Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 108 While Rebecca was feeling low these days, Selena was super happy. She actively spent stwith her daughter to further brainwash her in many ways. For one, she recited poems like The Lying Lover: “He says he loves you But he cannot walk in your steps; He always looks at you Yet he cannot accompany you anywhere; He sleeps early but wakes up late Even though he dreams of deserts and dry places; He says he sees himself in you But his shadow never merges with yours; He asks you all sorts of questions Yet he stays silent like a fallen flower to your questions; He smiles brightly like the sky When it flashes lightning and rolls down thunder And crashes on your hopes For he is a lying lover With an angelic outside but a devilish inside.” “He had no answers to your questions. He's a cheat, Rebecca,” Selena repeated these words.” Once a cheat, always a cheat. I'm sure he'll smile if he sees you suffering like this. So, forget about him and move on. There are many men out there who are much better looking and more suited to be your partner.” Rebecca could only bitterly smile. Only a few days back, she thought Benjamin was the sweetest lover there was, but now, that thought burdened her heart.

No matter who she had a conversation with in the Sterling villa, everyone spoke in a similar fashion. They had no good thing to say about Benjamin. None. Not one.

When she went to the terrace to spend stalone, Rebecca remembered the moments spent with him and the parrots. When she went to the garden, the times when he helped her walk cto her mind. No matter where she went in the villa, there was a memory or two of him there. Even when she was driving her red Porsche, she felt like he was always sitting in the back.

He hadn't called her in over two days, so she wondered about him. She started a voice recording. “What are you doing now, Benjamin? Mom sold Beach to a butcher, but | managed to buy it from him and then sent it back to its previous owner. I've started going to work, CHAPTER 108 trying to keep myself busy, but it’s not working. | can’t get you out of my head, so how about we meet and talk?” she sniffled a little. “I want to hear everything you have to say before making any decision.” She didn’t want to bring up the fact that Shawn had been asking her to sign the divorce papers everyday.

After sending the voice call to Benjamin's mobile, she felt tense. She kept waiting for his call and kept looking at her mobile repeatedly for any new messages, but her expectations were betrayed for the moment.

“Why's he taking so long to respond?” her ego got hurt a little. She could have just called him, but she didn’t want to talk about anything over the phone. While she sat on her bed and waited, George entered the room, startling her. “Hey, don’t you know you should knock before entering?” Rebecca was quick to rebuke him. “Ah, my bad, Rebecca,” he rubbed the back of his head and smiled. “I won't repeat it again.” “What do you want?” she still had the frown going on her face.

“That's...” he scratched his chin. “You know I'm working as a mechanic, right? I’m thinking of starting my own garage, so... if you can invest samount...” “Huh?” Rebecca's jaw dropped. “Isn’t your sister there? Why don’t you ask her?” “I did. She said she’s tight on money, so...” “You mean she has thousands to spend on clothes and shoes but not to invest in her own brother's business?” she shook her head. “I'm sorry, but | can’t give you a dollar.” “P-Please trustthis once. I'm a changed man now. | will work hard and pay you back with interest,” George assured. However, he was thinking differently. (Once | marry you, all your money will be mine, so | won't even need to pay you anything.) Rebecca gritted her teeth and said, “How much do you need?” “A 100 grand would be enough.” “What? Hundred thousand dollars?”” she stood from bed in rage. “Do you think I'm a fool? You don’t need that much money for building a garage as far as | know.” She squinted her eyes. “I'm sure you are planning to gamble with the money, aren't you?” “O-Of course, not. I'm thinking of buying the land as well, instead of renting, and then there's the insurance cost and what not,”George said. “It really costs around 100K, Rebecca.

Believe a, “I won't, but I will give you the money only if you promise to get out of this villa,” she said without hesitation. “I can give you double the amount you asked for, but only if you promise you won't ever try to cinto my or my sister's life. To be frank, your promise is worth nothing, but think of it asgiving you one last chance.” George was greatly surprised by her words, so much so he couldn't speak “What do you say?” she asked. “I can write you a check right away if you want, for 200,000 dollars.” “I-l need stto think,” George started walking out. “I will give you the answer before midnight.” Rebecca didn’t say anything. (You think I'm still the sold shy and innocent girl? If you really were working in a garage all these years, you would have already saved up enough to build your own garage. You don’t get money from anyone in this family because they don’t trust you. Even your own parents don’t waste their money on you. As for your sister, she may laugh a lot when you crack jokes, but she values you less than her boots! That's the kind of woman she is. You're a fool if you haven't recognized that.) George, who went back to his room, didn’t look all that happy. Should he take 200K and leave or should he stay and keep trying to marry one of the daughters? Though he would love to marry Rebecca, if he at least succeeded in marrying either Rebecca or Veronica, then Jacob would take care of his debts and also surely build him a big-ass garage, one fit for his son-in law.

“Your offer is tempting, Rebecca, but there's no need to rush,” he thought. 200,000 dollars was a big deal for him, but not for Rebecca who earned millions every year. “I'll wait for my opportunity to strike, and when | strike, I'll strike it big.”