Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26 When Rebecca was burning with tension, not knowing what exactly was transpiring downstairs, Benjamin entered the room with an oily face. His eyes scanned around and caught sight of the cake lying on the floor. He clenched his fists in response, but then he took a breath and controlled himself before walking in and picking the leftover cake off the floor onto a magazine. “What’s he doing?” Rebecca looked utterly puzzled, for he was doing something the maids should be doing, but then her eyes bulged out when he started eating that cake. Benjamin glanced at her, paused for a second, and put the cake forward, as though asking her if she wanted some. “Ew,” she felt like snakes and crabs began crawling all over her body. “No!” she yelled quickly. Benjamin shrugged his shoulders, then walked to the table next to her bed and picked up the car keys. “Why are you taking my car keys?” she asked. “You already know why,” he didn’t even stop and just walked out of the room. Veronica was there, looking like she was disgusted by what he was doing-licking the cake. “It was my mistake, making cake without asking,” Benjamin said as he walked past her. “Sorry for the inconvenience. I won’t repeat it, I promise.” When Benjamin came downstairs, Kathy saw him eating the cake, and her fingers trembled. She felt like he was still licking her fingers. Her nipples hardened and poked out against her bra, and she felt so incredibly horny. She was afraid that her swelling breasts would burn a hole through her bra, and she ran to the kitchen like a frightened little fox. Benjamin washed his hands and face with soap before getting to the Porsche. After opening the door, he sat down and raised his hand but didn’t touch the steering wheel yet. This was the same steering wheel Rebecca touched and used to drive every day. He grabbed it and squeezed it. “I found the woman, but she doesn’t even want to carry my love, let alone my children.” He lifted his chin and tried to swallow the pain. “What am I supposed to do with her, God? What should I do with this selfish woman?” Stress marks showed on his forehead. “Eight months, and we don’t even go for a simple walk outside. She doesn’t even stand by my side. Every time I try to get close, she pushes me away. It feels like I’m doing this forever.” He rested his head on the wheel for a few minutes.

While he was caught up in his emotions, one of the butlers came and skilfully deflated the back tire with a scissor. Benjamin heard the noise and poked his head out. The butler was already running away, and Benjamin noticed the size of the tire shrinking. “Hey!” he yelled and got out of the car.

The butler already rushed into the dorms, where Veronica was there. “Did you do it?” she asked. “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.

She smiled and said, “That trash wants to drive a Porsche? There’s no way I’ll let him do it. Now, he’ll have to walk until he finds a taxi.” About ten minutes later. Veronica finished talking with the butlers and walked out of the dorms, and the Porsche engine started revving up. The noise was too loud to miss. When she looked, Benjamin was looking back at her with a faint cheeky smile on his face before taking off at startling acceleration. Her eyes widened, and the butler who had flatted the tire rushed out of the dorms and was also shocked to see the Porsche leave. “How did he do it?” Veronica was gritting her teeth. “I’m sure you said there wasn’t a spare tire.”

“Y-Yes,” the butler stuttered and lowered his head, “but it seems he used the sealing gel and pump machine to fix the flat fire.” Her teeth-grinding grew louder, sending shivers down the butler’s spine. “You know you really fucked up, don’t you?” “I-I’m sorry, ma’am. Please give me another,” as the butler was speaking, she slapped him with the back of her head. “Get lost. You are fired. If I see you anywhere from tomorrow, I’ll make sure to use the same pump machine he used to fix up your flat ass.” The butler was almost in tears, but he had to nod and walk away. He was a decent-looking man, but he had a flat butt, and it really hurt when Veronica mocked him for the lack of padding on his buttocks, even more so than losing this job. Veronica still looked pissed off. “Why does Mom always hire guys with no bulge on their asses? Does she think we’ll stoop so low as to fall in love with them if they are the least bit sexy or what? I don’t understand her intentions sometimes.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

There was rain in the air, so she walked back into the villa. Meanwhile, Benjamin shifted gears and drove the Porsche smoothly. Like an eagle flying low, it whooshed through the four-lane road, making many heads turn in his direction. At Rye’s Pizzas. Christopher just arrived in his typical Honda car. There were some other employees who had cars, but he secretly ordered them to never arrive in a car as it would make him look ordinary. However, today, when he was about to get out of his car, a Porsche flew in and stopped right next to his car. It happened so fast, he couldn’t even turn his head in time. “What the…” he looked to his right, and Benjamin stepped out of the Porsche while pop music played in the car. He knocked on Christopher’s car door, and Christopher lowered the glass window. “If there’s even a little scratch on my car, that will be the end of you!” Saying that he went back to minding his business. He turned off the music, locked the car and entered the pizza hut. Christopher was still sitting in his car and looked around. This was the same old shitty car he had been riding for years, and it was his father who gave him this car. He slammed the

steering wheel in frustration and cringed in pain. Old it might be, but it was still durable enough to endure him, but there was no respect found for his car in his eyes. Meanwhile, in the Sterling villa. Devon and Oliver were duking it out, and the other butlers had to step in to stop them. Otherwise, Devon would have likely gotten choked to death. Though the others asked why they were fighting, neither Devon nor Oliver replied, as they were fighting for the card. After Oliver returned, he didn’t dare to go outside and spend the card again, at least not yet, but Devon realized that his card was stolen and asked Oliver to return the card. And this led to them fighting “You better give me the card, Oliver,” Devon threatened, wiping the blood dripping from nose, “or I’ll make you regret it.” “Who are you going to tell about it?” Oliver snorted in return, “Did you forget that you’ve spent a lot using the card? If I get fucked, you get fucked as well.” “You little shit,” Devon picked up the butcher’s knife and attacked him. “You crazy old bastard!” Oliver ran around. “Are you trying to kill me?” “Yeah, give me the card, or I’ll really chop your neck off,” Devon chased him.