mind as he walked back to his room. Then he walked back to the balcony again. He dialed Alfred. “Who's the freak that just left the villa?” “Sorry, Master. You told us to not surveil you, and so we didn’t,” replied Alfred. “I'm currently leaving the hospital where we've admitted the bozo that lost his hand. But don’t worry. I'll send you the details in a few minutes.” Benjamin walked around on the balcony, unable to stand at one spot. “Just who the hell is he?” his blood boiled as he remembered the way his wife referred to that man. (Rich and handsome?) All the veins on his arms began to bulge up. “How dare this bastard cto my wife's room and tempt her with whatever tricks he pulled?” Just then, he received a message. He never checked his mobile so fast as far as he could remember.

“Artur Bonsbell? The son of tobacco tycoon David Bonsbell?” he clenched his fist. “So what if he is? Does being the son of a billionaire make him eligible to talk with my wife?” he already began to climb down the stairs. He called Alfred again. “He gave Rebecca an invitation card. Find out his schedule. And | want an invitation card for that event as well.” “Not a problem, Master, but you seem to be pacing towards something.” “Yeah, I'm going to the woods. | want to vent my anger somewhere,” Benjamin said, ‘or I'm afraid I'll go straight to the billionaire’s son and break his bones.” “That'd resolve everything quickly, though it might make you a villain in your wife's eyes. | hope that never happens. May your wife stay with you forever.” “Thanks, Alfred,” Benjamin ended the call.

Lisa and Roshan were still quarreling as Lisa didn’t get to drive the car. “How could you be so selfish?” Lisa tried to hit him.

“I was fast, so | got to ride first,” Roshan said. “If you want to ride a bugatti, why don’t you ask dad to buy one for you? Aren't you going to college next year? I'm sure he’ll agree since he won't want you to staying at a hostel.” “Huh, you just want to steal the bugatti fromonce he buys it, right?.” “Haha, so you've seen through me, huh.” “I'm your sister, idiot!” “If the younger brother is an idiot, that makes the elder sister a bigger idiot, don’t you think?” “What?” As they quarreled and grabbed each other's clothes and pulled and pushed each other around, Benjamin went out of his way to take the water pipe from Oliver and directed it toward them, shocking them both. “Uncle, what are you doing!” Lisa and Roshan cried out.

“Watering my in-laws,” Benjamin replied. There was enough force in the water to not just trouble them but make them feel uneasy. What's more, he let the water jet crash into their faces. This way, he vented his anger so he wouldn't need to go for a long walk through the woods.