The Rich and Furious Son-in-law

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Everyone knew that the president of Hotel Imperial was Tony Salvage.
But few knew he was just a proxy, and the real boss of Hotel Imperial was Terry Rice, the richest man in Saltband City.
As soon as Tony received an emergency call from Terry Rice, he rushed to the hotel as quickly as he could. But he was still a step too late.
The boss Terry Rice did not say who Ryan was, but he did say that even if he had to bow to Ryan. And now, Simon the idiot was letting his men beat Ryan and try to force him to go down on his knees.
Tony put his shaking hand to his sweaty forehead as he yelled at the two security guards apprehending Ryan. “You two morons, let go of him!”
While speaking, Tony hurriedly stepped forward and pushed the two security guards away. “Mr. Fletchers, I…”
Seeing Tony’s expression, Ryan knew that Terry Rice must have gotten the news out.
In this case, Ryan no longer needed to reveal his identity. Before Tony could speak further, Ryan interrupted him and looked at Simon, who now had a bewildered look on his face. “You should have looked before you leap, Simon. How dare you hit me in front of Ms. Kors? You are insulting Ms. Kors.”
Tony was confused at hearing what Ryan said.
But Helene instantly knew what Ryan meant. The young master still had no intention of revealing his identity. So he wanted to use her as a cover.
Helene nodded to Ryan and then turned around to glare at Tony. “Mr. Salvage, we expect an explanation from you. Otherwise, you know very well the consequences.”
While speaking, Helene glanced at Ryan.
It might sound like a glib talk on Helene’s part, but Tony was sweating all over.
The boss had repeatedly instructed him not to offend and piss Ryan off. But now, things had gone terribly wrong.
Tony did not understand why Ryan wanted to use Helene as a cover, but Tony was a respectable figure in Saltband City and was smart enough to know that Ryan had his reason to do so.
However, these were not the key. The most crucial part was how to make Ryan happy.
Tony turned his head and glanced at Simon. He almost thought of killing Simon at this moment. “All the security guards, whoever doesn’t want to get fired, beat the hell out of Simon right away. Whoever beats the hardest will be promoted to the captain!”
“Huh?” A dozen security guards heard what Tony said and were stunned for a while. “But Mr. Hodge is the general manager, Mr. Salvage…”
Tony kicked that security guard’s butt. “General manager my foot! I now announce that Hotel Imperial has fired Simon Hodge. He is no longer the Hotel Imperial’s general manager from today onwards. And, I will make sure no one in Saltband City will hire him.”
When Simon heard what Tony had said, he went weak at the knees and nearly stumbled to the floor. “Mr. Salvage, please… you can’t be serious, right? This rascal has damaged your favorite oil painting!”
He still had not a clue what was going on and tried to justify himself.
But at this moment, Tony was already a bundle of nerves. He glanced at the oil painting on the floor and hurriedly retorted. “Shut up! Who said I like oil paintings? My favorite is watercolor painting!”
Had Simon hit his head somewhere? Had he not heard Mr. Fletcher say he was an expert in painting, especially watercolor painting? How dare he piss Mr. Fletcher off?
Tony shouted at those security guards when he saw they were still in a daze. “Don’t you all understand what I said? Do I have to repeat myself? Do it now!”
“Yes, Mr. Salvage!”
Those security guards got the order and lunged at Simon like a pack of wolves pouncing on prey.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Simon was screaming in pain as the bunch of security guards were beating the living daylights out of him.
“You bunch of ungrateful lots, go easy! Don’t hit my face!
“D*mn it! Rascal, you rascal kicked my crotch! Ouch!
“Mr. Salvage, this is so unfair. It was that bugger Kenneth who instigated me!”
…
Things had come to such a pass, and Simon realized he was basically finished. Ryan had gotten extremely lucky. First, it was Archer Morton who came to his rescue. And now it was Tony Salvage. This Ms. Kors next to Ryan seemed to have some background too.
But Simon was determined to bring someone along, even if he was a basket case.
Tony turned and glanced around upon hearing what Simon said. “Who is Kenneth?”
When Kenneth saw Tony, who slapped Simon as soon as he arrived, he already had a bad feeling about it. Upon hearing Simon giving away his name, he was prepared to leave quietly with Lucy.
Just as he was about to leave, a few security guards stood in his and Lucy’s way. “He is Kenneth, Mr. Salvage.”
“Whack him!” Tony frowned as he beckoned with his hand.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The screams of Simon and Kenneth rose in tandem in the lobby. Tony wiped the sweat from his forehead as he came in front of Ryan and Helene with respect. “Are you happy with this, Mr. Fletcher, Ms. Kors?”
Helene looked over at Ryan and said nothing.
Since Ryan was the second young master of the Fletcher family, Helene dared not decide on his behalf.
“You idiot Ryan! Don’t assume that you are somebody just because you know a few people. Let me tell you, you are already in deep shi*t now. Don’t you know how wealthy Kenneth’s family is? And you, stinky woman dressed like a vixen, awfully smug! Let go of Kenneth. Otherwise, you will be dead!”
Ryan, Helene, and Tony exchanged a look with each other, speechless.
This woman was completely brainless.
At this point, she still could not tell right from wrong.
Smack!
Tony slapped Lucy with the back of his hand with anger. “I don’t usually hit women. But today, I am going to make an exception just for you!”
Ryan Fletcher was someone whom even his boss had to kowtow to. Besides, there was also this mysterious woman, Helene Kors. Did that stupid woman, Lucy, have a death wish?
“Someone drags her out of my sight!” Tony yelled at several security guards after he slapped Lucy.
At this time, Kenneth had been beaten black and blue on the floor, his voice weak. “Help me, Lucy. Beg Ryan to let me go. I-I-I will be beaten to death soon.”
“Kenneth!” Lucy glanced at him, who struggled while being beaten by two security guards.
“Lucy, please beg him. He had courted you before in college and will definitely listen to you. You might as well agree to sleep with him, and he will definitely let me go—Ouch! Don’t beat me anymore—”
Lucy did not know who was behind Hotel Imperial, but not Kenneth, whose family’s wealth was only good enough for him to show off in front of Lucy. But it was not in the same league as Hotel Imperial.
Now that Tony was on Ryan’s side, Kenneth was no match for him. There was no shame in being alive. Sometimes cowards do survive.