Filed to story: Disdained Son-in-Law, Destined Riches >>
“Miss Wilson, I know your abilities, and I believe in you.” Then, the man showed a stiff smile. “However, we have invested a lot of money into various projects recently, and our capital is quite restricted for the moment.”
Claire was a little disappointed. She had spent the whole morning presenting her portfolio to him, but he had been giving ambiguous and vague answers that confused her.
Looking at Claire’s disappointed expression, the man rubbed his hands deliberately and said, “Actually, it’s not a dead-end yet. Let me talk to the senior executives first. Frankly speaking, your portfolio looks very interesting. How about we continue the discussion at 8 tonight? I would love to know more about your work.”
“Um, Mr. Murray, that’s quite late…”
Claire hesitated.
It was quite late for them to meet at 8 pm. Besides, if they went on with the discussion, they might end up talking until midnight. It wouldn’t be nice for her reputation as someone’s wife.
The man smiled. “No, it’s not. Investment is a big deal. We need to have a deep understanding of each other before we can build mutual trust, am I right? I’ll treat you to a nice dinner tonight and we’ll continue with the discussion. Come, Miss Wilson. Let’s shake hands for our future collaboration.”
The man extended his arm toward Claire’s tiny little hand, a faint flirtatious vibe hovering in his eyes.
The man’s name was Peter Murray. He had long heard about Claire Wilson, the woman who had won the title of Aurous Hill’s most beautiful lady, but he hadn’t had any luck meeting her in the past.
Yet now, Claire had contacted her personally, saying that she had broken her ties from the Wilson family and wanted to persuade him to invest in her new studio. He was over the moon! He planned to sweep Claire off her feet and enjoy the night together!
Claire didn’t want to shake Peter’s hand, but since he had offered it, it would be rude to refuse him. Thus, she pursed her lips and extended her hand reluctantly.
Just as Peter was silently thrilled and was about to grab Claire’s fair hand, suddenly, a large hand came out of nowhere and grabbed his hand firmly.
Peter was stunned for a moment. Looking up angrily, he growled, “What the hell!? Who are you?”
Claire lifted her gaze as well and was a little dazed at what she saw.
“Joe! When did you come?”
She then quickly turned to Peter and explained, “He is my husband.”
Peter’s face turned gloomy as if a dark cloud hovered above his head when he heard the word ‘husband’.
“I just arrived.” Joe smiled at Claire and then turned to Peter, pretending not to see the change of his expression, and then said, “You are Peter Murray, aren’t you? The boss of Millenium Enterprise?”
Peter said in a sullen tone, “Yes, that’s me. So what?”
“Nothing. It’s just that you’re quite a lecherous, dirty old man!” Joe nodded and intentionally lengthened his tone.
Agitated, Peter tried to withdraw his hand, but Joe grabbed onto him like a pair of iron tongs that made it impossible for him to break free.
Peter hissed as his palm hurt more and more, and he felt as though his bones were about to break. “Hey, let… let go of my hand! It’s very painful!”
Claire knew that Joe was very strong, and so, she urged, “Joe, let go.”
Joe finally released his grip and glanced at Peter with an ambiguous smile.
Peter’s face was twisted in a painful grimace. He glared at Joe angrily before turning to Claire and saying, “Tell your husband to go home. I’m not used to discussing business matters in front of outsiders.”
Claire paused for a short moment and said, “Joe is my husband. He knows about my plan, he’s not an outsider.”
“But still! I’m not used to talking about such an important agenda in front of a third party.” Peter glared at him, wanting him to disappear right then and there. “Besides, he wouldn’t understand what we’re talking about anyway.”
Claire whispered to Joe softly. “Why don’t you go home first? I’m here for official business.”
“It’s okay, I’ll wait,” Joe said and sat down next to Claire.
Peter grit his teeth in fury as he watched Joe sitting close to Claire, his arm rubbing against her delicate body. He was very frustrated that he had almost gotten his hands on Claire but failed.
He snorted in dismay. “You’re the live-in son-in-law of the Wilson family, aren’t you? Do you know how infamous you are in Aurous Hill? Claire is working hard to support the family. We’re discussing our potential collaboration, please don’t be a bother and get out of our way.”
Peter’s tone was very rude and direct because he had no respect for Joe whatsoever, and he wanted to send him away as soon as possible.
Most of the people in the social circle knew about the deadbeat son-in-law of the Wilson family. Peter lamented that a magnificent beauty like Claire was married to a moocher.
Joe, on the other hand, frowned at the annoying tone and glanced at Peter coldly.
‘Claire’? Were they on the first name basis now? She was not your wife, bastard!
Peter stared at Joe in disdain and said, “Joe, if you are a man, don’t bother Claire! Can you help her? Do you have the money for her company? Can you get her a contract for architectural drawings?”
“If you can’t, I suggest that you go and get a job. You can be a deliveryman or even a security guard. Don’t stay at home all day long and be suspicious of your wife like a miserable loser husband!”
Claire was in jitters as she listened to their banter and interjected, “Mr. Murray, Joe helps out a lot at home. Also, please call me Miss Wilson. Calling me by my first name sounds very unprofessional.”
“What does he do at home, anyway? Go to the market? Cooking? Laundry?” Peter laughed sarcastically. “Claire, if your husband has a hard time finding a job, my company happens to be recruiting security now. You can let him try.”
Then, he continued with a mocking grin, “Claire, if I were you, I would not have married a man who doesn’t even have a secure job. I would have divorced this loser a long time ago.”
Claire frowned in dismay, but before she could speak, she felt an abrupt chill coming from beside her.
She turned around and saw Joe stand up with a smile on his face as he said to Peter, “Mr. Murray, your reputation precedes you. Now that I finally have the honor of meeting you, indeed, your personality matches your reputation perfectly. I also have something to say to you, Mr. Murray.”
Peter’s lips curled downward into a frown. “What is it?”
He bet that Joe the loser would not dare to do anything to him!
Joe put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and said with a sly smile, “What I want to say is, being a person, you can be useless or incompetent, but you must have a moral standard! Because if you don’t, you’re not a human, but an animal!”
He then held the mushroom soup that had just been served with both hands and poured it over Peter’s head, his face blank and emotionless.
Peter wailed in pain and jumped up abruptly as the hot soup scalded his head and face.
Claire was utterly shocked by the commotion. She quickly composed herself and called the waiter to bring napkins.
The steaming hot soup had scalded Peter’s face, and it ran down his neck and into his clothes. The sticky soup drenched his head and clothes, and there was even a piece of mushroom sticking to his glasses.
Peter wailed continually in agony and pain.
The manager rushed over with a few waiters and was stunned by the scene. He quickly ushered the waiters to help clean up the mess.
Peter took off his glasses and pointed to Joe, yelling, “What the fuck!!!”
Then, he took out his phone and made a call.
“Hey, Willy, get some guys and come to Little Italy right now! I need to teach a poor bugger a lesson!”
Upon hearing him make the phone call, Claire quickly apologized to Peter. “Mr. Murray, I’m so sorry. My husband was a little agitated just now…”
“Stop your bullshit! He splashed me with soup! I’m going to make him kneel in front of me today!” Peter huffed angrily.