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

Episode 16

Dion chuckled to himself when he heard a store clerk address Ivory as "madam." Didn't she recognize Ivory from before? Oh, perhaps she was new, which explained her unfamiliarity with Ivory, a well-regarded and regular customer of the shop.

"Get the store manager. I want to speak with him!" Ivory demanded, frustrated.

"I'm sorry, madam, but he's currently unavailable," replied the clerk succinctly.

"I see!" Ivory snapped, and without wanting to linger or waste more time, she quickly pulled out her phone, selected a contact number, and dialed.

Soon after, a phone rang in a three-story room of the shop. A glance at the incoming call prompted the store manager to hurriedly answer.

"Hello Miss Sanders. How may I assist you?" he responded respectfully over the phone.

"Come down here immediately! I'm at your store, and do not keep me waiting!" she commanded fiercely.

"Right away! I'll be right down," he replied nervously.

In the meantime, the clerk who had called her "madam" furrowed her brow deeply, a sign that she didn't understand what was going on or who this person was; she was still clueless.

In less than 30 seconds, the store owner who Ivory had called rushed down to her, bowing deeply.

"Good morning, Miss. Please accept our apologies for not greeting you properly."

"Skip the pleasantries. Find a complete outfit that suits that gentleman over there!" Ivory ordered, not mincing her words.

"Absolutely, it will be taken care of promptly," he replied quickly, then he called over his employees to assist in selecting Ivory's order.

But before leaving, the store manager glanced over at Dion, scrutinizing him, then he hurried away to select a suit, pants, a coat, shoes, and more, all suited to Dion's build.

Without hesitation, he chose several complete clothing sets for Dion in various styles and colors:

A dark black suit and pants, appearing as a dark gray, paired with Derby smart shoes, was perfect for Dion, with a silver shirt inside, no tie.

A navy color, combined with dark brown suede shoes, contrasted attractively with Dion's athletic build, with a white inner shirt and maroon red tie.

A light blue suit paired with light brown shoes, a harmonious ensemble often worn by the city's jet-set, with a white inner shirt and a short maroon red tie as well.

A light gray suit, matched with black shoes with a hint of Burgundy, was also very in tune with modern fashion, paired with a white inner shirt and a black tie.

A white suit ensemble, complemented with black shoes, without a tie, and a bright white inner shirt.

A silver suit, paired with black shoes and a white inner shirt, complemented with a black tie.

After showing all these options to Miss Ivory and Dion, they nodded in agreement with the manager's selections.

After completing the transaction and payment, which Dion, of course, paid for with his gold card, they agreed to continue their journey to a cell phone store along the street.

"Ivo!"

"Yes, young master."

"Do you think I look bad in this?"

"Not bad at all, sir, but..."

"But what?"

"Um..."

"Out with it!"

"Sure, sir."

"With your athletic and muscular physique, you would suit a full suit better. It will transform your appearance."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, because you should change your look to match your current status. The young man you were is not who you are now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You were nobody back then, but now you're the heir to boundless power, strength, and wealth. So you ought to switch up your look entirely."

"And...!"

"Do you still want to be looked down on and sneered at by others because of your simple appearance, even though you're rich?"

Dion pondered for a moment, absorbing all that his assistant had said.

"Ivo does make a good point. I can't keep thinking small. I should embrace change, and I can afford it, so why not?"

"But... Ah, never mind! I'll deal with the rest later," Dion debated inwardly, his thoughts clashing.

"Ivo!" he called again.

"Yes, sir," she responded.

"Now, do I look good to you?" Dion asked innocently.

The person in question was taken aback, not expecting her boss to ask such a silly question.

"To a young woman's eyes like mine, you're exceedingly handsome, surpassing any prince out there. I would even..."

Ivory almost let slip her admiration and budding feelings for her employer but quickly stopped herself.

Dion wasn't naïve. As someone experienced and once married, he definitely understood the subtext of his assistant's interruptions.

"You're drawn to me, aren't you? Just be honest," Dion cut to the chase directly.

"Eh... well, sir..."

"Right? You admire me," Dion pressed, causing Ivory to become flustered, though he was quite entertained.

Ivory dared not respond, for fear of displeasing her master, so she kept her admiration to herself.

She could only look down, embarrassed, though a faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

Ivory had never been involved with men before, let alone dated—far from it. She wasn't one to fall in love easily or casually date anyone. Not in a million years!

But now, somehow, a desire had risen within her for the very man standing beside her, her own employer. Her heart couldn't help but feel joy in his presence.

"Disaster! Have I fallen for my employer?"

"Remember Ivory! Who are you? Just a servant to Birawa and now Dion's assistant. You mustn't fall for him."

"Ugh, this is so vexing!" she inwardly fumed.

Time flew by swiftly, and the car steered by Dion reached a niche shopping complex specializing in cell phones. The building was notably vast, boasting modern architecture.

After parking in the ample lot, Dion and Ivory stepped out, donning peculiar face coverings.

The arrival of Dion and Ivory in a Lamborghini once again drew attention. The recently talked-about vehicle was now before them in the flesh.

Obviously, they didn't want to miss this golden opportunity and flocked to the car's owner, hoping to glean details about the vehicle.

Naturally, what they were eager to learn was the identity of the sky-high-priced car's owner.

Emerging from the vehicle, Dion and Ivory soon became the target of paparazzi. They employed various tactics to snap photos of the car's owner for journalistic purposes, hoping their posts would immediately trend.

Without permission, they began to photograph Dion and Ivory. However, Dion was on the ball; he and Ivory had already donned face masks to hide their identities before stepping out of the car.

Dion had a reason for hiding his face with a mask—namely, he wasn't ready to disclose his identity until he was officially the heir to vast power and authority.

Despite feelings of disappointment, paparazzi and onlookers were somewhat satisfied, having managed to capture images of the car's owner, albeit masked.