infodatos Chapter 95: Beloved son-in-law!
Chapter 95: Beloved son-in-law!
Chapter - 95
"No way, this isn't just a house! It's more like a royal palace or something," Rick exclaimed, utterly dumbfounded by the colossal mansion before him. In sheer disbelief, he gazed at the imposing structure.
"How many rooms are in there?" Rick inquired.
Evelina shrugged. "I don't know, maybe 50, perhaps 60."
Geoffrey interjected, with a proud face, correcting them both. "There are 108 rooms," he informed Rick and Evelina.
"Whoa... That many? Why on earth would you need so many rooms?" Rick was astounded. "My entire village could fit inside there."
"You live in a village?" Evelina was taken aback. "Do we even have villages left anymore?"
"Well, not exactly a village, but something similar," Rick clarified with a shrug.
"How much does this house actually cost? Can I buy it for $20,000,000?" Rick inquired.
"Pfft... You wish boy. You can't even buy a single bathroom in there, let alone this whole mansion for 20 Million. You must be out of your mind, boy," Geoffrey shook his head in disappointment.
"It's quite a shame. You must not have had a very fulfilling childhood," Geoffrey remarked as he stepped forward, taking a place beside Rick. "Getting impressed by a mere glimpse of our modest house. Peasant."
"Your house?" Rick's eyebrows shot up as he heard the old butler. His hand swiftly moved towards the old man's waist, gripping his flesh between his thumb and finger and giving him a painful pinch.
"Aahhh!!!" The old man Geoffrey yelped, crying out in pain.
"You old dog, are you eyeing your master's property?" Rick scolded the old man, persistently pinching him, "Bad... Very bad."
"Ungrateful, disloyal, dogs like you should be dealt with as soon as possible," Rick berated the butler. "Che... Calling you a dog is an insult to the loyal ones." He clicked his tongue in disdain and finally let go of Geoffrey, but not before giving him one last hard twist.
"Rick, stop," Evelina swiftly intervened, pulling Geoffrey away from Rick and creating some distance.
"Why are you so determined to oppose him?" Evelina questioned, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.
"I'm being paid for it," Rick replied, although his words carried a hint of sarcasm despite being truthful.
"Why else? I'm assisting you in training your dog," Rick continued, his words laced with a touch of humor. "Just making sure that no matter how big the balls grow, they always stay beneath the dick."
"If this unruly, rabid dog of yours isn't kept in check, it'll only bring you more troubles," Rick continued, offering his advice to Evelina. "It's a good thing that I'm such a generous guy. Otherwise..." Rick left his warning hanging, the implication clear.
"Eve... Evelina?" Michelle who was in the spotlight, the one everyone was celebrating, appeared taken aback and surprised by Evelina's unexpected entrance.
Michelle couldn't contain her confusion. "Wait, what? Why?"
"Yo, isn't it my dear sister?" A guy suddenly perked up from his spot at the table, his eyes half-lidded, a stoned grin on his face. He was clearly feeling the high of the drugs, "But hey am I dreaming, or are you still alive?"
Evelina clenched her fists, struggling to keep her anger in check. "Out..."
"Evelina!" Jack intervened, calling her name. "These are all my guests. You can't be rude to them."
"Everybody out, and I'm not repeating myself," Evelina's firm voice pierced the room, her eyes resolute as she addressed everyone as she completely ignored Jack.
There were a few hesitant nods, but most people felt unsure about ending the celebration on such a tense note. There was an air of tension and confusion. Then, a glimmer of hope surfaced in the room as an elderly couple exchanged a knowing glance. The woman gently pulled her husband's arm, and the two of them gracefully started making their way towards the exit with a sense of urgency.
The actions of the older couple acted as a trigger, encouraging others to follow their lead. Slowly but surely, the room began to empty out. The exodus of guests commenced, one by one. Even the heavily intoxicated ones stumbled a bit on their feet, but with the help of others, they managed to vacate the living room.
One by one, the guests bid their farewells, exchanging promises to reunite soon. The house, once teeming with life just moments ago, now felt increasingly empty. In the end, only a few were left, standing awkwardly in the nearly deserted room.
Within a mere five minutes, the room had been completely cleared. Evelina, the man, the woman, Rick, and a handful of other servants, along with the elderly butler, were the only ones who remained.
Evelina instructed Geoffrey, "Clean everything up. I'm heading to visit grandmother," before announcing her intentions without giving the couple another glance.
Jack, his brows furrowed, couldn't hide his frustration. "Stop right there Evelina."
"I don't know, but now it's gonna be impossible to look anyone in the eye the next time we meet. All thanks to you."
Evelina, having overheard Jack's comment, couldn't help but scrunch up her nose. "Seriously, Dad? This is about family, not about appearances! Grandma is still with us, and you're already acting like it's a celebration of her passing? Way to go, Dad."
"What do you mean I am celebrating her passing? She's my mother too. I don't need a lecture on how to care for her," Jack crossed his arms, feeling defensive. "I was just trying to build a connection here. Business doesn't thrive on sentiment alone. But you've messed things up for us."
The tension in the room was palpable as Evelina and her father engaged in a fierce stare-down.
"Is this how the wealthy handle their family affairs? Quite fascinating," Rick, who was standing behind Evelina grinned as he watched the young man stumble and plop down on the table, struggling to stay on his shaky legs.
"And who the fuck are you?" Jack inquired, clearly annoyed by Rick's remarks.
"Me?" Rick grinned, pointing a finger at himself. "Good evening, sir. I am your beloved son-in-law."
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