Underestimated Son In Law

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Difference Between Poor And Rich

"Director Lowell, if it turns out that this painting is genuine, can you take full responsibility?"

Dr.Hottun's sharp gaze made Director Lowell nearly sh*t his pants.

"You aren't afraid of losing credibility? How would people see it by then? No one would do business with people that do not have credibility."

"Actually, Dr.Hottun, I was just joking.In fact, the painting is profound..."

Director Lowell said with convection, making everyone flabbergasted.

With no apparent shame on his face, Director Lowell moved on to explain.

".....Peering at this angle, this is indeed a genuine painting.The canvas and the oil paints are top-notch, and the artist has a high level of understanding of the art.The pattern and strokes through its smallest details are superb.It's a high-quality work of art..."

By now, everyone was holding their breath.

Looks of admiration were being thrown at the family head, Francisco, who appeared to be calm, but inside he was trembling with excitement and anticipation.

"If my guess is on the spot, this painting was made by the descendant of the famous painter in the Nineties, Edward Hopper."

Director Lowell spoke without a falsehood.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

If the first couple of words from Director Lowell were a confirmation that the painting was genuine, then the last words would be mind-blowing.It was the final nail in the coffin.

Yet Director Lowell didn't stop dealing with them as he continued to speak without any shame.

"One can't always trust the word of an expert without evidence.Even if it's someone like me, Don Francisco, your grandson had an extraordinary temperament.If my daughter hadn't married at an early stage, I would have matched him with my daughter..."

Director Lowell was an experienced old fox, as he effortlessly concealed his earlier blunder.

Moreover, from Dr.Hottun's words, he was siding with Sett.

There was also Miss Jasmine.

With that thought in mind, he decided to side with them and not help Mr.Tom, who was presently petrified.

"Director Lowell, you must be mistaken that the painting is certainly fake!"

Mr.Tom had an ugly expression on his face.

Before Director Lowell could refute him, Dr.Hottun raised his hand as he spoke.

"Mr.Tom, the painting is inevitably real, without the shadow of a doubt, and its market value is around ten million dollars, not just that its price could easily skyrocket as the artist is quite famous."иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм

With that, Mr.Tom looked like he had eaten a fly.But what could he say? He didn't even have any qualifications to speak about the painting.

With a heavy heart, Mr.Tom could only sigh in defeat.

"Father, what's the matter?"

Xander had just arrived as he tapped Mr.Tom, his father, on the shoulder while noticing the awful look on his face.

"It's nothing, my son.Did you bring that bastard with you?"

"No."

"Then, how are we going to know if the painting is real? Or how did he get that much money? "

Mr.Tom gritted his teeth.He then proceeds to explain to his son what transpired.

Although shocked, Xander in turn explains what happened outside the gate.

"..You mean that Fatty had a Lamborghini, and you suspect that he owns it?"

The father and son duo were looking at each other with a swollen face like they had been shaped hard on the face.

How was Sett a poor man? That fatso was clearly living like a prodigal son! Mr.Tom took a glance at his father, Francisco, for a couple of seconds.He was wondering if the family head, Francisco, hadn't frozen Sett's parents’ account.

How else could he have gotten that much money? On the other hand, the family head, Francisco, was grinning widely.

He was in a good mood while engaging in conversation with Director Lowell and Dr.Hottun and the other important guests, some of whom were congratulating him on the painting.

"Xander, you've finally arrived.Where is my grandson?"

The family head, Francisco, hurriedly came forward, but then frowned when Xander didn't reply.He scanned his surroundings, but when he didn't see a silhouette of Sett, his tone suddenly turned severe.

"Didn't I tell you to bring him here? Are you deaf?"

"He already left.I couldn't reach him." Xander said in reply.His eyes were on the ground, not daring to look at the family head Francisco.

"Do you think I care about your excuses? A simple instruction but couldn't follow, useless."

The family head, Francisco, clicked his tongue.

"But grandfather..."

"Enough, now, get out of my sight!"

