Good-for-nothing son-in-law becomes super rich

Episode 6

"Let's just take the car, sir. I've got my own vehicle parked over there," replied Ivory casually, continuing his sentence.

"That is my car, sir. Please!" Ivory said politely, inviting Dion to enter his car.

In no time at all, they were both on the road heading to the restaurant situated at the end of the street they were traveling on.

One hour after they had settled themselves in the restaurant. Long story short, their meal was concluded.

The clock at that time displayed 3:30. So there was still one and a half hours left, to take care of the card issue at one of the prominent banks in city B.

Dion and Ivory headed to a bank where Dion's private funds were entrusted.

But just then, Ivory received a call from Mr. Birawa to return to city J immediately. Consequently, he was unable to accompany his young master to handle his debit card matter.

However, before he left Dion in the forecourt of the renowned UP bank,

Ivory first sent an SMS to the UP bank's CEO to welcome their VVIP guest.

Upon receiving an SMS from a key figure in the Birawa Group, the UP bank CEO was incredibly surprised. He hastily descended to the ground floor to greet their VVIP guest.

But before the CEO arrived, a minor incident occurred with Dion.

Due to the fact that at the time, he was dressed casually. Wearing frayed jeans and slightly shabby shirt, because he hadn't had the chance to change clothes or purchase new ones.

"Stop!," a guard with an unfamiliar face yelled at Dion, taking him by surprise. The guard thought Dion was a beggar.

"Me?" Dion responded while pointing at himself.

"If not you, then who else? You're nothing but a beggar. Go away!" the guard barked rudely.

"I am not a beggar or anything like that. I'm here to meet with manager Carlos or whatever his name is," Dion retorted, annoyed.

"What did you say? A scruffy beggar like you wanting to meet Mr. Carlos, the UP bank's CEO?"

"Don't dream, you!" insulted the guard, pushing Dion to leave the bank.

Dion's body staggered backward and he nearly fell because he hadn't expected such rough treatment on his first visit to the bank where his money was kept.

After composing himself, Dion advanced towards the guard who had pushed him. His hand was clenched tight, indicating a desire to strike the arrogant guard. Then Dion grasped the guard's shirt, intending to hit him.

"Stop! What are you doing?" shouted a young woman, about 23, intercepting Dion's actions.

Dion lowered his fist that was about to strike the guard upon hearing the stern reproach from the newcomer.

"What's going on here?" the manager asked displeased.

"Miss Zelina!" the guard replied, frightened.

"Here we have a scruffy beggar claiming to want to meet President Carlos. I was just trying to stop him."

"From his clothes alone it's apparent, he's not a customer, but a beggar wanting leftovers from the bank," said the guard nonchalantly, defending himself.

Clearly, he was trying to ingratiate himself with the UP bank's financial manager, perhaps seeking praise or a generous end-of-year bonus.

Miss Zelina scrutinized Dion's appearance, from head to toe. The pants he wore did indeed look worn out. His shirt was also rumpled. He wore no shoes, only old sandals.

It was no use asking anymore questions. Zelina concluded that indeed, Dion was a scruffy beggar, seeking fortune at the prestigious bank for a meal.

"Drag him away from here! Call your other colleagues!" Zelina suddenly ordered.

"If he resists, break his arm," she added.

Heeding Miss Zelina's command, the guard who had been in a standoff with Dion called three of his colleagues to assist him.

The three security guards rapidly approached, summoned by their leader, and immediately attempted to apprehend Dion.

The people inside the bank heard the commotion and tried to find out what had happened.

Likewise, passersby in the street also paused, eager to understand what was unfolding on the bank's forecourt.

Could there be a thief or a robber at the supposedly secure bank, they wondered?

If indeed the man surrounded by four guards was a thief, his luck was extremely bad - not only failing in his attempt but also facing a beating by the bank's security team.

Dion's body, held by four guards, tensed and then, with one strong motion, all four were flung in various directions.

Onlookers were astounded. How could a frail-looking Dion have the strength to hurl four trained guards without them being able to put up the slightest resistance?

Miss Zelina, still present, was utterly shocked. She had not expected the person she had dismissed and looked down upon to overpower four trained guards.

Seeing her defeated security team, Miss Zelina resorted to a dirty tactic, shouting:

"Thief! Someone catch him! He's trying to rob the bank. Quick, call the police!" she yelled loudly to those on the street and inside the bank.

"Stop!" bellowed someone with a commanding voice.

The crowd attempting to detain Dion backed away upon seeing a middle-aged man exit the bank's door.

"What are you doing?" he said angrily.

"Whoever he is, don't act rashly," he commanded, intimidating the four guards, as well as Miss Zelina.

The middle-aged man then looked Dion over from head to toe. He couldn't recognize that Dion was the esteemed guest he had been expecting.

However, as a man with decades of experience, he tried to address Dion courteously.

"May I know, sir, what brings you to UP bank today?" he asked as kindly as possible.

"Are you the one called Mr. Carlos?" Dion asked back, without answering the man's question first.

With his professional demeanor, the man replied, "Yes, I am Carlos. May I know who I am addressing, and what purpose brings you to our bank?" Mr. Carlos inquired once more.

"Have you received a message from Ivory Sanders, regarding the arrival of a guest at your office?" Dion questioned again, unwilling to answer Mr. Carlos's inquiry.

Upon such a query, Mr. Carlos's body shook, then he quickly walked towards Dion. Reaching him, Mr. Carlos promptly bowed deeply, 90 degrees towards Dion.

"Mr. Birawa, please forgive this ignorant old man for not welcoming you properly," Mr. Carlos spoke with utmost respect, knowing the consequences if Dion were angered.

Miss Zelina and the four guards, along with the crowd gathered around the UP bank, were astounded by Mr. Carlos's behavior, who was known never to bow to anyone.

But today, they witnessed with their own eyes Mr. Carlos lowering his head to a beggar or street urchin who had almost been ejected by four guards earlier.