Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 88 Selena fired all the male butlers and cleaners after giving them the next three months salary, so they didn’t complain and also leaked what happened inside the villa, and she didn’t lose any face, either. Both parties knew that this was done to make Rebecca feel comfortable.

While Benjamin had taken Johnny's body in a car and went out into the city, Selena had removed Benjamin's bed and all his belongings from Rebecca’s room.

When Rebecca told her this wasn’t necessary, she was told to shut-up.

“I know you better than you know yourself,” Selena told her. “Right now, it's not good for a male to be living in your room, even if it’s your husband.” “But... shouldn't we at least discuss this with him first?” asked Rebecca. “What will he think when he comes back and sees all his stuff moved to another room?” “Let him think whatever he wants,” Selena snorted. Her stomach rumbled again. “Ah, for fuck sake!” she raised her hands and screamed before rushing to the washroom in Rebecca's room itself.

Delle then explained to Rebecca about Benjamin putting diarrhea-causing pills in Selena’s coffee. She touched her forehead in response. “It's salt last time, and now it’s this? Why's he acting like this now?” “Now that you told him you'll make your wedding public,” Selena spoke aloud from the bathroom. After taking the electrolytes, she was feeling energetic now. “He’s finally showing his true colors. He'll becmore and more assertive, and if you keep silent, he'll get away with anything and everything. Don’t forget that he’s the guy who took advantage of you when you were drunk. That type of a guy can never be trusted.” Her mother’s words didn’t help Rebecca cope with the situation any better. She just killed a person, yet her mother was more worried about her son-in-law’s situation.

At that moment, Jacob entered the room. “Dad...” as he cover, she stood, thinking he’ll hug her. “Where's the gun?” he asked. She didn’t respond, or rather she couldn't. “I asked you, where's the gun?” “Benjamin took it,” her expression turned a bit said. “Why?” Jacob gritted his teeth. “How could you be so foolish, Rebecca? If you had only just called, | would have used my contacts and dealt everything smoothly. What if this guy gets caught now? Even if he tells everything that happened, it won't make you look good. When you killed Johnny in self-defense, there was no need for you to bury the body somewhere secretly, unless you're guilty. That's what the court will say.” Rebecca's heart began beating faster and faster.

“I called him, but he isn’t responding. You try calling him,” Jacob said, even though he didn’t call Benjamin even once. After all, he didn’t even have Benjamin's number in his phone.

She immediately dialed Benjamin. He answered. “Hey, where are you?” she asked quickly. Sensing the tension in her tone, he said, “Be calm. | told you I'll handle this.” “That's not it. You should-" as Rebecca was speaking, Jacob snatched the phone from her. “It's me, Jacob. Turn around and get back hright now! If the patrolling officers stop you, everything will get messy, you hear me?” The call ended.

Jacob couldnt believe it. He looked at his daughter in disbelief. “Did he just hang up?” “What a mouth!” Benjamin slowed down his car and stopped by the group of officers that were checking every vehicle passing by.

They soon cto his car and checked that there as no one else inside other than Benjamin.” Why don’t you open the trunk, mate?” one of the officers said.

Just then another officer, Steve, recognized Benjamin. “Hello, Mr. Benjamin. Where are you headed at this hour? To your second home?” “Of course, not,” replied Benjamin, calmly. “What's going on here, though?” “Ah, a missing girl case.” He showed the poster. “Have you seen here anywhere? She's the chief justice’s daughter.” Benjamin glanced at the poster and remembered her. This was the sgirl standing outside the underground tunnel, the one she let go. (She didn’t return home? Perhaps, she was too afraid to return.) “Why are you taking so long to reply?” Steve asked. “Surely, you aren’t hiding her in your trunk, are you?” Benjamin stared at him, and Steve peered back at him without blinking and while chewing on the bubble gum.

“Just kidding, mate.” He furled the poster and his voice slightly changed, “I saw you talking with Jane the other day at the party. Are you two close?” “No. I'm close with her friend, though.” “I see,” Steve felt a bit relieved.

“A’ight. You can go.” Benjamin nodded and pressed his foot on the accelerator gently as there were still cars before him that were moving. The dog held by the officer began to sniff and shout as Benjamin's car passed by. He glared at the dog, and it tucked its tail between its legs and squealed in a submissive manner.

One of the officers standing beside Steve asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to check that guy’s car?” “I'm sure. He's a hard-working guy. Not the kind to kidnap girls.” “Charlie seems to have sensed something, though. Maybe he’s carrying sstuff.” “Well, we ain't got tto focus on that,” said Steve. “You got a point. If we don’t find the chief justice’s daughter by tomorrow morning, he’ll be all over our department.” Steve glanced at Benjamin's car as it shrank in his sight. (I felt great when you hit Donovan, so now, we're even.) Meanwhile, somewhere else in the city.

In a private casino, Francis was kneeling on the floor, with his face completely covered in his own blood. He was gasping and cringing in pain and crying. “I really don’t know. Please trust me.” His words weren't clear because a few of his teeth were missing. “I didn’t know she was your daughter. | didn’t know her until she called me. My son is missing, too.” A fat man was sitting in the chair before him, with two dozen armed guards standing behind him. “If your son wasn't missing, you would have already died. It’s a pity that a capable law officers like us have to meet like this because of our incompetent children. But this doesn’t change the fact that she got into skind of mess because of your son, so you should take responsibility for it.” He raised his hand a little and gestured to the guards. One of them stepped forth and took out a knife. “No, wait, please!” Francis begged. “Givea chance.” Despite his efforts, his tongue was pulled out and cut into half. Blood poured out of his mouth. He shut his mouth and bawled his eyes out.

The fat man, who was the Chief Justice of the country, stood and put his coat on. “Pray that my daughter is alive.

Otherwise, I'll cfor your life and everyone associated with you.” He turned and started walking. He glanced at the female guard next to him. “Who was that son-in-law my daughter talked about in her last call?”