Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 114 Langdon Campbell had invited all of Jacob's family for the special party tonight. The party was being held for many reasons, but the primary reason was because Langdon bought many paintings in auctions, sof which were originals of Picasso. In truth, Artur wanted to buy one of Picasso's paintings, but David Bonsbell advised him to not give competition to Langdon.

Langdon was the wealthiest governor of the country with aworth of over five billion dollars, which was low compared to David's wealth, but Langdon had the priceless political power behind him. If he refused to sign the bills, a lot of David's businesses would take big blows, after all. Even though Artur didn't like it, he had to swallow his pride and visit the party. The scould be said for Rebecca. Because Selena was still recovering, Jacob asked Rebecca that she should accompany him in her mother’s place and as the eldest daughter of the family.

Shawn also attended along with Elizabeth and the rest of her family, all dressed up with luxurious outfits from top to bottom. George also wore a suit after a long time, and he looked quite happy. Louis and Bella, who rarely attended these events, also decided to cto this party and brought their children along.

The party was held on the 300-acre lawn of Campbell’s mansion, with tens of paintings being publicly displayed while protected in tough glass coverings. There were lights everywhere, even on the leaves of the many trees in the garden. No matter where one looked, it was a dazzling sight. Alcohol and meat dishes were served without restraint. Moreover, the maids were wearing clothes that revealed a bit of their cleavage, and Roshan was found gawking at their breasts again and received a smack on the back of his head from his mother.

George, who saw that, could only chuckle. (I can’t blhim. He's at that age where he feels like burying his face in boobs for whatever reason. | was there, too.) Lisa saw the price tags attached to glass coverings on the paintings. Every painting was worth millions. Swere worth tens of millions. She looked at her father, wrapped her arm around his arm and asked, “Why don’t you buy these kinds of paintings, dad? Our villa only has no noteworthy paintings, right?” “Regarding that, you should go and ask your grandfather, not me.” Lisa spoke no more as she could guess what her grandfather's response would be. However, Veronica still asked Jacob. “Isn’t the governor your friend, dad? Can't you ask him to give one of these paintings to you? | mean, for the sprice he bought it with, of course.” “I can, but | won't.” Jacob’s reply was as indifferent as it could get.

Meanwhile, Rebecca was busy talking to sadult women who kept asking her about her mother. Elizabeth looked so envious because only one or two people talked to her whereas Rebecca was always surrounded with at least ten people.

At that moment, Arlo entered the scene, and the women surrounding Rebecca received his signal and left her alone so he could talk with her.

Rebecca's complexion changed quickly as Arlo stood next to her with two champagne glasses and tried to share a glass with her. Elizabeth noticed that and wondered what her relationship with Arlo was.

“It's really unfortunate what happened with your mother,” Arlo said, putting forth the white sparkling wine, suggesting to her to take it.

Rebecca, however, didn’t even raise her hand.

Arlo stepped closer and lowered his voice as he spoke, “You know, after the photos and videos got leaked, the rank of your mother’s nspiked in the search engines, as expected | must say, but what surprisedis that your nhas also grown in popularity just as much if not more. It seems people are searching for your nbecause you're Selena’s daughter. You are younger and look more beautiful than her. You are also in the peak stage of your life, so | can totally understand why everyone's looking for you on the internet. Your sister's nalso got popular by the way.” He slipped swine and licked his lips. “There's something special in the women of the Sterling family. Something really hot runs in their blood. In your blood, right?” Rebecca’s blood got all stirred up, but she could only reply with a smile on her face, “You're the worst man I've ever met, Arlo. You're the type who wants to stick your dick in every hole you see but can never fall in love with a woman because you have no clue what love means. Growing up as the only son of a rich family, you enjoyed all sorts of luxuries from a young age and lived a life that didn’t develop your personality all that much. That's probably why you have grown into such a pervert who can’t even think of anything good.” Arlo flashed his teeth in return. He spat saliva in one of the glasses, creeping her out. He then started walking toward Veronica.

“What is he...” Rebecca's eyes widened. Was he going to give that glass to her sister? She was about to move, but then her sister moved first.

Veronica didn’t approach Arlo but went in another direction and met Benjamin who was wearing a simple white shirt and black jeans.

“B-Benjamin?” Rebecca was pleasantly surprised. She stood at a distance and observed him without blinking and with her heart beating faster than usual. “Why's he here?” “How did you get in?” Veronica asked Benjamin. “I'm sure you are required to show the invitation card before entering.” “And | did,” Benjamin replied. In his hands, there was a bouquet and a folded paper.

“You did? How?” Veronica didn’t believe it. “Wait, what's that in your hand?” “A painting,” Benjamin said. “I brought it as a gift. | drew it with my own hand, you know. Want to take a look at it?” Veronica shook her head, but he still opened it anyway. “Don’t be like that, sister-in-law. | poured my heart into ie.” Veronica saw the painting, and her face contorted for a second after seeing the portrait. “Ew, what an ungly face.

Not even his own mother could love such a face.” Arlo entered the scene and looked at the painting and said, “It's indeed ugly, whoever that face belongs to.” Benjamin turned his head to look at Arlo. “I know I'm not as good as Picasso, but how can you not recognize your own face, Mr. Arlo?” Arlo, who was sipping on the wine, ended up spilling it.

Pfft,” Veronica controlled herself from bursting into laughter. “I get it,” Benjamin continued. “You probably don’t look at yourself in the mirror all that much anymore.” Veronica couldn’t control herself anymore and ended up laughing out loud. “Puhahaha!” Arlo’s face turned ashen. He glared at Benjamin. “Who the fuck are you?” “Oh my, don’t you recognize the person you put a million dollar price upon?” Benjamin asked. “Do you only remember the faces of women, or what?” Arlo’s expression suddenly changed. Right, now that he looked again, this was the sguy on the bounty poster!