Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 61 Right after massaging Nolan's back, both with hands and with a warm towel, Benjamin went to the kitchen to oversee the breakfast preparations. After that, he got a little bit of breathing space to bathe and to eat.

Rebecca noticed a change in Benjamin. He would usually whistle while bathing, especially loudly when he was in a good mood, but he didn’t whistle in over a week. But since that wasn’t really a big deal in her perspective, she didn’t think much about it.

Right before leaving the room, he made tto wave goodbye to Rebecca Though she didn’t respond back with her voice, she was forcing herself to at least smile in return.

Benjamin walked out through the main door and readied the car for the kids. Today, the kids were late, so he had to wait.

He received a call. It was from Alfred.

“Master, how long are you going to let them oppress you?” Alfred sounded frustrated and angry. “They are treating you worse than a dog. When will this ridiculous gend?” “It may look ridiculous to you, but it letsbe close to my wife,” replied Benjamin. “If she can lovewhen I'm a useless live-in son-in-law, how much more do you think she’ll love and respectwhen she knows about my family? Won't she giveher love for a lifetif | give her mine?” “I get that, Master, but... isn't there a better way to do this? You even went and joined the Rye’s Pizzas of all places. What if she gets word of this and comes looking for trouble.” “Aren’t you here for me?” Alfred went silent. “The kids are here, Alfred. We'll talk later.” Benjamin ended the call. Devon and another butler brought their school bags and lunch boxes over to the car. While no one was looking, Devon slipped the platinum card in Lisa’s bag. Benjamin took the kids to school and went to Rye’s Pizzas.

Meanwhile, at Samael’s 40 million dollar duplex penthouse.

Artur just arrived to meet with Samael. Luther was also there. Artur expected Samael would get up and give him extra respect, but Samael didn’t even get up from his sofa. At least, he requested Artur to take a seat.

Artur sat on the opposite sofa. The glass wall offered a magnificent view of the city from the 40th floor.

“Smoking does more harm than good for mankind,” Samael said, “but it sure brought billions to your father.” “I don’t think pizzas deserve to be part of a man’s diet, either,” replied Artur. “I'd not recommend them even to dogs.” ALERGI Both smiled at each other.

“So what brought Artur Bonsbell here?” Samael raised his brows, sitting royally on his couch with one hand on his thigh. “Surely, you didn’t catch your father’s habit of buying the top floors of every hotel he visits, or did you?” “I'm not here for your flat, Samael Mort Breaker. I'm here to give you a proposal for selling your company to me.” Samael was genuinely surprised for a second. “You sure you can afford to buy my company?” “Tobacco isn’t the only thing Bonsbell Corp sells. We own casinos, clubs, hotels, you nit. Buying your company isn't that hard.” “Mm, | bought Rye’s pizzas for only 250 million dollars because it had only one base back then. Of course, we still have only one major base in the city, but we have 1200 in-office staff and over 31,000 delivery executives. Now we are planning to expand the company throughout the country. So I'm afraid | won't sell you unless you payanything less than 5 billion.” “5 billion?” Artur laughed out loud. “You think your pizzas are worth that much?” “If they are worth nothing, you wouldn't clooking fornow, would you?” “Well, I have my reasons for coming here, but | will praise you on one thing. No other pizza company takes orders 24/7. And | know that’s not an easy thing to maintain.” Artur didn’t want to reveal things for no reason.

However, the reason he visited Samael was simple. He wanted to buy Rye’s Pizzas and make Benjamin's life miserable just because he wanted to get back at Rebecca for giving his invitation card back and to show her how far he would go for her, albeit in his own perverse way. “Still and all, most of your company’s fis built on vapor through advertisements. Your stocks are overvalued, and | hope you know that. The larger your company gets, the more it will start to underperform.” Artur remained silent, sporting just a simple smile. “1.5 billion. That's my first and last price.” Artur said. A pale woman brought fruit juice, but Artur stood and started walking. “You have two days to decide.” After Artur and Luther left, the pale woman went to the sofa and took out a microphone that was hidden in its gaps. She crushed it between her fingers and glanced at Samael. “I think this is a good opportunity to sell this company.” “No, it's not the tyet.” “How long are you going to keep waiting? Who can stop us if we act right now?” “Patience, my dear. Have spatience. | will pluck the fruit when it is perfectly ripe. Until then, let's keep playing our roles.” At Lisa's school. During the short break, Lisa's friend asked for a pen. She kept checking through her bag to see if she had an extra pen, but then she found a strange-looking, eye-catching card, with the letter * wembedded on it with diamonds.

“Wow, this is so pretty.” Her friend's eyes lit up.”Are those real diamonds?” CHA ERO1 “I...” Lisa didn’t know what to say. They sure looked like real diamonds to her. “Which company’s card is it? Can | have it?” her friend asked.

Lisa flipped the card, and the magnetic stripes made her wonder if it was a debit or credit card. But how did it end up in her bag? Did Dad or Mom secretly drop it in her bag? She then remembered asking Shawn for a bugatti. (Did Dad put it in the bag? Is this his way of givingthe money? No, let's not get ahead of myself. | should first confirm if this is a credit card or not. It's not Black Card, but | hope it'll helpbuy a lot of things!) Her friend plucked it out of her hand.

“Hey, Sheela! Give it to me!” “Stop sweating! I'm only gonna hold it for a minute, that’s all.” “No. Give it!” after sverbal and physical to-and-fro, Lisa was able to get the card back. She put it in her pocket and patted the pocket a few times. (If this card is what | think it is, Nate will love it.)