Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 146 Rebecca tried calling her dad, but his number was busy all the time. She apologized to Benjamin and walked out of the theater. He said he would accompany her, but she said it was her family issue, so he couldn't tag along with her.

If only her family also trusted him like she did, how wonderful his married life would have been? Meanwhile, seeing the audience leave the theater, ranting about how crappy the production values were, Mina laughed like a hyena on drugs.

“I'm glad | didn’t watch it,” she boasted. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” Shadow asked. “If not for me, you would have suffered like the audience.” “Hmph! Don’t try your luck with me, boy,” Mina glared at him before leaving, as she had to follow Rebecca.

Shadow went over to Benjamin and sat on his bike. “Is the movie really that bad, my lord?” “It was really engaging for the first fifteen minutes, but then...” Benjamin shook his head.” The quality turned horrible. | think someone who's envious of Jacob did this.” “Maybe it's that damned judge. Just givethe permission to kill him, my lord. If we let him live, he'll cause more trouble.” “First, find out if it’s him or not. We'll decide what to do afterward.” “Got it.” At the stime, Veronica, Elizabeth and her family crushing out of another theater and got into their car and quickly left the place. “How could he not check the print before releasing?” Veronica was grinding her teeth so hard it hurt her head.

“Normally, Father-in-law is so thorough,” Elizabeth wondered. “But the movie we watched back then was so good, but this one’s poorly edited. | couldn't watch it.” “If it’s like this in other theaters as well,” George could only wonder, “just imagine how badly it'll affect the weekend collections. People will even cancel their bookings.

Father-in-law should act as fast as possible and release the correct print. Otherwise, the damage will be irreversible.” Nolan was driving the car, with Dorothy sitting in the back. They both hiddenly smiled and laughed and wanted to see Jacob's face right now.

Veronica checked online websites for reviews, and people were already leaving extremely poor reviews, even though the first show was yet to finish its full screen time. This just showed how much the movie disappointed or angered them.

Sof the reviews were just too harsh. They just ripped the movie apart. “You call this a movie? It's a perfect pill to lose your mind in thirty minutes!” “The movie would have been a lot better in the hands of an amateur editor. I'm afraid people who survived even train wrecks can’t survive watching this 150 min debacle!” “EL Man, yes, indeed, but beware, L stands for Loser.” “To think | bought a ticket for the first day first show for this crap... fuck my life.” Veronica's heart pounded against her chest from reading the reviews. If she was feeling this bad, then how much worse should her father be feeling? In a theater owned by Mike, Jane's dad. Jacob was talking with the satellite company that was supposed to distribute the movie to the screens all around the world.

“What the hell do you mean your servers were hacked, and you lost the original hard-drives?” Jacob howled in utter rage. “Is this ssort of a joke? Do you have any fucking idea how much I'm getting fucked right now?” “We're extremely sorry, sir, but we need you to bring us another copy. You have it ready, right?” Jacob gritted. “I have to go and get it from my editing department. I'll bring it in an hour.” He ended the call.

“You should first make a press statement,” Mike advised. “Otherwise, people will be confused. But if you promise them, you should also be able to deliver. If you fuck up again, then there's no saving the movie.” “I'll give you an aumessage. Just send it to the news channels.” Mike nodded. “That should do it, too.” After Jacob left, Mike received a call from his wife. “What's up, Catherine? I'm busy right now.” “This is important. Is Jacob next to you?” “No, why?” “Listen...” she explained everything that had happened between Jane, Donovan, and Rebecca. “What? Are you sure about this?” “100% sure. Jane hasn't even eaten anything since yesterday,” she said in a crying tone.

“What do you wantto do?” Mike asked. “That's the big question.” “I want you to make Rebecca and his father pay for what they did,” she angrily yelled. “Erase the smile from their faces.” “I'll see what | can do. Keep an eye on Jane till | chome,” saying that, Mike ended the call at am | supposed to do now? If | don’t do what she says, she’ll make my life hard at home. If | do what she says, | won't be able to sleep peacefully, either.” Meanwhile, Benjamin was driving aimlessly. Shadow was no longer sitting in the back seat.

“I wasn't planning to kiss her, but then | ended up kissing her,” he flushed and daydreamed.” It felt so good.

Mm?” He noticed that he was being followed. Not just by one vehicle but a lot of them, both in the front and the back. “What do we have here...” At Bonsbell’s mansion. “Young Master, it’s still not too late,” Luther was warning. “Tell those men to abort. Last time, | made use of the situation and got away without having to reveal my identity, but this time, it’s different.” Artur was watching the live video of the bikes and cars chasing Benjamin. “Since 12 failed, | sent 100 this time. If they get him, it's good, but if they fail, I'm at least going to see how he'll deal with them.” “You are putting your head in the tiger's mouth, Young Master,” Luther's hairs were standing straight. He still vividly remembered how his best unit was utterly thrashed by a couple of guys working at a pizza shop. It was so humiliating he wished he could forget about it. “That's just your perception,” Artur smirked. “If you use my eyes, you'll see I'm so close to shoving a bomb up his ass. He's pretty much surrounded now. | can get him shot from every direction, but | want to see his fighting skills myself.” Luther could only shake his head. (He doesn’t get it. He's writing his own death. That son-in law was swift and terrifying. Unless you catch him in his sleep, there's no chance of winning.) “More than his fighting skills, | want to see him cry,” Artur voiced his mind. “Rebecca is a goddess, but what is he? A piss-poor bastard who smells like pizzas shouldn't be on the sbed with my chick. No, he doesn’t even deserve to be in her life.” “Young Master...” Luther went out of his way to try one last time. “I was obsessed with a woman like you are now. And then | married her. | called her a princess and what not, but now we can’t even stand to be in the sroom.” “Then why didn’t you divorce?” asked Artur without even looking. “And lose everything?” Luther was quick to reply. “My money. My kids...” “What's your point, Luther?” “Don’t stress yourself for a pretty face. It's not worth it” “Huh, are you afraid that I'll finish the mission which you failed to do?” Artur looked confident. “Unlike you, I'll finish the mission that | started, so just keep watching.” He then gave his men the order. “I want him utterly beaten and thrown at my feet. The man to do it will receive a million dollars.”