Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 141 “You think I'd let your attractiveness maketreat you differently?” “I don’t care about your words, only your actions. And your recent designs are absolute trash. Talk about falling down the ladder due to overconfidence.” “It's good to have boldness, but there should be a limit, or it'll becbarbaric.” “I'm sorry, but | can’t help you.” No matter whom Rebecca approached, be it her superiors or her fellow workers in the field, they didn’t care about her words at all. Nobody was willing to spend even five minutes and listen to her story, except for those who wanted to have a taste of her body before they could offer any help.

“I heard you're married, but it’s still fine. | can still talk to you, if you know what | mean.” “It doesn’t matter if you're married or divorced, as it’s secretly common for women to rotate men. As long as I'm in that rotation, | can help you.” “A devil must have cover you for her to have made those designs, but it's fine if she can showthe succubus in her. | will gladly give all I've got.” “One of the hottest women in the world, but with zero personality. Why am | not surprised? She’s making every woman very, very proud, I'm sure.” “I'd buy that bra for a dollar. No pun intended.” “She isn’t like those 100 pound stick figures you see calling themselves models. She had a flawless face, sexy body, and also a bubbly personality, | thought. | used to think my life has everything except Selena Sterling, but | don’t think that way anymore because | don’t want a daughter as stupid as Rebecca even though she rivals her mother in terms of looks. But what are looks worth when there’s no substance underneath?” “I like her. She's so beautiful and bold. She’s any man’s dream. She's a blessing to men all over the world for making a bra of hope. Hope | can meet her before her body loosens up.” “So cute. So hot. So sweet, so handsome, and a working brain. I'm talking about myself, not about Rebecca Sterling.” These sorts of comments on the web made her lose hope in men and the world, in general. She felt like she was driven to a corner as various companies broke their contracts with her. She was a brand ambassador for Myers” clothing, but they, too, canceled their contract.

All these things happened too quickly. All in a matter of hours. She went crazy as her whole career and her nhad collapsed just like that, for something she didn’t do. She couldn't digest that. She couldn't accept the fate that the world was pushing on her, but how could she prove her innocence when her company’s CEO himself was lying through his teeth? If she were to call her dad and tell him everything, would he believe her? He would probably listen to what the world had to say before he would turn to her. That was the kind of man he was. As for her mother, she might be able to help, but her mother’s image was already being ruined because of this incident. Would Selena still be willing to fight for her daughter even at the cost of looking ridiculous in the eyes of the world? She wasn’t so sure. While Shawn might help her, it would conly at a great price.

The only one she could think of was Louis. Yes, he was a man of few words, but if it was him, there was a chance.

She didn’t have any enmity with him, after all.

“I should ask him to look into this matter as soon as possible. Hopefully, he'll believe my words.” She hurried back to the villa, but the petrol ran out in the middle. She couldn't believe it. This had never happened before.

She hit the steering wheel in anger and ended up hurting her hand.

“Ugh,” she cringed in pain.

The signs were too obvious to miss. Nothing was going well for her today.

Her phone rang. She glanced, and it was from an unknown number. She took a breath and answered. “Hello?” “What a sweet voice,” the caring voice on the other side said softly, but it felt eerily familiar. Was it Donovan? She suddenly felt goosebumps all over. She immediately cut the call and put the mobile down.

“Why did that bastard call me?” a bead of sweat formed on her forehead, even though AC was running. “I should call and tell Jane everything, but this isn’t the time. Sorry, Jane, but | swear I'll talk to you soon.” Her mobile received a text message. It was from Donovan. The message read: | want to meet you. What happens between us stays between us. She replied, ‘fuck off,” and then blocked his number. After reading the reply, Donovan wasn’t hurt. “What headweight.” He felt all the more motivated to keep trying. “It’s alright, though. You can act as arrogant as you want as long as | can get into your pants.” He was currently sitting on a sofa in Jasmine’s room, still wearing only underwear. She was preparing pizza and popcorn in the kitchen. When she cover with a bowl full of popcorn, he pulled her into his lap. The popcorn fell all around. He told her to pick them up with her mouth. Jasmine cheekily smiled and then obeyed him. As she picked up every corn piece, her lips eventually landed on his private part, but he let her touch his little brother. He let her starve like a dog in a cage with a piece of meat outside the cage. The meat was right in front of her, and despite trying everything in her power, she couldn't taste it, at least not yet.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the city.

Jacob was with Jane's dad, Mike Cooper, in a popular theater, advertising his film that was going to release tomorrow.

“The advance bookings are just crazy,” Mike was absolutely happy.”97% occupancy in all the centers combined.

If only we had released it in more theaters, this would have surely broken the all-topening records.” “If the movie clicks, the theater owners will clooking for us, and we can still beat the all thighest grossing collections worldwide,” Jacob confidently said. “Haha, it might happen. This will also serve as an automatic promotion for your next movie that's going to release at the end of this month. Though releasing at the end of a month can affect the collections a bit, the hype your first movie will create should easily cover that issue.” Mike looked quite impressed. “You really are a genius, man. | wish | had your brain.” “You don’t need to. Just stick with me, and I'll bring you profits.” “Haha. You're not wrong. | intend to buy more apartments all around the city,” Mike stated his dream. “I'll keep them for a few years and then sell them for great profits. Inflation rarely catches up with the increasing housing prices, after all.” A fat man pushed his way through the gap between these two, shocking them.

“Watch where you're going, pig,” Mike scolded.

The fat guy, Christopher, turned back and wiped the sauce off his mouth. “Did you just calla pig?” He cto buy a movie ticket because Rye’s Pizzas temporarily closed for the three days, but he never thought he'd hear the word ‘pig’ on this day, and it completely ruined his mood.

“Yeah, | did. So what?” Mike talked back arrogantly. “Why do people like you even cto the theater? There's no seat that can bear your big ass here anyway. Just leave.” “You motherfucker...” Christopher attacked Mike like an enraged gorilla, shocking him. As he rained merciless punches on Mike, Jacob threw a swift hook punch, and Christopher fell flat on the floor and lost his consciousness. Mike then kicked Christopher until his foot hurt, and then he told the guards to throw him out. He then thanked Jacob. “You really saved me, If he had kept going, sof my bones would have broken for sure.” “You're my friend, so of course, I'd help you... even when you're wrong.” Mike forced out a smile and said, “That's what friends are there for... to have each other's backs.” Jacob received a phone call. It was from Terry. He answered it quickly. “Hi, Mr. Terry. If you want smovie tickets, | can arrange for you.” “So you didn’t know,” Terry's voice was full of suspense mixed with a tinge of pity.

“Don’t know what?” Jacob's expression quickly changed. “The inctax officers are raiding your villa right now,” said Terry. “You didn’t keep any illegal documents there, right?” “What did you say?” Jacob's face quickly turned pale. As Terry kept talking, the mobile slipped from his hand and crashed on the hard marble floor. His face metamorphosed into a stupefied, shaken-up monkey.