Chapter 40 – Disdained Son-in-Law, Destined Riches

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Clinton saw Joe in the car too and his face was covered with a layer of gloom. “Oh, it’s the bastard! Damn it, he is so lucky!”

Meanwhile, someone asked, “Hey, which series is he driving?”

Joe drove the car near the crib and reversed into the parking lot. Clinton saw the 520 on the back of the car and smirked contemptuously. “Huh, 520, the lowest model of the 5 series! Only a pretentious loser like him would drive this model!”

The guy next to him nodded and said, “Clinton, your car is the top spec model of the 5 Series while his car is the lowest model of the 5 Series. Your car must be a lot more awesome than his, right?”

Clinton snorted in disdain. “I can buy two of his cars for its price!”

“Clinton, you are the best!”

In the meantime, Joe had parked the car, Claire and Loreen got off and walked towards the restaurant first.

The guys blinked in surprise and greeted them in a stampede. “Wow, it’s two of our beauties!”

Claire and Loreen greeted everyone warmly. Clinton gritted his teeth in great dismay as he looked at Claire, who was getting more radiant and beautiful.

When they were in college, he desperately tried to win her heart, but she simply ignored him.

However, she chose to marry a deadbeat loser who mooched off her.

Damn it, why?!

God must have been blind!

He squinted his eyes in agitation and sneered. “Hey, Joe, you seem to live a good life after marrying Claire! You can even drive a BMW now! Did Claire buy it for you? You really are the role model of a toyboy!”

Claire was annoyed by his remark while Loreen quickly said, “Clinton, you’re wrong, it’s not Claire who bought the car but Joe who had bought it himself!”

“Wow!” Clinton twitched his lips. “Awesome, you can even afford a BMW 5 Series now!”

Then, he said in a provocative tone, “Hey, the streets are very quiet here and also very straight and wide, how about we have a race down the street to see who can drive faster?”

Joe frowned in annoyance, getting a little sulky at Clinton’s malicious intention.

‘Why couldn’t you just leave me alone? I don’t have anything to do with you,’ Joe thought quietly to himself. ‘Besides, whose car is faster than mine? This is a BMW 760, the most expensive and fastest BMW model! I’ll be branded as a bully if I take up the challenge.’

Clinton assumed Joe’s silence as unease, so he immediately sneered. “Hey, Joe, why are you still the same coward as you were when you were in college? It won’t use much of your fuel! I’ll pay you a full tank later.”

Loreen grumbled, exasperated. “Hey, Clinton, drop your act! Your car is a 540, Joe’s is a 520, even I know there’s a huge gap between the engine power of both cars! Do you think the street race that you suggested is fair?”

Clinton shrugged indifferently. “Well, it depends greatly on the driver’s skills! A good car doesn’t necessarily mean it can go fast, it depends on the driver’s skills and courage. I wonder if Joe has the courage to take up a challenge? I can understand if he doesn’t want to, he’s always been a loser who can never do anything. Everyone knows that.”

The guys standing around him immediately interjected, “Yes, Clinton’s right! Just say it if you’re afraid, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

Joe was not agitated by the scene, instead, he smiled and said, “I don’t mind a race, but where’s the fun if we just talk about the bet? Let’s come up with something fun as a punishment to make it interesting.”

“Alright!” Clinton was worried that Joe would not fall for his trick, so when Joe made such a suggestion, he blurted excitedly, thinking that Joe was digging his own grave, “Let’s make a bet then—whoever loses the race must kneel on the ground and apologize to the winner. What do you say?”

Joe shook his head. “Nah, it’s such a childish bet. We’re all adults, let’s think of something more mature.”

At this moment, Douglas, donning a smart suit, walked out of the restaurant with a large pile of fireworks. As soon as his sight fell on Joe, he marched forward ecstatically and said, “Hey Joe, you’re here!”

Joe nodded with a warm smile and replied, “Douglas, congratulations on the opening of your new restaurant!”

“Thanks, buddy!”

Clinton began again in a cold voice, “Joe, don’t change the subject. Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

Douglas asked curiously, “What’s up? What are you guys doing?”

Joe looked at the fireworks in Douglas’s arms and asked, “Doug, how long are those firecrackers?”

“Three meters!” Douglas laughed. “It’s not cheap, I spent six hundred something dollars on them!”

Joe nodded as he turned to Clinton and said, “I have an idea. Let’s go on with the race and whoever loses, we’ll put the fireworks in his car and ignite them. What do you think?”