Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 35

“Hello, my little bird,” a creepy caring voice came from the other side, sending a chill all over Rebecca‘s body. “Normally, I am the one who ensnares women, but it‘s the opposite in your case. You‘ve tied me up with your peerless beauty.” Rebecca immediately recognized this man. It was Arlo Campbell, the governor‘s son. She thought he wouldn‘t contact her again after her father had talked with his father. Clearly, she was wrong Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What‘s wrong, dear?” Arlo continued to speak in a saucy tone, “Did you think I will give up on you just because your father had a little chat with mine? While your father may be rich, my father is the richest elected official of the country. Even the president has to think twice before talking with my dad, so you see... I believe your father didn’t give enough respect to my father, but I can forgive him because he‘s responsible for your birth. Without him, a rare bird like you wouldn‘t have been bom. You are a thousand times more beautiful than your mother, and I‘m glad you didn‘t enter the movie industry, or you couldn‘t have kept the natural beauty you still possess. I can keep on praising if that‘s what you want to hear, but the gist of my heart is this ... Even if I have a hundred dicks, all of them will get hard for you... I heard you broke your ankle, and I‘m worried for you. I can‘t get you out of my head. If you want, I can pay a visit to your house, and I can meet your family, too. What do you say, my little bird?”

“Fuck off,” Rebecca said and cut the call. She frowned and touched her forehead. “This guy... Jf I bring Dad into this, they‘ll bother him during his movie release times. How can I teach this psycho a lesson? Should I ask Brother Shawn for help?” she thought for a second and shook her head. “Nah, he‘s the type who expects 10 dollars of help for every 1 dollar of help he gives. If I ask for his help, he‘ll start arranging dates with men in his circle without my permission. I can‘t give him any ground to take advantage of me. Who should I ask then?”

A few hours later.

In a private restaurant, a man wearing a multi–colored wig was staring at the baby rats crying and squealing as they swam and tried to get out of the hot soup in the bowl.

He gently put a spoon in the bowl. One of the pups climbed the spoon and managed to reached the other edge. Both the spoon and the pup fell out of the bowl, and the pup was running along the edge of the table. A fork came down like a bolt and struck it down. As it struggled in its last moments, he lifted up its body with the fork and put it into his mouth and crunched on it and closed his eyes and savored its taste. “Mm... the taste of innocence. There‘s nothing else like it.”

A waiter came up to his table, leaned forward and said, “Mr. Arlo, someone wants to meet you.”

Arlo waved his hand, and the fork in his hand was now lodged into the waiter‘s eye.

“AHHH!” the waiter bowled in horror.

Arlo opened his eyes and looked at the waiter, “Sorry, brother. I like my dinner time, and I couldn‘t control myself when you disturbed it.” He signed a cheque for 100 grand and put it in the waiter‘s shirt pocket. The waiter was still in pain, shock, and fear. He looked terrified, and

bloody juices were dripping down his right eye socket. Arlo patted his cheek a couple of times. “Don‘t bother someone else‘s meal time, okay?” he then stood and adjusted the sleeves of his suit a little. “Thanks to you, I lost my appetite.” He then walked out, and Blackbear was waiting outside with a file in his hand. “Who are you?” “I–I got assigned for the upcoming flower project, sir,” Blackbear politely spoke “Ah–huh,” Arlo entered his black limousine surrounded by six tall black bodyguards in suits.” Come on in.” “Y–Yes, ” Blackbear entered and hesitantly sat on the opposite side. He still looked uncomfortable.

“Couldn‘t you wait until my meal finished?” Arlo asked, “Because of you, a waiter lost his eye.” “1–...” Blackbear didn‘t know what to say. This was his first time meeting Arlo, after all. Though he may be an infamous gangster in his neighborhood, he was smart enough to know there‘s a much bigger world outside the place where he grew up and that compared to the likes of Arlo, he was nothing but a frog in a

well. Seeing Blackbear sweating, Arlo smiled. “Take it easy. I‘m not going to spoil my car with your blood, so you don‘t want to spoil it with your sweat, either.” “Y–Yes, sir,” Blackbear quickly wiped the sweat off his face and neck with his shirt. “Show me what you got,” Arlo put forth his hand. Blackbear handed him the file.

Arlo opened it, and there was an album full of girls and women of all ages between 18 and 50. Every single one of them had a certain charm about them and had some presence on social media. They also covered all religions.

“How many of them signed the contract?” Arlo asked. “About half of them, sir,” Blackbear said. “We‘re currently in talics with the rest.” “If they refuse, I don‘t need to tell you what to do, right?”

“Yes, sir. We will fuck their careers up.”

“Mm, the contract says they must be available until the year of elections without fail, but there will always be those who give excuses.” “I will deal with them, sir.” “No,” Arlo leaned forward and said, “I will deal with them. Send every unprofessional bitch to me, and I‘ll break her the way I see fit.” “S–Sure,” Blackbear‘s heart skipped fast. He had seen many monstrous men in the mafia, but this politician‘s son still unsettled him more. (Whoever marries this monster is going to have a horrifying married life.) As they talked, time passed, and the limousine stopped in front of Sterling‘s villa. The gate guard asked them if they needed something, but the driver didn‘t answer them. When the guard raised his voice, the driver took out a gun and shut him up.

Blackbear recognized the Sterling villa and wondered why Arlo was looking at it. “Is there anything you need in that villa, sir?” he asked, wanting to use this opportunity to make a better impression.

“My heart,” Arlo said and looked at him. “Will you get it for me?”

“U–Uh,” Blackbear couldn‘t find the words. (I know I‘m crazy, but this guy is crazy on a whole ‘nother level.)

Arlo glanced at the driver through the mirror, and the limousine drove off. The gate guard, however, still stood frozen with his back pressed against the main gate, and pee leaking down his pants

Meanwhile, Rebecca was alone in her room, wondering how she should deal with Arlo and also why Benjamin didn‘t return. She used the walking stick to come out of the room. “Where‘s he?” she looked for him without calling for his name as that would be too embarrassing. Walking wasn‘t easy, but she wanted to see where he was and what he was doing That desire made her search for him. Luckily, there was no maid to see her struggling to walk After

searching many rooms, she eventually reached the balcony, and Benjamin was sleeping on the couch. “He’s sleeping out here in this chi” ng weather? What if he catches a cold?” she went back to her room and brought a blanket with great effort. When she tried to cover him with the blanket, a muscle in her an de twitched, and she fell on top of him