Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 123 Rodnie warned the upper class students to not treat Lisa and Roshan disrespectfully, and that if anybody crossed the line, they would be immediately expelled.

Still and all, one girl tried her luck against Roshan and then got kicked out of the school on the very sday after Roshan complained about her. At the stime, Benjamin paid a visit to the filling station where Nate was working part time.

Seeing Benjamin, Nate called for his friends that were there. Benjamin beat them all and poured petrol over all of them, including Nate. He took out the matchstick he brought, which caused Nate and everyone there to piss in their pants...” “If | see you or your friends ever bothering Lisa or another girl for that matter,” Benjamin lit the matchstick, making them cry and sob and beg for their lives. They couldn't even run away given the state they were in. Running wouldn't help as petrol kept pumping out of the pipe even now. It was falling on Benjamin's boots as well, but he didn’t look the least bit afraid. The onlookers were all either running away or kept thinking that he was crazy. “I will light all your asses up without any discrimination, you understand?” Nate and all his friends nodded their heads fast. By the tpolice came, Benjamin was gone. Still, there were those who video-recorded the whole incident, and they gave it to the police. Nate gave them his address, so they visited the Sterling villa.

Elizabeth rebuked the police and told them to get out of the villa. She didn’t even accept when they said Benjamin was the son-in-law of the Sterling family. She told them they kicked him out of the villa already and to go search for him in the streets. She didn’t even let them search the villa, and her parents and the maids supported her. There was nothing the police could do.

but Benjamin was already holding the bail papers. There was even no condition stated in the bail that he needed to attend the court let alone be kept in prison while awaiting trial. Still, the police could only grind their teeths and leave. “Why did the police clooking for you?” “And how the heck did you get bail so fast?” The other workers showered him with a lot of questions. “I had to pay, of course,” replied Benjamin. “How much?” Benjamin didn’t reply. “Geez, money speaks everything.” “My faith in money is restored again! | will do my best to earn more tips from here on out.” After the workers went back to their places and resumed their work, Christopher cup to Benjamin. “There's no way you could have paid for the bail on your own? Who helped you? Is it our CEO?” “Why would he help me?” “Well, you're a seven-star deliver, and he seems to have skind of soft spot for you, given how he allowed you to work here again after quitting without giving a reason.” “You think he’d helpafter | threatened to kill someone?” Christopher's big heart shook like a leaf. “What?” “Just kidding.” Benjamin lied, not wanting to complicate things unnecessarily. Christopher calmed down. Of course, he had to be kidding. Threatening to kill someone could get him into spending a maximum of ten years behind bars, and how could Samael help Benjamin for such a serious offense? Damian, who had been silent all this while, laughed amusedly. “It doesn’t matter how he got the bail. What matters is that he got it. Now, we can compete with each other again today. While | might not be able to beat him in the amount of tips he receives, | can beat him in the number of successful deliveries | make per day.” “You can keep trying, but it’s not happening anytsoon,” Benjamin assured. “Now | know the streets better, so you better watch out.” They competed again, Benjamin won as usual. While they were returning, Benjamin still had a pizza box he failed to deliver because the house was locked. He gave it to a beggar woman sitting on the side of the street. As they were riding side by side, Damian asked, “You gave her a 22 dollar worth pizza, and she didn’t even get up to thank you.” “She did thankwith her words, didn’t she?” “Yeah, only half-heartedly.” “Even if she hadn't thanked me, I'm fine with it,” said Benjamin. “Hunger doesn’t have a holiday. Those without a roof over their heads have it rough every day.” “Still, 1 don’t think that woman showed enough appreciation,” Damian firmly stated his belief. “Don’t getwrong. | like what you did, but people don’t really appreciate it when you do things for them for free. They may speak a thousand words to thank you, but they never show even a bit of gratitude through their actions. They forget us as soon as we're done helping them. That's why I think twice before helping anyone for free.” “What if | thought the sway before | recommended you for this job?” asked Benjamin, startling Damian. “I didn’t expect anything from you, or did I? What do you think?” “I'm sure you would have calculated whether | can threaten your position or not before you recommended me, right?” Benjamin laughed softly. “You are crazy, dude. Why would | even think of that? You think you can replace my position without working your ass off? | didn’t get here because | was recommended, you know. Even if you were to replacesday, it'll be because you deserved it.” Damian didn’t say anything afterward. Meanwhile, in a private polo club. “You wantto fuck two men at once? I didn’t sign up for this type of shit,” a gorgeous blonde was talking back at Arlo Campbell. “I won't say it again, so go back into the room,” Arlo warned her. “Or what?” she was walking past him. He caught her by the hair and pushed her down to the floor, shocking her. “Did you just manhandle me?” “Yeah, | did, you bitch!” he swung his foot and kicked her crotch like he was kicking a football. She howled in pain and bled from her private part. He raised his polo stick to strike her head, but Blackbear entered the scene and said, “Sir, she’s an up-and-coming singer with a decent fanbase, so | suggest that you let her go.” Arlo glared at him, and he lowered his head and stepped back.

you go. Here's the question. Who can truly keep their mouth shut in the world?” She was horror-struck by his question. “N-No, no, no.” “Only the dead, dear!” Arlo hit her head with the polo stick until it broke. He used the broken bamboo stick to pierce her belly. It punctured through her and emerged through the other side. “What a waste of beauty. | hate myself every t| let my emotions get the better of me.” “Don’t fret, sir,” Blackbear calmly said. “I'll find someone to replace her soon enough.” “I know, but...” Arlo looked at the beauty lying on the floor in her own pool of blood, only a step away from death. “It’s not easy to replace a good-looking singer.” “Actually, we can,” Blackbear showed the image of a girl in his mobile.

“She looks pretty and natural,” Arlo nodded twice. “What about her skills?” “She's worked part-tin over 12 different jobs, so she’s gotta be good at role-playing, but more importantly, she can sing and also play guitar.

She has spresence on social media, too.” “Good. She'll fit the bill. What's her name?” “Jasmine.”