Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 75

A hand rested on Benjamin’s shoulder from behind. “Here you are.”

Benjamin turned. It was the police officer who grinned and then immediately threw a straight quick punch in his face.

Benjamin tilted his head at the last second. “Too slow,” his gaze turned sharp, and before the officer knew it, Benjamin’s knuckles struck his throat, and his feet shuffled back as he struggled to breathe. A second later, Benjamin came to his senses and tried to help the officer. “Are you okay, officer? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

The officer, however, kept moving away with his back lowered.

“I hope I didn’t cause irreparable damage,” Benjamin thought.

“Hey, Driver!” Elizabeth finally found him. “What are you doing out here?” she came up to him, acting all so naturally, then she lowered her voice. “Are you trying to steal someone else’s gift box?” “What?” Benjamin frowned. “What do I look like to you?” he shook his head in annoyance.” No. Forget it. I’m tired of this game. I’ll just wish him a happy birthday and be done with it. So what if I didn’t bring a gift? Shouldn’t me coming here be of more value than whatever gift I may bring them?”

“Your presence here should be considered worth more than the gift you bring?” Elizabeth snorted. “Who do you think you are? Some kind of WIP guest?”

Benjamin’s jaw made a hard line. Ignoring her words, he walked into the main hall, which was the only hall in the whole apartment. He went straight to Donovan and shook his hand. To others, it seemed a little weird because a waiter was shaking hands with the man of the moment. However, Donovan knew that Benjamin was Rebecca’s husband from hearing the conversations between Jane and Rebecca.

“He didn’t seem to have brought any gift,” Dorthy said, “our butler. We were paying him very well, though.”

“It’s fine,” Donovan had a strange smile going as he shook Benjamin’s hand. “He can eat as many sweets as he wants here.”

Dorothy couldn’t intervene anymore. “I know this uncle,” one of the kids spoke about Benjamin. “He delivered pizza once.” “Pizzas?”

“Why is such a guy getting to shake hands with Donovan?”

“He should just get back to work.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As people ran their mouths, Benjamin smiled and went back to working as a waiter.

As everyone kept chatting once again, a flying drone flew in through the entrance, buzzing past Jane’s grandmother and making her wave the walking stick in annoyance.

The children caught sight of not just the drone but the gift box it was carrying, and they began jumping and shouting as the drone floated before Donovan. “Who’s controlling this?” Donovan looked around, but he couldn’t spot anyone with a controller in their hands. “Open it,” Jane said. “Even if there’s a bomb, it won’t kill you.” “Hahaha,” her words raised some laughter. Elizabeth, however, wasn’t smiling. (A gift that’s sent in the middle of the party… there’s no way it’s from him, right?) Donovan put his hands forward, and the box was dropped in his hands. The drone flew away just as fast, and some children ran after it.

Donovan opened the box, and his eyes bulged upon seeing the special gold coins. These were the same number of gold coins sent the last time to the wedding. “What’s inside?” when Jane came and saw the gold coins, she fainted. When other women saw it, they cried out in shock. Soon, everyone began to murmur. “That should be worth two, no, even three million dollars!”

As people chatted and gossiped, Elizabeth and her parents looked extremely envious. Elizabeth didn’t believe for a second that Benjamin sent such a gift, but she still wished that someone sent her those gold coins for her birthday. .

Rebecca, on the other hand, seemed to be lost in thought. (The same gift as that time? Even the drone… It’s like a replay of what happened the last time. What’s going on?)

Benjamin was silently serving the biscuits and sweets. Because of Alfred’s little game, he broke his mobile, so he wasn’t really happy right now. He brought a glass of coconut water and gave it to his wife, and she accepted it. Jane’s mother sprayed water to bring Jane back to her senses. “Is this real gold?” Jane looked still very much shocked. “Who could have sent this?” no matter who she looked at, they just kept shrugging their shoulders, including Donovan.

“Since we’re in a good mood,” Jane’s mother suggested to Jane and Donovan, “you two should play the Kiss, Marry, Kill game.” And they nodded. “I’ll go first,” Jane quickly raised her hand. “I’ll kiss my dad, marry… Donovan, and kill all of Donovan’s ex-lovers.”

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Many ended up laughing out loud.

“Now, it’s your turn, Donovan,” Jane glanced at her boyfriend. “I’ll kiss, Jane,” Donovan said, “marry Rebecca, and then kill Jane because she’ll kill me otherwise.”

Rebecca ended up spilling the coconut water.

The entire crowd fell silent, and everyone looked at Donovan and Jane. “Whoa,” Donovan raised his hands a little, “why do you all look like that? It’s a joke, folks. You can laugh.”

“So it was a joke!” Jane smiled rather angrily. “I thought you lost your mind or something, but don’t play such poor jokes again, or I’ll really kill you.”

As Jane and Donovan kept talking like nothing happened, everyone began to smile once again. However, there was one soul in that hall who didn’t buy a word of what Donovan had said. It was the waiter who walked straight toward Donovan with his chest swelled in fury. Rebecca, who saw the subtle change in Benjamin’s countenance, wondered, “Benjamin…” Elizabeth on the other hand raised her brows. “What is he…”

Jane noticed Benjamin coming toward them, but his eyes were not on her but on Benjamin. She realized that something wasn’t right, but it took her a fraction of a second to remember who exactly Benjamin was, but by then, Benjamin had already closed in.

Donovan had the faint strange smile as he did minutes ago as he looked at Benjamin. “Do you want another handsh ”

BAM-! A resounding punch to Donovan’s chin lifted him off his feet and sent him crashing back into the pile of opened gift packages.1 The jaws of everyone there hit the floor.