The Rich and Furious Son-in-law

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Archer was taken aback. He quickly said respectfully, “Okay, the men’s room is here. I’ll go with you, Mr. Fletcher Jr.” While speaking, he was ready to go in front.
But Ryan stopped in place, staring at Archer with a weird look. “Mr. Morton, I guess I can do that myself. Or are you planning to have a pissing match with me?”
Archer was embarrassed. “Mr. Fletcher Jr., that’s not what I mean. I am just being cautious.”
He said so because when he was late in the lobby earlier, Simon, the hotel manager, had already insulted Ryan.
Ryan put up his hand. “Don’t worry, haven’t you guys cleared the entire eighteenth floor? There is nothing to be worried about. You should meet the principals first and do me a favor: ask them if they have anything on them that makes a presentable gift. I would like to borrow one. Tomorrow is my grandma’s birthday; I don’t have a suitable gift yet.”
“Understood. I will get it done now.” Archer bowed respectfully and hurried toward the conference hall.
Ryan darted into the toilet. He was relieved after the leak. Just as he was about to zip his pants, someone got into the gent. It was a beautiful lady in a red tight buttoned dress.
She was holding a glass of milk in one hand and preparing to unbutton her dress with the other, as if she was going to lose it.
Her slender thighs under the dress were exposed, frantically white and well-shaped, absolutely pleasing to the eye.
The lady saw Ryan in the toilet and froze, with a hint of anger on her face. “You jerk, what are you doing in the ladies’ room?”
“Hey, lady, did you make a mistake? Are there urinals in the ladies’ room?” While speaking, Ryan pointed at the urinals by the wall.
A hint of hesitation flashed across the lady’s face. She glanced at the urinals and saw the sign on the wall: ‘Please aim straight, or those after you may be on all fours!’
The layout of the room was indeed of a men’s room.
Helene Kors was so embarrassed. She came to the meeting in a hurry, and she did not even look when she came into the men’s room. The thing was, there was a man inside.
Should she admit her mistake?
That was impossible. Helene handled all the intelligence gathering in the entire Southwest Contingent. She was known as Fletchers’ Intelligence Queen. If people found out what happened today, it would be the greatest embarrassment for her.
As Ryan looked like a naïve kid in her eyes, Helene thought of an idea all of a sudden. “So what if this is a men’s room? Hmph! Pervert. You had better believe that I will scream as you drag me into the men’s room and molest me.”
She was secretly smug for her wittiness.
Ryan was wide-eyed, looking at her, and had no word for it.
Seriously?
He had roughly guessed who this lady was. Since Mr. Morton’s men had secured the entire 18th floor, only people from the Southwest Contingent of the Fletcher family could be here.
This domineering beauty was interesting.
Thinking of this, he took two steps forward, reached out his hand to grab at her wasp waist as he leaned closer.
His strong masculine aura frightened her. She struggled. “Wh-Wh-What are you doing?”
He let out an evil smile. “Hey beauty, didn’t you mean to call me a pervert? Since I am a pervert, I will have to live up to that reputation. Don’t you think so?”
“How dare you?” Helene was furious, her body twisting in his arms. After hitting him in the chest with the satchel in her hand, she quickly fled out of the men’s room. “Shameless pervert!”
She cut and ran. His lips curled up in a smile when he saw the name tag on her chest. “Helene Kors. What an interesting lady.”
…
The conference hall on the 18th floor was large enough to accommodate two 200 people. But right now, it was full to the brim.
Everyone was sitting like statues, waiting quietly.
As Ryan finally showed up at the hall’s entrance, Archer quickly got up and introduced him to the people loudly. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Ryan Fletcher, the second young master of the Fletcher family, the coming first heir to the family.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Fletcher.”
Everyone rose to their feet in a standing ovation to greet Ryan.
Ryan glanced at the floor, knowing that those who were qualified to be here were all bigwigs.
Terry Rice, the wealthiest man in Saltband City; Derick Benson, the steel king of New South; and Gilbert Covington of Weston Pharmaceutical in Southwest.
Ryan had only seen these people on TV and had never crossed paths with them. But now, they were standing in front of him apprehensively.
As the core people of the Southwest Contingent, they were serving the Fletcher family. But they knew little about this young master whom they were going to follow from now on.
“Please feel at ease. Take your seat, everyone. We are still waiting for someone.” Ryan waved to everyone, and Archer ushered him to the front guest seat.
As everyone sat down, they looked at each other with puzzlement.
Young Master Fletcher was waiting for someone?
Who could it be?
Who was so important that even the young master had to wait?
Archer was baffled, too. The entire 18th floor had been sealed off. No one could come to the 18th floor without his permission or an invitation letter.
Just when everyone was seated, Helene appeared at the entrance of the conference hall. Seeing Ryan sitting in the front, she yelled, “Pervert… why are you still here?”
Archer had been regarded as the de facto leader of the Southwest Contingent, respected by many.
But he ushered that guy in the men’s room to sit down. It seemed that the young man was somebody.
Could he be from the headquarters?
Archer had informed everyone today that the family ban on the second young master had been lifted. Everyone was here to meet the second young master. Could it be…
Thinking of that possibility, Helene gasped.
Could things be so melodramatic?
“Chief Kors, mind your language. This is Ryan Fletcher, the second young master.” Archer warned Helene with a frown.
Helene was suddenly on pins and needles.
Hell, no.
Ryan looked at her with a wicked smile. “Hello, beauty, what a coincidence! Here we meet again.”
Looking at him with an awkward expression on her face, she quickly bowed to him with respect. “Y-Y-Young Master, I-I didn’t know that it was you. It was my fault.”
‘Oh, gosh! I just scolded the young master as a pervert and hit him with my bag!’
The Fletcher family was a powerful organization with a clearly defined hierarchy. Absolute loyalty and obedience were expected from subordinates.
Ryan was the direct descendant of the Fletcher family, the first in line. The power that he wielded was immense. It was not an exaggeration to say that he could take her life at will, and she would not say otherwise.
Everyone was as quiet as a mouse, waiting for Ryan to decide.