The Rich and Furious Son-in-law

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In every generational succession of the Fletcher family, three candidates were shortlisted for assessment, and one would be anointed as the heir to the family.
In this generation, apart from Ryan, there were two other candidates undergoing assessment. One was Leslie Fletcher, the son of Ryan’s third uncle, an ignoramus who did not take assessment seriously.
The other was Tom Fletcher, the son of Ryan’s second uncle. Tom was highly capable. During the assessment stage, Tom had started several companies that were worth hundreds of billions of dollars.
The candidates with the highest voices were naturally Ryan and Tom.
Tom might be capable, but he was also arrogant. He had cut off the hands of a subordinate who had accidentally spilled wine onto his suit.
These people in the Southwest Contingent were now waiting for Ryan’s decision.
Was Ryan also the same type of person as Tom? If that was the case, he would be hard to please.
Seeing Helene’s embarrassment, Ryan deliberately pulled a straight face. “What wrong have you done?”
Archer could not help but frown as Ryan’s attitude changed and the atmosphere in the entire conference hall turned solemn.
What happened between the young master and Division Chief Kors?
“I…” Helene felt she was wrongly accused. She entered the men’s room by accident. She did not mean it. That happened only because she came to see the young master.
Just when she was about to write herself off as a gone case, Ryan let out a smile at her. “Okay, Division Chief Kors, I was just kidding. I know you didn’t mean it. But you are to drive me home as a punishment.”
‘What?’
Everyone in the conference hall looked at Ryan, wide-eyed.
Was this even a punishment?
This was it?
What kind of punishment was this?
He was the young master of the Fletcher family, the most powerful family on Earth. So sending the young master home was a dream job for many people.
Helene was also struck dumb. Was this the punishment for her?
Sending the young master home?
What would follow that?
She looked at his charming eyes. Thinking of her appearance, she finally understood.
‘All men are the same. This young master is having this evil thought in his mind, eh? All right. I was trained to serve the Fletcher family since I was a child. Since the young master is taking a fancy to me, how can I run away from him?’
“Wouldn’t you want to thank the young master?” Seeing Helene’s changing expression, Archer quickly reminded her.
Those bigwigs in the conference hall were the overlords in their own rights. Sensing the subtle change of atmosphere, they immediately put two and two together—something was going on between the young master and Division Chief Kors.
Alas!
Was Division Chief Kors having an affair with the young master?
It seemed that they would have to brown-nose Division Chief Kors from now on. Who knows, she would become the young master’s wife one day?
“Thank you, Mr. Fletcher.” Helene bowed to Ryan and then turned around and found herself a seat.
Ryan cleared his throat and smiled at those in the room. “Let me introduce myself. I am Ryan Fletcher, the second young master, a third-generation direct descendant of the Fletcher family. But, of course, I have another identity, which is the live-in son-in-law of the Mears family. The Fletcher family has lifted the ban on me, but I don’t want to reveal my identity yet.
“So, even if we meet somewhere in the future, we shall pretend not to know each other. Understand?”
“Understood!” Those bigwigs sitting below secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing what he said.
This young master was not as unapproachable as they had thought. He was still kind and could be reasoned with.
That being the case, everyone had a rough outline in their minds how to choose in the future.
After Ryan finished speaking, Archer winked at his man next to him, and two bodyguards brought out a large box to Ryan. “Mr. Fletcher, those who came today, were all in a hurry and did not bring any gifts with them. These are all they could give. Please take a look.”
There were over a dozen items in the box, including bracelets, earrings and pendants. Those bigwigs sitting below the stage had a weird look in their eyes as they looked at Ryan.
The young master had asked for a gift the first time he met them. This was unnerving the bigwigs.
Ryan had improved little in other areas for the past ten years, except for having a keen eye for people. So when he noticed the expressions on those bigwigs’ faces, he immediately knew that these people might have misunderstood what he meant.
“Don’t get me wrong. The gifts I ask of you are not for me but my grandma-in-law. Her birthday is coming up and I have no time to buy her a present. So I have to borrow something from you all as a gift for her.” Ryan’s hand was fiddling in the box as he casually explained to everyone.
Those bigwigs quietly nodded as they heard what Ryan said. They had never thought this could be the reason.
“Whose earrings are these?” Ryan chose a pair of beautiful blood-red earrings from a pile of gifts. This pair of earrings was like the one he had bought in the jewelry shop in the afternoon. This was exactly what he was looking for.
“It is mine, Mr. Fletcher.” Preston Parker rose from his chair and replied respectfully.
It was this Preston who brought men to save Ryan in the bar at noon.
Ryan was very impressed with Preston. “Preston Parker from Falcon Security. How much are these earrings?”
Preston stood by his seat, listening to Ryan. For a moment, he hesitated, as he was not sure what Ryan meant. “Eight million dollars, Mr. Fletcher. Is it too cheap? Or should I ask someone to prepare a pair of more expensive earrings?”
Ryan put up a hand. “That won’t be necessary. But don’t worry, I will not take it for nothing. Mr. Morton, you may manage my account. Please transfer eight million dollars to Mr. Parker from my account for this pair of earrings. Consider this as my personal purchase.”
What?
It stunned everyone present.
This young master did not ask for a gift for himself but also wanted to pay for it.
He was really different from other young masters of the Fletcher family.
…
After speaking to those present, he and Helene took the elevator to the ground floor and declined Archer’s offer to give him a ride.
“Mr. Fletcher, I—” Helene felt nervous, as they were the only two in the elevator.
Ryan looked over at her with a smile. “Stop calling me Mr. Fletcher, Helene. Just call me Ryan. You look more like my elder sister. The purpose of me asking you to drive me home was to avoid embarrassing you. So don’t think too much.”
That was it?
A surprised look flashed in Helene’s eyes. Could it be that she had been overthinking? Was her body not attractive enough to the young master?
There was a hint of disappointment in her.
“OK, Mr. Fletcher.” Helene paused for a second before continuing. “Let me drive you home. After all, it was my fault in the first place. Allow me to make up for it.” Helene’s bewitching look reappeared on her face once she felt a lot better after setting aside her position.
General manager Simon Hodge, Kenneth, and Lucy looked over as soon as the two got out of the elevator in the hotel lobby. “Look, Mr. Hodge, Ryan has come out and a beautiful chick is with him.”
Simon’s expression turned grave. “Hmph! He still wants to pretend to be somebody in front of me. Let me teach him a lesson.” He paused, then looked at the few waiters beside him. “You guys, all get ready.”