Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 125

Jacob was talking with Fabio Romano, the one who owned over 500 theater sites across the world. “It’s risky, but if everything goes as planned, the profits will hit heaven. By the way, how are things going between your son and my daughter?”

“Remedeus is a soft guy,” replied Fabio, lighting up a cigar, “but your daughter has been testing his temper, it seems. I just hope he doesn’t lash out at her.”

“Yeah. When soft guys get angry, they really get angry. Let’s hope they’ll somehow work it.” Jacob received a call. It was from Veronica. “Speak of the devil!” He answered and put the call on speaker.

“Dad, I just went out on a date with Remedeus for the fourth time, and he wrote a poem for

me.”

“Hoho, really?” Jacob chortled and looked at Fabio who smiled back. Even Fabio was surprised because he didn’t think his son had it in him.

“Yeah, let me read it to you.”

“No need, girl. You should keep it to you.” “No. Just listen first, okay?” she insisted. “Veronica, you’re my angel with eyes big as toad in a well, mouth round as fish in my plate, and chest flat as earth under my feet.”

The cigar in Fabio’s hand fell.

Jacob’s expression also changed greatly.

“Those are just the first few lines of a page he gave me, dad,” Veronica seemed to be trying to not sound angry and frustrated. “Nobody has ever insulted me like this and gotten away with it. I don’t know what

you’ll do, but I want the fingers he wrote this poem to break! His thumb and index finger. I want both of them broken by the evening.” “What?” Jacob’s heart leaped into his mouth. He turned the speaker off and said, “We’ll talk once I get home.”

“Don’t come home without breaking the fingers!”

Jacob ended the call and shook his head.

“Forgive me for saying this,” Fabio said, “but I think your youngest daughter is crazy.”

Jacob could only force out a smile.

Veronica, meanwhile, was roaming on the balcony, looking frustrated. “Why don’t I ever meet a man that I can imagine in my head?” as she bit her lip, the image of Shadow flashed in her mind. She frowned. “Why did I think of that waiter?” she touched her chest. “He’s strikingly handsome, but he’s just another trash like Benjamin. If I get close to him and end up marrying him, I’d be troubling the family just like sis did. I can’t fall on my face like she did. I’ll find the best man by myself!” Seconds later, Remedeus called her and apologized, saying that he wrote the letter as a joke

but not to hurt her feelings. However, she didn’t believe his words. She was deeply hurt by what she had read, so she said, “The wounds your words gave to my heart will never heal.”

“I thought we had something going,” Remedeus begged. “Please give me another chance. I seriously believe we belong with each other.”

“Yeah? Let me tell you where you belong, Remedeus. In the company of a woman who sneezes, burps, and farts in your face! Have fun praising her beauty just like you did to me!” Saying that, she cut the call. She still felt like burning him alive. “Ugh! All I want is an honest boyfriend, but that’s the one thing I can’t ever seem to find!”. George approached her, shirtless and wearing shorts, exposing his hairy legs and dad-bod. Crunching on potato chips, he wore a big smile. “It seems you’re looking around the whole

world when you have the most honest man in the world right before you,” he said confidently. “Who? You?” she sniggered at his words.

George shoved the shame aside and said, “I’m not wise as your father, but I’m not stupid as his son-in- law, either. I don’t lie. I don’t steal. I’m as honest as honesty can be. Life with me will be simple, so why don’t you give me a try? I’m sure your decision will make everyone in this house happy, but you’ll be the happiest, I promise.”

“Hmph, don’t dream, Uncle. You are more than ten years older than me, and you look like a pregnant pig. Why would I marry you? You think I’m stupid and blind?” she shut her nose. “At least shave your damn armpits before you walk around shirtless in the house!”

Seeing how his dad-bod charm had failed, George was somewhat surprised. “Yeah, I’m fat for your standards, but that’s because I’m full of love. I’m a love elephant, no, love bull. Once you get pierced by my loving horns, my name will play like a ringtone in your heart.” “Whatever.” She didn’t even spare another glance at him. He just watched as she walked away. “Alas! Am I not going to become the son-in- law of the Sterling family?” he cried out to himself. Wanting to speak with Rebecca, Veronica went to her sister’s room out of habit and then saw her mother reading a book.

“You finally found time to visit your mother?” Selena didn’t sound too happy. “Ha-ha, I was busy, mom. Sorry.” She came over and gave her a light hug. “I’m here now, aren’t I? How are you feeling?”

“Great. I think I will win the trophy if I enter Wimbledon now.”

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“Haha.”

“Hehe.”

“How’s your lovelife?”

“What can I say…” Veronica’s mouth turned down. “Love and life don’t seem to want to stick together when I’m around.”

“Aw, my poor daughter,” Selena stroked her daughter’s head. “Do you want mommy’s help?” “Thanks, but no. I’ll have to do this by myself.” “Your wish, but make sure you don’t commit the same mistake as your sister.” “You need not say that to me, Mom. I’ve got a three-digit IQ.” “IQ with inexperience can easily be fooled, which is what happened in your sister’s case. Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. The person you’re going to marry will need to be earning at least six figures.” “Why only six? I’ll go for nine figures.” “Haha, that’s my daughter. There’s this guy from the Conreid family. He’s about forty years old. What do you think?” “No, mom. Forty is too old for me.” “But then finding nine-figure guys who are both young and are top CEOs won’t be easy.” “Let me worry about that, okay?” “Alright. I’ll be waiting to hear the good news soon. Surprise me.”