Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“It's not necessary at the moment, but I'll check with Bailey again. If she really intends to marry Daddy

Eddy, this will be the end of the matter. Anyway, you must keep this a secret.”

Kai flashed an okay sign with his fingers. “All right. If there's nothing else. I'm ending the call.”

“Bye.”

No sooner had the video call ended than the room door opened. Maxton subsequently entered with a

plate of fruits in hand.

When he saw the grim look on Zayron's face, he couldn't help but ask, “Idiot, who got on your nerves?”

Zayron narrowed his eyes at him. After scrutinizing Maxton with a piercing gaze, he asked derisively,

“Don't you have an uncle who's a jerk?”

Daddy Eddy doesn't have any siblings and is the only son of the Chivers family. Also, he doesn't have

any male paternal cousins too. As for male maternal cousins, the only ones around are his aunt's

children. Artemis is one of them, but he already has a son who is about my age. Therefore, the

chances are not high. That only leaves... What's his name... Mr. Simon Luther. That's it! When I get the

chance, I'll throw him at a bunch of women.

“Jerk Uncle? Oh, that's right. He truly is a jerk. If not for him, my dad wouldn't have become horny and

ended up having me.”

Staring coldly at him, Zayron asked through his gritted teeth, “Has Jerk Uncle slept with anyone

before? In other words, does he have an illegitimate child somewhere?”

Maxton furrowed his brows.

“Probably not, as I've not heard of anything of that sort before. Idiot, what's wrong? Did you just

discover that he has one?”

Zayron snorted in laughter amidst a vicious expression that descended upon his face.

If I find out that he is my biological dad, I will make sure that he becomes impotent for the rest of his

life. Those who philander irresponsibly are scum. He certainly doesn't deserve to have exceptional

children like me and Susan.

“Can you go to Luther Group's blood bank to steal some of Jerk Uncle's blood for me?”

He wanted to take a paternity test together with Simon. As the blood belonging to the members of the

Luther family wasn't recorded in police registries, he wouldn't be able to find a match even if he

uploaded his blood type into the system.

Maxton stomped his feet in exasperation. “F*ck, does Uncle Simon really have an illegitimate child

outside? Who is it?”

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and gave Zayron a probing look. “Don't tell me that it's you.”

Zayron glared at him. “Just follow my instructions, and stop wasting time. If you delay any further, I'll

kick you out.”

Maxton was speechless.

Meanwhile, in the design department director's office of Luther Group, Stephen was looking at the two

women sitting at the opposite ends of the couch. He couldn't help but ask with a smile, “Ms. Tanner,

Ms. Jefferson, since both of you are colleagues now, what's the point of behaving like enemies?”

Bailey ignored him while flipping through a fashion magazine.

Sniggering, Jessica replied sarcastically, “Wouldn't I be sullying my reputation by working with

someone incompetent like her? Mr. Chandler, whatever it is, just speak candidly. I'm worried that I'll be

ruined by this shameless woman sooner or later.”

Bailey let out a chuckle before retorting, “Mr. Chandler, have you been keeping a mad dog as a pet in

your break room? Why do I keep hearing one barking? I suppose it must be a b*tch that is dying to

mate.”

Bailey's words succeeded in lighting the fuse of Jessica's rage. Springing to her feet from the couch,

the latter bellowed, “Who are you calling a b*tch? Who are you accusing of wanting to mate?”

Ignoring her, Bailey smiled at Stephen with a cocked brow. “Did you hear that? I can hear it barking

again. I must say, Mr. Chandler, it's not healthy to keep a dog indoors all year. All you will do is drive it

mad.”

“You...”

“Enough, Jessica. Zip that mouth of yours. Since Ms. Jefferson claims to have heard a mad dog

barking, she must definitely have heard it. Besides, she didn't say that it was you, so why are you being

so worked up for? Unless you're admitting that you are the b*tch that she's talking about?”

“I...”

Outraged, Jessica trembled all over while her face grimaced in seething anger.

I'll bear with it for now! One of these days, I'll tear that face of hers apart and have her groveling at my

feet.

“Today, I've gathered both of you here to convey Ms. Caridee's decision. Actually, her requirements are

simple. Whoever can design an outfit that is both creative and capable of accentuating her status as

one of the Ten Acclaimed Socialites would be chosen as her fashion designer. On top of that, Mr.

Luther declared that he will nominate the winner of this competition as a candidate in The Grand

Fashion Show.”

At that moment, a greedy glint flashed across Jessica's eyes.

There was only one prize given out at The Grand Fashion Show—The Ultimate Designer, which was

the highest honor within the fashion industry. The Grand Fashion Show was a competition held once

every four years, and only four candidates were allowed to participate in it. Therefore, one would never

get the opportunity unless one had obtained very strong support.

Four years ago, Jessica didn't make it as she was not qualified despite the fact that she was Eve

Lussohn's student.

As a result, she resolved to qualify as a candidate this year.

Given that Luther Group was The Grand Fashion Show's largest sponsor, she figured that the

organizers of the show would respectfully award her the title of The Ultimate Designer out of respect for

Artemis.

With that title, she would be able to lord it over the tens of thousands of fashion designers throughout

the world.

Four years ago, the woman known as Snowflake—a dark horse then—had won the glorious title.

Hence, Jessica, as Eve's last student and the lead designer for Luther Group, believed that the title

would be hers.

“Really? Does Mr. Luther really plan to nominate me as one of the candidates for The Grand Fashion

Show?”

Jessica disregarded Bailey, for she had already assumed that she would win.

In her opinion, the inept Bailey stood no chance against her at all.

In fact, she doubted the latter could even complete the design of a gown, let alone one befitting the Ten

Acclaimed Socialites.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Stephen's gaze fell upon Bailey. However, he couldn't help but smile

when he saw her indifferent expression and her lack of desire to argue with Jessica.

That's how someone humble yet talented behaves.

With that, he was filled with anticipation to see what this lead designer from Archulea was made of.

After all, he trusted Xavier's eye. The fact that Bailey had transferred to headquarters with glowing

recommendations was a testament to her capabilities.

“Ms. Jefferson, do you have any questions?”

Bailey shrugged before putting down the magazine she was holding. After getting to her feet, she

asked with a smile, “Other than being creative and to accentuate her status as one of the Ten

Acclaimed Socialites, are there any other requirements?”

“Sheesh, look at how thick-skinned you are. These two requirements alone are enough to give you

grief. And yet, you're asking if there's more? What a joke, Bailey. You can drop that act of yours now. If

I were you, I would back out of the competition and leave Hallsbay so as to not sully the city.”