The Rich and Furious Son-in-law

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“This way, Mr. Fletcher, Miss Butler. We will do the transfer in the finance department,” Jack, the finance director with glasses, told Ryan and Patricia.
“OK.” Patricia almost sounded mechanical.
Jack brought Ryan and Patricia to the finance department on the first floor. Patricia was still a little confused, even after $21 million was transferred.
When Jack escorted the two back downstairs, Duncan was holding a steel pipe in his hand and talking angrily on the phone. “Hey, Rex, gather your men and help me kill someone. Yes, ten million dollars when it is done! What? You don’t dare? Dud!”
Apparently, Allan must have escaped under a few bodyguards’ protection.
Duncan made several calls in succession, but the frustrating thing was, when those who he called knew that the target was Allan Moore, they all chickened out.
After all, Newlane Logistics was a subsidiary of Moore Corporation. The influence that Newlane had in Saltband City was not in the same league as that of Moore Corporation. Duncan now knew that his enemy was Allan, but it was difficult to kill him.
A father wanted to avenge his son but was powerless.
Ryan and Patricia walked towards the Audi in the lobby. As they walked past Duncan, Ryan came to a halt. “Do you want to avenge your son, Mr. Shaw?”
Duncan’s eyes were red. When he saw Ryan, he tried to control his emotions. “Of course! I will do whatever I can. Allan Moore, that scoundrel…”
Ryan let out a faint smile as he quickly composed a message on his phone and sent it to Duncan. “Take this and go to see Harry Guzman of the Guzman family. Maybe this could be of help to you.”
Duncan opened the message with doubts. There was only one photo, which seemed to be that of a villa. There was nothing else other than that.
The Guzman family was one of the two major overlords of Saltband City, the owner of one of the top three corporations in Saltband City. As much as Duncan was a billionaire, it was not easy for him to see Harry Guzman.
Besides, all he had was just a photo. ‘Are the Guzmans willing to help him go against Moore Corporation?’
Ryan poked his head out of the car window just when Duncan wanted to say something. “Don’t doubt my capability, Mr. Shaw. Show this photo to Harry Guzman, and he will understand everything.”
The next moment, Ryan stepped on the gas pedal, driving the Audi out of the company gate in reverse.
Duncan hesitated for a moment. He then found a number on his phone and made the call. “Mr. Guzman. I am Duncan Shaw.”
“I don’t think I know you. What do you want?” A man’s voice of authority came from the other end of the phone.
Duncan took a deep breath and truthfully narrated the content of the text message to Harry Guzman. “Mr. Guzman, someone gave me a photo, which seems to be a photo of a villa. He said you would understand when you saw the photo—”
The man on the other end of the phone cut in before Duncan could finish his sentence. His breathing became heavy. He sounded extremely emotional, with a sense of suppressed anger. “Picture of a villa? Quick, Mr. Shaw. Tell me where are you? I’ll come to you right away. Let’s talk in person.”
Duncan was dumbfounded, not expecting that a simple photo could have such a huge effect. “I’m in my office. Should I come to you?”
“No, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
…
Half an hour later, in the president’s office of Mears Corporation, Patricia showed the bank account to Lumi. “Miss Mears, we have gotten back the $21 million. We smashed the entrance of Newlane Logistics, yet the boss still looked grateful. Since when did Mr. Fletcher become so badass?”
Patricia was animated when she recounted what happened.
Lumi looked at the figure in the bank account and fell into thought.
‘Yeah. Since when did Ryan become so badass?’
Was it because she had overlooked him previously? She thought he was just an orphan that Grandpa picked up from the garbage dumpster ten years ago. But she had not expected that she would cross paths with him when she was five.
“Where is Ryan?” Lumi asked while her eyes were still looking at the figure on the online banking account page.
“Mr. Fletcher said he had to go back to the bar. I really don’t understand why he has to work at the bar when he is so smart. How good it would be if he can assist you in the company.”
“Let him be.” Lumi let out a sweet smile.
…
After leaving Mears Corporation, Ryan thought for a while and then drove the Maybach away.
The Maybach was too flashy to be parked in the company building. He did not want Lumi to see it and get his identity exposed.
He drove to the Royal Bar, parked the car in a nearby parking lot, and entered the reception hall on the ground floor of the bar. It was less than ten minutes before the bar opened.
All the waitstaff had gathered on the ground floor while the manager on duty was giving them a briefing. “Everyone, the owner said the bar has been sold. The new owner will come in the afternoon. You guys keep your eyes peeled.”
There was a single-seater sofa in the middle of the lobby, and on the table next to the sofa was a bouquet and a basket of fruits, which should be meant for the new bar owner.
The face of Percy, the manager on duty, looked angry when he saw Ryan. “You have been fired, Ryan. What are you doing here?”
Yesterday at the Royal Bar, Ryan hit Lionel Ball with two wine bottles and nearly caused the bar to be closed down. He avoided the consequence with the help of Preston Parker, but he had also been in the blacklist of Percy, the manager.
Ryan knew exactly to whom the Royal Bar had been sold.
It was Archer Morton who bought the bar, but he was just a proxy. The actual owner was Ryan. Just that Percy, the security personnel, and the waitstaff did not know about it.
Ryan ignored Percy. Instead, he stepped past everyone and sat down on the single-seater sofa, picked up a grape from the fruit basket, and popped it into his mouth. “It’s very sweet.”
Percy, the waitstaff, and the security personnel were all bewildered.
‘Is this kid crazy?’
‘He got into a huge trouble yesterday. How dare he swagger back to the car today?’
Percy quickly came up to him and grabbed him by the arm and started yelling, “You fool, what the heck are you doing? This sofa is meant for the new boss. Not trash like you can sit on!”
He paused as he winked at several security guards. “You guys, throw this retard out!”
Those security guards had a good relationship with Ryan. They sighed and came up to him when they saw his behavior. “Maybe you should leave, Ryan. Don’t make us do this.”
Seeing the security guards going wimpy, Percy raised his leg and was about to kick Ryan. “What is so hard about throwing him out? There is no need to play nice with such a fool!”