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

Episode 8

"Mr. Carlos, thank you for your exceptional service," Dion expressed his gratitude to Mr. Carlos with sincerity.

"It is my duty to serve you, young master."

"In the future, whenever and wherever you may need my assistance, I shall be ready for you," Mr. Carlos replied, pleased to be complimented by his VVIP guest.

"I would like to personally invite you to dine with me at the Golden Star Restaurant, if you are not otherwise engaged," Mr. Carlos attempted to engage Dion's interest with an invitation to a meal.

This was an opportunity to forge a connection with an influential figure from the mighty Birawa Group.

Being close to the heir could elevate one's social standing and status. Mr. Carlos pondered his sly opportunity.

Moreover, since his bank was a subsidiary of the Birawa Group, gaining Dion's favor could advance his life and influence significantly.

Every favor entails a return; they believed in purpose-driven actions.

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Carlos, but at this time, I cannot accept. Perhaps another time," Dion declined.

"Whenever you find the time, I shall eagerly await your presence," responded Mr. Carlos, slightly disappointed, though he tried to conceal it.

Experienced in cunning tactics, Mr. Carlos was well aware of the implications behind Dion's refusal. Despite his disappointment, he maintained a smile in Dion's presence.

"If you'll excuse me, I must attend to other matters," Dion interjected abruptly, pre-empting any further intentions Mr. Carlos might reveal.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Carlos offered to show Dion around the city, but Dion declined gracefully.

Dion, young but wise to the ways of the world, understood that Mr. Carlos's friendly demeanor was for personal gain.

Thus, he tactfully refused Mr. Carlos's offers.

Conversely, the manager, who had been silent and had just returned from encashing Dion's funds, now dared to speak up.

"Perhaps you require transportation from me. As it happens, my workday has concluded, so if you wish, I am at your disposal to replace the president and act as your guide," she proposed enticingly.

She thought Dion, being young, would surely appreciate the company of an attractive woman like herself, but…

The manager's bold offer, from a beautiful young woman, left Dion somewhat embarrassed and displeased.

Based on his experience and judgment, Dion had no choice but to politely decline the bank manager's proposition.

He didn't want to disappoint either of them, and regretfully, Dion turned down her offer.

Though discreetly turned down, the rejection understandably upset Manager Stephanie. Still, there was nothing she could do in the face of Dion's refusal.

Who would dare to trouble Dion now? So she chose silence over persistence, lest the outcome became worse.

The clock read 4:30 PM, indicating Dion had been at the bank for approximately an hour.

Before it got later, Dion decided to leave the bank. He hurriedly descended from the upper floor to the lobby, flanked by the bank president and Manager Stephanie.

Their appearance together certainly stirred a minor commotion in the place. The attention centered on Dion.

Several young female employees tried to charm him, seeking to catch his eye.

"Who is that? He's quite handsome. I'd be willing to be his girlfriend," remarked one girl in the lobby.

"I'd even consent to be his mistress," another companion added more brazenly.

"Shh! Be careful what you say! Manager Stephanie might get annoyed, competing with us," warned another, signaling for silence.

By then, Dion had already left the bank, swiftly walking away and hailing a ride-share to take him to a car showroom.

The dealership he aimed for was not far from the bank, a mere five-minute drive, though the trip took slightly longer due to congestion.

At the showroom, a young woman and another car salesperson hurriedly greeted Dion's arrival. It happened that there were not many potential buyers left, perhaps due to the late hour for conducting business.

"Good afternoon, sir! How may I assist you?" the salesperson asked Dion politely, though inwardly dubious.

"Yes! I need the latest model car. Do you have one?" Dion inquired confidently.

"Yes, sir. Please, let me show you the vehicle," the salesperson replied, somewhat incredulously, then led Dion to a car that appeared rather dated.

"Is this the one you're looking for?"

"No, this is an old used car. I'm interested in the latest model," Dion retorted angrily.

"You asked for the newest model, did you not? This is it," the salesperson began to lose patience, thinking Dion couldn't possibly afford a brand-new car based on his appearance. No matter what angle one considered, Dion did not seem credible, so it was natural for the salesperson to underestimate him.

Others in the area gave Dion and the salesperson disparaging glances; some instantly jeered, while others voiced rude remarks.

"A pauper like you suits such a used car just fine. It's not expensive, only a few hundred thousand dollars," bragged one arrogantly.

Hearing the insult, Dion turned toward the source of the mockery in surprise.

The man who had shouted was stunned to recognize the person he had just scorned.

"You..?" the man exclaimed in shock.

"Mr. Brian, I presumed you were a vagrant," Dion responded indifferently.

"You're the vagrant, a good for nothing son-in-law, a free-loader fed by your wife. How dare you insult me!"

"After being kicked out by Jasmine, you truly have become a beggar!" Brian mocked, heightening the tension with his scornful remarks.

"That suits you as a purchase," Brian declared pompously, indicating a vehicle far worse than the previous one.

Unfazed by the man's disdain, Dion wandered the showroom, intensifying Brian's irritation.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brian bellowed coarsely, but Dion remained silent, continuing his stride.

His gaze landed upon a car showcased in a separate domain. Its sleek, metallic white sides complemented by touches of black on the front and top struck him as particularly elegant.

"That's the car I desire," he thought inwardly.

"Ha! A beggar like you has no business dreaming of such luxurious wheels. Do you even understand what kind of car that is?" Brian sneered arrogantly.

"Honey! I want that car. You promised to give me whatever I wish for my birthday," a young woman interjected, her presence suddenly felt in the room.

Dion glanced at her briefly, feeling as if he recognized her but unable to pinpoint when or where.

Standing beside her was an older man, perhaps her benefactor, shaking his head indicating the impossibility of affording such an expensive car, though he wished to hide this fact from the onlookers.

The car salesperson stepped forward, approaching the age-mismatched couple with a feigned amiability, ready to deploy his guileful tactics.

"That car befits you and the lady. It is the latest release, the sole model in this city, acquired through great difficulty and produced in limited quantities by the manufacturer."

"The Lamborghini Mansory Carbonado GT, valued at USD $2 million or roughly 30 billion Indonesian rupiah."

"Equipped with a V12, 6.5-liter engine, and a peak horsepower of 1,600. This vehicle boasts an impressive 0 to 100 km/h acceleration."

"It can speed up from 0 to 60 mph in just 2.1 seconds, reaching a top velocity of 370 km/h."

"If you're interested, we'll handle everything. Today, it can be yours for on-road use," the salesperson eagerly proposed, proud to smoothly list the car's specs.

He hoped the man accompanied by the younger woman would be swayed by his explanation. Selling that car would yield him a hefty commission from the dealership where he worked.