Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 32

“I won‘t go,” Veronica straightforwardly replied, “I told you, dad. I already have a boyfriend.” “So what? It‘s just dinner. Go and meet him first,” Jacob suggested. “Who knows? You might like him?

“What?” Veronica‘s face warped fast, and tears soon welled up in her eyes. “You think so low of me just because I don‘t have a job, don‘t you?”

“Fabio Romano, ” Jacob didn‘t seem to care that she was crying, “He owns over 600 theater sites across the world.”

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“So what?” a vein popped in Jacob‘s forehead. “With your talent, do you think you can even own a single theater in your lifetime?” Veronica felt greatly insulted, but this wasn‘t the first time Jacob had demeaned her so much. “Jacob,” Selena tried to intervene, but he raised his finger and made her stand back Jacob gave Veronica a visiting card. “This is the visiting card of Fabio‘s son. You‘ll meet tonight at the appointed restaurant. That‘s final, if you want to keep living in my house.” Saying that he walked away. Selena tried to console her, but Veronica was trying so hard to not cry. She looked at the visiting card. “Remedeus Romano? That‘s the shittiest name I‘ve ever heard!” “It’s alright,” Selena patted her shoulder and whispered a few things that would likely piss off Remedeus.

Veronica‘s complexion brightened. “If I do that, he‘ll hate me, right?” “Trust me, Italians hate when you burp in their faces.” “You talk as if we like getting burped in the face, Mom.” “Just do what I say. Don‘t give him the greeting kisses, and try to talk with your hands instead of your mouth. Whenever you use your mouth, try to swear on whatever you can.” “Fine! But if that doesn‘t work, I‘ll just break his head!” Meanwhile, Benjamin was exiting the villa on foot. “Walking on foot again?” the gate guard snickered at him. “Mind your business, will ya?” Benjamin advised him. The gate–guard, however, kept on snickering. Benjamin couldn‘t bother wasting his time on this guy, so he walked off. “Is he the one?” a group of three

guys waiting at the comer of the street got their eyes on Benjamin. They all had baseball bats in their hands. “He isn‘t even six feet. Why are you afraid of him?”

“Who said I‘m afraid?” Oliver was among them, and he covered his face with a mask so that only his eyes and mouth were left open. “I want to beat the shit out of that chicken myself, but in case, something unexpected happens, jump in and give me a hand.” “Aight.”

‘Now then, watch me make him crap in his pants,” Oliver was about to run across the street and meet Benjamin, but a red van appeared out of nowhere and was about to hit Benjamin.” Watch out,” he yelled. He was too far from Benjamin to reach in time.

The van hit Benjamin, or so it seemed for a second, making Oliver stop in his tracks and put his hands on his head in shock. The next second, he saw Benjamin still on his feet as Benjamin had moved away in time.

However, the red van stopped about fifty meters away. And thugs wearing sleeveless shirts with pig logos and tom jeans walked out, armed with metal rods and knuckle dusters. They all had tattoos and kept their mouths busy with chewing bubble gums.

“The Hogs!” a shiver ran down Oliver‘s spine. “Why are they interested in him?” he looked at Benjamin who was still there, standing and staring at the thugs. “What are you doing? You should run back to the villa! They are notorious thugs who take money to beat people!” as he was speaking, one of the thugs charged at them. “Shit. If I‘m here, I‘ll be dragged into this mess.” He turned around and ran back to where he was hiding before with his three friends.

As Benjamin put the phone in his back pocket, a licual rod zoomed into his face with a whooshing sound. He effortlessly caught it with one hand, startling the thug with a rugged body. The thug tried to thrust a kick in. Benjamin deflected the attack with his own leg and struck the thug‘s face so fast and hard, he was blown off his feet. Blood gushed into the air from the broken nose. He crashed on his back and cringed in pain.

Benjamin was now holding the metal rod. He put it on his shoulder as he walked past the injured thug, “I‘m not in the mood to care who you are or what you want,” he swung the rod down and struck the head of the thug on the ground, causing him to lose consciousness straight away, “so think again before you attack.”

Three thugs rushed forth this time with wicked grins crossing their faces. “He‘s done for!” Oliver thought. A white SUV dashed past Oliver, before he could blink, it went and hit the three thugs, killing one of them and severely injuring two of them in the process. The white SUV hit the wall and stopped, but the shocking thing was that there was no driver. The other gang members of the Hogs abandoned their mates and hastily left in their red van.

Benjamin dropped the metal rod and began tending to the injured. He looked in Oliver‘s direction and asked him and his friends to help. They hid their baseball bats before coming for help. After the thugs were taken away in an ambulance, Benjamin looked at his hands that were covered in blood. He walked up to the nearest tree and wiped the blood off with the leaves before grabbing his mobile and calling Alfred. However, Alfred didn‘t pick up the call.

Benjamin bit his lower lip in little frustration. He then sent a text message to the same: ‘You

MATHS!

shouldn‘t have done this. At least send some compensation to the family of the one that died, and don‘t repeat this if you want me to return.!

A few seconds after he sent the message, he received a message.

Understood, Master.”

Alfred still didn‘t feel better. Though it seemed like Oliver and his friends didn‘t doubt him and thought of what happened as pure accident, he still knew the truth and the fact that a life was lost.

“They don‘t understand the value of human life, and keep hunting for a living...” Benjamin looked in the direction of the villa. “Will she understand and forgive me if I tell her my troubles and my past?”