Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 32

“I won‘t go,” Veronica straightforwardly replied, “I told you, dad. I already have a boyfriend.” “So what? It‘s just dinner. Go and meet him first,” Jacob suggested. “Who knows? You might like him? 

“What?” Veronica‘s face warped fast, and tears soon welled up in her eyes. “You think so low of me just because I don‘t have a job, don‘t you?” 

“Fabio Romano, ” Jacob didn‘t seem to care that she was crying, “He owns over 600 theater sites across the world.” 

“So what?” 

“So what?” a vein popped in Jacob‘s forehead. “With your talent, do you think you can even own a single theater in your lifetime?” Veronica felt greatly insulted, but this wasn‘t the first time Jacob had demeaned her so much. “Jacob,” Selena tried to intervene, but he raised his finger and made her stand back Jacob gave Veronica a visiting card. “This is the visiting card of Fabio‘s son. You‘ll meet tonight at the appointed restaurant. That‘s final, if you want to keep living in my house.” Saying that he walked away. Selena tried to console her, but Veronica was trying so hard to not cry. She looked at the visiting card. “Remedeus Romano? That‘s the shittiest name I‘ve ever heard!” “It’s alright,” Selena patted her shoulder and whispered a few things that would likely piss off Remedeus. 

brightened. “If I do that, he‘ll hate me, right?” “Trust me, Italians hate when you burp in their faces.” “You talk as if we like getting burped in the face, Mom.” “Just do what I say. Don‘t give him the greeting kisses, and try to talk with your hands instead of your mouth. Whenever you use your mouth, try to swear on whatever you can.” “Fine! But if that doesn‘t work, I‘ll just break his head!” Meanwhile, Benjamin was exiting the villa on foot. “Walking on foot again?” the gate guard snickered at him. “Mind your business, will ya?” Benjamin advised him. The gate–guard, however, kept on snickering. Benjamin couldn‘t bother wasting his time on this guy, so he walked off. “Is he the one?” a group of three guys waiting at

that only his eyes and mouth were left open. “I want to beat the shit out of that chicken myself, but in

make him crap in his pants,” Oliver was about to run across the street and meet Benjamin, but a red van appeared

stop in his tracks and put his hands on his head in shock. The next second, he saw Benjamin still on his feet as Benjamin had moved away

away. And thugs wearing sleeveless shirts with pig logos and tom jeans walked out, armed with metal rods and knuckle dusters. They all had tattoos and kept their mouths busy with chewing

looked at Benjamin who was still there, standing and staring at the thugs. “What are you doing? You should run back to the villa! They are notorious thugs who take money to beat

thug with a rugged body. The thug tried to thrust a kick in. Benjamin deflected the attack with his own leg and struck the thug‘s face so fast and hard, he was blown off his feet. Blood gushed into the air from the broken nose. He crashed

what you want,” he swung

them and severely injuring two of them in the process. The white

thugs were taken away in an ambulance, Benjamin looked at his hands that were covered in blood. He walked up to the nearest tree and wiped the blood off with the leaves before grabbing

lower lip in little frustration. He then sent a text message