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

Episode 15

The four of them who saw Dion silently nodding his head thought he had forgiven them, but they were greatly mistaken.

"Regarding this matter, let's settle it after I finish breakfast, or some other time. I have important tasks to attend to outside," expressed Dion, his face devoid of emotion.

"Now show me where the hotel restaurant is. I will get my breakfast. I will be picked up soon. Hurry up and show me!" Dion demanded, clearly irritated.

"My apologies, sir. For esteemed guests like yourself, all your needs have been delivered to your suite, including breakfast," the head of the restaurant replied humbly.

His demeanor had completely reversed, no longer as arrogant as before; likewise for the executive chef.

"Oh is that so?" replied Dion curtly before walking away, paying no mind to those who stood dumbfounded in their place.

"Hurry and escort Mr. Dion, and serve him well!" echoed a voice from afar. It was their general manager.

"Right away, sir!" they responded in unison, then followed Dion upstairs to serve him breakfast.

Dion, who received personal service from the executive chef, remained silent. To him, it was an opportunity to test the sincerity of their service. Was it due to ulterior motives, fear, or obedience to orders?

After breakfast, the four of them cleaned up the dining utensils, tidied up, and took them down for washing after asking Dion for permission.

But before they descended, Dion asked them to bring leftovers from the fridge from last night.

The clock showed it was already 9:10. Time for Dion to prepare for a meeting with his grandfather to receive the mandate or transfer of power over all assets of the Birawa Group.

Adjusting himself in the mirror, Dion decided to change his clothes. He replaced the T-shirt with a long-sleeved white dress shirt.

The shirt, his only one that still looked new because it was seldom worn, fitted perfectly on his tall, athletic frame, paired with navy blue dress pants.

After grooming his hair, Dion hurried down to the lower floor, waiting to be picked up by Ivory.

The receptionist girls recognized and knew who Dion was, as did Sherly, who had become an ordinary front office staff.

But to the guests present in the hotel lobby, they looked upon Dion dismissively. It was evident that they were not pleased with his presence near them.

At that moment, Dion's outdated cell phone rang. He pulled it out and answered an incoming call, which happened to be from Ivory.

Those who saw Dion with his old phone snickered to themselves, though trying to hold back.

Dion didn't care about their reaction. Instead, he eagerly looked toward the hotel entrance to see if Ivory had arrived yet.

Soon after, a beautiful, shapely girl of considerable height approached Dion, sitting on the hotel lobby sofa.

Her arrival caught the attention of several guests in the lobby, including Sherly and the receptionist, along with other employees who happened to be there.

They were unaware why the chief secretary of Mr. Mahesa Birawa, the hotel's owner, had come that morning so suddenly. They simultaneously wondered if there was an important issue at the hotel.

Unfazed by the stares, Ivory advanced toward Dion and bowed respectfully.

The spectacle certainly took the onlookers by surprise. They wondered who had been honored by the secretary, also the right-hand woman of Mr. Mahesa Birawa.

Their astonishment persisted, but Sherly quickly realized, promptly contacting the hotel's general manager, informing him of Miss Ivory's visit.

Upon receiving the news, the general manager and his subordinates rushed downstairs to welcome Miss Ivory to the lobby.

Upon their arrival, they bowed to Miss Ivory unanimously.

"What brings you here so early, Miss?" inquired William, bowing.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. William. Please get up! I am not here for an inspection. I have come specifically to meet this gentleman," responded Ivory, casually.

Informed of this, everyone turned their gaze toward Dion, their faces filled with question marks.

"It's not yet time for you to know who this gentleman really is. Carry on with your tasks. Allow me to speak with him in private," declared Ivory, her tone firm and slightly admonishing.

After receiving the reprimand and instructions, the general manager and the others excused themselves and left, their minds brimming with questions.

"Why has Miss Ivory come?”

"Is it specifically to meet Mr. Dion, the esteemed guest of the hotel?”

"Perhaps there's something else here."

"Who actually is the gentleman she wishes to meet?"

"Is he someone important, that Miss Ivory would defer to him?"

Those were some of the questions in the hearts of the hotel manager and other executives.

Once they were sure that everyone had left, Dion invited Miss Ivory to promptly exit the hotel lobby.

Ivory agreed to Dion's suggestion. They walked together, with Dion leading the way and Ivory following behind him.

The incident undoubtedly caused a stir in the hotel lobby, but none dared to comment openly; it was a discussion kept within.

Shortly thereafter, Dion and Ivory were in his car. Dion did not head toward Ivory's car but to his own vehicle.

"Wow! Your choice perfectly matches your personality, sir—a brand-new Lamborghini. So, the one that's been trending on social media is your car?" asked Ivory, delighted.

"Ah! They're just nosy, wanting to pry into others' business," Dion replied nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, the car sped through the bustling city streets. Onlookers recognizing Dion's now infamous social media vehicle immediately commented.

"Look! That's the recently trending new Lamborghini. Let's snap a picture or video!" they said in chorus while directing their phones at the speeding car.

Shortly after, news of the car spread across social media, with various comments emerging there.

Ivory, sitting next to Dion, also checked her phone and saw how famous her boss's Lamborghini was among the public, but she simply smiled.

"People are busy talking about that car, yet here I am riding in it. How pitiful!" she thought to herself.

According to the initial plan, before meeting his grandfather, Dion needed to buy new clothes, including a suit, and he remembered to also purchase a new phone.

Dion pulled over in front of a store with ample parking space following Ivory's recommendation.

The store they visited, a famous establishment in city B, was "The George Style Emperor"—the place they intended to enter.

Despite Dion's casual appearance, he drove a luxury car accompanied by a strikingly beautiful woman. Those who saw him were stunned, wondering who this lucky man could be.