Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 45 When Selena returned home, Lisa and Roshan made a mountain out of the molehill regarding what Benjamin had done to them. They also repeatedly told Veronica and the maids, and they waited till midnight and told Shawn when he chome. And they took Shawn to Rebecca’s room.

“Open the door,” Shawn knocked and said a few times, but there was no response “He locked the door after having dinner,” Lisa said. “He didn’t open it when Grandma told him to!” “What?” Shawn grew angry. “Since when did he grow so arrogant?” he banged the door harder with his hand.

Roshan also joined his father and banged the door. The maids and the butlers were watching silently from the side. “Rebecca? What are you doing? At least say something. Do you wantto break the door or what?” Stil, there was no response.

Inside the room, Benjamin was reading one of his wife's fashion magazines. Rebecca was peacefully sleeping, having plugged her ears with noise cancellation earbuds. Though Benjamin sat calmly on the bed until now, he got worried that the vibrations might wake up Rebecca if they kept banging on the door. “If | open it, they'll roastagain. Whether | open it or not, they'll roasttomorrow during breakfast. So, | think it’s better | stay put. They'll get tired and leave eventually.” As Benjamin expected, they stopped knocking after five minutes. Shawn promised his kids he'll take care of Benjamin later on. However, Lisa and Roshan went to their grandparents’ room to bring them and continue disturbing Benjamin. To their shock, their grandparents had also locked their door, and their snoring could be heard from outside. Lisa and Roshan could only walk back to their rooms, wearing disappointed expressions.

The next morning.

Benjamin not only prepared breakfast and ate early, but he also left the food near his wife's bed before leaving for work. Thus, he gave no chance for others to mock him. Lisa asked Shawn to buy a bugatti for her, but he told her to first get the first rank in the class. Roshan chuckled as Lisa embarrassed herself. Kathy brought the leftover breakfast to Devon who had been living in his own world since the past few days. Sbutlers wondered if they should send him to the mental hospital, but nobody acted before taking Jacob's permission.

Jacob hadn't been to the villa in the past three days, so they could only wait. Meanwhile, Oliver roamed throughout the city and eventually managed to find the car showroom he was looking for.

It was a prestigious showroom that had four bugattis and 3 ferraris for sale. Oliver entered the building fully made out of glass, all except the flooring. There were no front-door receptionists, but only one guy dressed in a neat suit who was sitting behind a desk and watching sports on a television.

“Uh, excuse me,” Oliver hesitantly called out for him.

“Mm?” the customer handler turned to look at him. He looked from top to bottom. Oliver was in a typical butler’s uniform. “What do you need?” there was no respect in his voice.

“I want to buy a car.” He raised his brows. “You want to buy what?” “A car, sir,” Oliver tried to be polite as he wasn’t sure if the card would work or not.

“What car? Are you sure you're not mistaking this for a fish market?” he chuckled and shook his head. “Just don’t waste my tand leave.” “I can pay,” Oliver said, trying to sound confident as he took out the platinum card, “for a bugatti.” The customer handler felt like his ears were hurt. “You think buying a bugatti is as easy as buying fish at the market?” “Why are you speaking like this?” stress marks appeared on Oliver's forehead. “I only wanted to buy a car.” “If you can buy a bugatti, | can buy an airplane,” he chortled and waved his hand. “Go away.” “Can’t you see that | have a card?” Oliver stressed his words.

“Card?” he glanced at the platinum card. “What's that overly fashioned card? Whatever it is, it's not a black card. It won't be able to pay the price, and we don’t accept monthly installments, so go away.” “You don’t know until you try,” Oliver said. “Letswipe the card.” “Can’t you hear what I'm saying?” the customer handler got angry and stood. “I won't sell you anything, so leave!” Oliver gritted his teeth and turned around and started walking. However, after looking at the blue Bugatti Veyron, he turned around and said, “I'll give you five percent extra tip.” The customer handler’s expression slowly but surely changed. He would already receive five percent commission if he made a sale, so if he were to add another five percent as tip, he wouldn't need to worry about his expenses for another year or so. “Alright. Cover here, and swipe your card. If it doesn’t work, I’m gonna break that card!” “F-Fine by me,” Oliver swallowed his breath as he walked over and swiped the card. It didn’t ask for any password and directly asked to enter the amount.

“What's this?” the customer handler looked a bit confused. “Eternity Bank?” “What's the price?” Oliver asked.

“For that blue bugatti?” “Ah, the current price is 2.1 million dollars. But if you add my tip, it'll be 2.2 million.” Oliver pressed 225” and then glanced at the customer handler. “How many zeroes should | add now?” “What?” he blinked twice. “Are you joking?” Oliver kept staring with a serious expression. “Obviously, four zeroes.” “Are you sure?” Oliver asked, again with an even more serious expression. “Of course.” Oliver pressed four zeroes and then the green button. It began processing the payment, so the customer handler looked baffled. “Wait, why isn’t it asking for a pin?” “Hmph, because it's special,” Oliver replied haughtily. And then they waited. As they waited with anxiety, it took a few seconds for the payment to be processed. When the copy began printing, the customer handler’s jaw dropped, whereas Oliver felt relieved, for this meant that the payment was successful. “S-Sir, please sit down,” the customer handler’s voice immediately filled with respect.

“I'll bring you drinks right away.” “I'll have smango juice,” Oliver said. “Sure, sir.” As the customer handler ran to the refrigerator, Oliver walked up to the blue bugatti. His heart began skipping hard as he touched it and ran his hand over and felt its smooth and polished surface. After seeing Artur cto the Sterling villa in a bugatti, he wanted to buy it as well, and he did.

The customer handler brought two bottles of mango juice. He also brought four keys-two standard keys, a valet key, and a top-speed key-to Oliver and told him to go for a ride while he prepared the documents. Oliver gave him his personal ID and spapers before sitting in the driver's seat. Having driven sports cars in the Sterling villa before, he didn’t feel overwhelmed by the controls and took the car to the streets.

At the stime, Benjamin had just delivered pizza parcels and then looked at his mobile. Seeing the last transactions, his eyes popped out of his sockets. “WHAT?”