Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 42 Shawn had been sitting on a golf court for over two hours, but he patiently waited. A Ferrari entered his view, and then gradually the noise of its engine. He stood and didn’t move even though the vehicle cstraight at him. At the last second, the vehicle arched around him and stopped fast, lifting up grass and dirt. A handshunk stepped out. He was almost as tall as Shawn and just as masculine. He was wearing what might seem like a casual white T-shirt and blue jeans, but these were the sclothes worn by his favorite movie stars, which he later acquired for free. His shoes had gold linings, and so hid the tip of his wallet showing through the backpocket. “Did | make you wait for too long?” he asked. “Any longer, and | might have clooking for you,” Shawn said with a poker face.

“Haha,” he and Shawn then laughed and shook each other's hands.

They sat down at a table with an umbrella attached on top. He took out two Mayan Sicars from the tobacco box and gave one to Shawn. They peacefully smoked for a minute and half.

“So, how are you doing these days, senior?” he asked.

“Busy is all | can say. Working on two careers parallely is taking its toll on me.” “Then why don’t you quit the one that’s less profitable?” “I will once the tis right,” replied Shawn. “What about you, Artur? Are you still roaming the world aimlessly?” Artur smirked a little. “I feel like I've seen everything there is. I've been repeating the sroutine, and world has beca boring place.” “Boring, huh,” Shawn nodded twice. “That means you just haven't found the right woman yet.” “Right woman?” Artur almost burst into laughter. “Haha, good joke.” Shawn exhaled a bit audibly. “Do you remember Rebecca?” Artur raised one of his brows. “Who?” “You know, the slapper.” “Uh, ah, yeah, the one who slapped the judge on stage for touching her inappropriately,” Artur nodded, “yeah, | do remember her. It has becquite a news back then. If my memory is correct, isn’t she your sister?” “Mm. Four years back, | asked you if you're interested in her,” Shawn said, “and you said you're not interested in marrying at the time. So, how about now?”. Artur seemed surprised. “Where's this coming from? Did you cto meetafter all these years to do match-fixing?” Shawn smiled and said, “You wouldn't have agreed to meet unless you benefit in sway AL1242 from it.” “C'mon, we graduated from the scollege.” “Yeah, but we're not friends. We're just businessmen. So, I'm just putting my proposal first,” he put his phone down on the white table, and Rebecca's image was being displayed on the screen. Her facial features caught Artur’s eye, but he acted like he wasn't affected by it. “She’s currently wasting her twith a fake husband, so I'd be grateful if you can at least pull her away from him. Whether you marry her or not comes later.” “Mm,” Artur thought for a little bit. “I'll think about your sister's matter and answer you within a day. As for what | wanted to talk about, you work in a reputed insurance company, don’t you?” Shawn nodded.

“I want you to fuck up a family. Can you do it?” “Do they have a strong background?” “They have millions in the bank, but other than that, nothing.” “Then why do you wantto go through such a long process?” Shawn asked. “Can’t you just hire smen to mess with their lives?” “No. | want the system they believe in to betray them, then they'll have nobody they can trust.” “I won't ask what grudge you have with them, but it'll take stime. I'll approach them through an agent they know, and you know how it goes. Once | make them sign certain documents, it'll be easy to steal all the cash from their bank, and they won't be able to do anything about it.” “The housewife of that family refused to sleep withback in college,” Artur said. “I just saw her yesterday again, and she looked so happy, but her face just maderemember the bad times. | just want her to feel the pain | felt. Hundred fold.” “Just leave it to me. Forward their details through mail before tonight, so | can start working as early as possible.” Artur smiled. “I'm glad you are willing to work with me, Senior Shawn. | really take good care of those that stay on my good side.” Shawn also smiled in response. Artur Bonsbell was the son of billionaire David Bonsbell, a tycoon of the tobacco industry. Being in a positive relationship with Artur would greatly help Shawn in his endeavors, so he had the plans of marrying his sister to him since college days itself. He also had a few other men in mind in case Artur didn’t work out, but Artur was always the first in line.

After the informal meeting, Shawn didn’t go to his office but chome. And his in-laws were waiting in his room, ready to greet him, acting over the top as usual. “My son-in-law,” Dorothy shed crocodile tears. “Your wife and my daughter has locked herself in a room for the past few days. She’s waiting for you to cand get her back. Please go and bring her over. This is the place where she belongs, as the eldest daughter-in-law of * 42 the Sterling family.” “Yes, son-in-law,” Nolan backed his wife's words. “Elizabeth loves you more than she loves Lisa and Roshan. It isn’t good for a wife and husband to live in separate homes, so go and bring her back. Don’t hesitate. Even if it's her mistake, think about the children, also.” “Can you two leavealone, please?” Shawn asked, and his in-laws quickly walked out with smiles on their faces. “This sneaky old couple...” Shawn squinted his eyes. “If you allow them to grab even a single hair, they can pull the entire scalp out. I'm sure they're here for sfucked-up reason. If only | wasn’t focusing on my career, | would have long taught them their place.” Shawn took off his suit and tie and sat on the bed and drank swater. “I heard Rebecca got injured. Maybe, | should pay her a visit.”