Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 97 Rebecca was so worried she didn’t even enter the villa and stayed at the dorms. The change in her was obvious enough to easily see. “Who is this George?” Benjamin asked her, even though he thought it wasn’t a good idea to remind her of the past. He wanted to hear from her own mouth. “He's Elizabeth's younger brother,” Rebecca said with a frown. “He smokes, drinks, gambles, and visits strip clubs. There's nothing good about anything he does. He's utter filth. He and his sister together tried to marry eitheror Veronica off to him, but we both refused. However, if Brother Shawn and Dad had no issues, | might have been forced to marry him, though | don’t know what | would have done if things had gone that far. Luckily, Dad was completely against the idea of marryingor Veronica to someone as useless as him. Mom also objected to it. “Still, he kept trying, and one day, he dared to touch Veronica inappropriately. She slapped him, and he lost his cool that day and slapped her back. After that incident, Mom kicked him out of the house. | don’t know why he’s here after all these years. He smiles all the time, but underneath, he’s extremely jealous. As long as he’s here, our wedding reception won't go smoothly. He'll definitely cause something bad to happen. He's that type of guy. Benjamin could feel the anxiousness in her tone. He had never seen her like this before. She was clearly worried to the point she didn’t want to enter the villa and look at George's face.

“Just wait here. I'll go and bring the breakfast,” he said and then entered the villa.

Elizabeth and her family gathered at the dining table and were all laughing, except Lisa who looked dull because her boyfriend, Nate, dumped her. Even after all the things she did for him, he still broke up because she couldn't buy him the car she told she would.

She had already tried asking her father again, but Shawn refused again.

“What do you do in general, uncle?” Roshan asked. “I work in a garage,” said George, smiling. “In a few years, I'll have my own garage.” “Garage?” Roshan plainly shook his head. “Roshan,” Elizabeth interfered. “Your uncle might not look like it, but his driving ability is second to none. If he had beca racer, I'm sure he would have earned many titles and brought fto my Flower family!” “Then why didn’t he beca racer?’ Roshan asked in a slightly mocking tone.

“We didn’t have good contacts back then,” Elizabeth said and gritted her teeth. “Everyone we trusted only ended up betraying us. They stole our hard-earned money!” “Still, | will not believe it unless | see his skills for myself.” “Haha,” George smiled and said, “Let’s go for a ride in the afternoon.” “Why not now?” “You'll end up vomiting. That's why.” “Huh, we'll see.” Elizabeth didn’t like the way Roshan treated George, but she couldn't blhim, either. Roshan was not even ten years old when George left the villa. He probably could have forgotten eating biscuits from George’s hands when he was only a kid. Elizabeth saw Benjamin entering the kitchen. “Hey, Benjamin!” she called out for him.

“Why don’t you cover and meet my brother, George!” Benjamin stopped and turned around to take a good look at George. He had no beard, but his mustache looked cool. “I'm busy, so maybe next time.” “Busy? What busy? You even quit the job,” Elizabeth said, “You have all the free tin the world now, don’t you?” “One shouldn't quit their job,” George casually said. “It's a bad practice. You must treat your job like it’s your life, or you'll not get far in any field you step into. Where did you work? If it's possible, I'll get you reinstated.” “He used to work as a pizza deliverer,” said Dorothy, snorting. “Pizza deliverer? Pfft,” George almost burst into laughter.

“Sorry, but | was really surprised. How can the only son-in-law of the Sterling family deliver pizzas?” “We've grown tired of telling him to quit,” Elizabeth said, “but he’s not the type to listen unless you slap him in the face.

Still, how many times can we slap a grown adult?” “How about you join my garage?” George glanced at Benjamin, speaking in a friendly tone. “I can teach you all the necessary skills in a year or two, and then you can raise your own garage. If you're good, you can earn five to ten grand every year.” “As a seven-star pizza deliverer, | used to earn more than that, though,” Benjamin's reply silenced everyone. “That's not including the tips. If | include the tips...” he didn’t need to say further.

Elizabeth and her mother were no longer smiling.

George still smiled and said, “If it's a garage, your customers will cto you, and you get to choose who you want to service to, but if it's a pizza delivery, you need to go and knock on talking about money, even a successful mobile canteen owner will earn more than a seven star or a ten-star pizza deliverer. However, there's this thing called prestige. A mobile canteen owner can’t look into the eyes of a software engineer and proudly say he runs a mobile canteen.” “If the mobile canteen owner loves what he does, I'm sure he wouldn't feel shameful to tell others what he does, ” Benjamin countered and glanced at Kathy who was standing on the side. “Kathy, over there, cleans toilets everyday, but I'm sure she proudly tells others that she “Pigs eat shit and feel proud about it,” George said. “You can’t compare pigs with tigers and wolves that are much higher up the hierarchy.” “I want to talk more, but | have swork,” Benjamin said. “If you'll excuse me...” he then entered the kitchen and packed sfood in a carriage box. As he was walking out, two people entered the villa. One of them was Jacob, and the other was Terry Praise. Neither of them were smiling.