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

Xander bowed his head as he walked away while feeling humiliated, and instead of his father, Mr.Tom, helping him, he was ignored, as his father proceeded to flatter the family head.

"F*cking pig! It's all your fault, grandfather got angry.I'll get my revenge on you, fatso! Mark my words!"

Meanwhile.

"Brother, this car is very cool!"

Nini beamed at the interior of the Lamborghini and also stroked it.She certainly likes the car, while saying "brother this" and "brother that." Her curiosity was its finest.

Sett felt helpless.He could barely put on a straight face.

As he drove the car, his eyes caught sight of a wine glass in a small compartment.

‘Why is there always a bottle of wine in the car...

There was also a tequila at that time with Ms.Scarlet.

Maybe she liked drinking in the car? Isn't that dangerous?’ Sett thought, then he stole a glance at Ms.Scarlett's side profile, beside him.

Her straight nose and cheery pink lips made Sett's heart pound.He was plainly distracted by her beauty.No wonder those guards from the Crossword family were gawking at her.

Just then, Ms.Scarlett abruptly turns around, catching Sett off- guard and scaring him.

"Mr.Crow, what's the matter? Is there something on my face?"

Ms.Scarlett tilted her head.She wondered why Mr.Crow was stealing glances at her.She was always sensitive to people's subtle glances, so she noticed it.

"N-Nothing."

Sett's face felt hotter for being caught in the act.He coughed, trying to cover his embarrassment.

"I was just thinking how much cash this card has."

Sett showed the card and put it in the small compartment while his hand, unknowingly, held the glass of wine and took a sip.

"Hmmm, subtracting this car's cost...I think there are about forty- eight million dollars left in the bank account."

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

Sett sprayed the wine onto the windshield.

"W-What did you just say?"

"You mean subtracting the car's cost?"

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"

",..You aren't joking about the money, right? Right?"

Sett was in disbelief.

‘Forty-eight million dollars, what kind of concept was that?' He thought to himself while his throat turned dry.

That kind of amount would be enough for him to squander all his life.Sett was fantasizing about how he was going to use that money.

On the other hand, Ms.Scarlett didn't share the same thought, as she perceived Sett's silence as a sign of disapproval.

"Mr.Crow, It's my fault that there is too little money.I should have asked the president to add more.I'm really sorry.I was thinking that amount would suffice for pocket money."

Ms.Scarlett spoke with a troubled face.

When Sett heard that, he almost coughed blood.

Was she trying to kill him in annoyance? Is that amount merely pocket money? That's way over the top.

"No, it's alright, Ms.Scarlett.This amount is enough for me."

Sett let out a sigh.

The rich people's ways of thinking had a huge contrast with the poor like him, although he was different now.

"Mr.Crow, it's getting late; you can stop the car at the intersection; someone will pick me up; Ms.Nini Crossword, I'll be going now."

Ms.Scarlett gave a gentle smile at Nini.

"Pretty sister, thanks for giving my brother this car," Nini uttered.

She had been listening on the side, so she inferred that the car now belonged to her brother.

Although she wanted to ask a question, it would be inappropriate to do so at this time.

She still needs to go to school tomorrow.

"Ms.Scarlett, are you sure?"

Sett solemnly said, being the gentleman that he was, he didn't have the heart to let a lady like Ms.

Scarlett go to a remote place.

What if she attracted trouble for herself? With her beauty, there would be plenty of as*holes that would take advantage of her. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Don't worry, Mr.Crow, my escort is already here."

Ms.Scarlett smiled sweetly, and she got down of the car.

In that instance, a Porsche 911 arrived.

"Mr.Crow, I'll be staying at the city center six-star hotel at the city center."

Ms.Scarlett paused for a moment before she entered the Porsche.She stares at the wine glass in her hand as her cheeks turn a shade of red.

"By the way, Mr.Crow, I hope you're not offended, but I was using that glass of wine."

Sett was gawking at the leaving Porsche.Wouldn't that mean he had indirectly kissed Ms.Scarlett? He finally understood why she was staring oddly at the glass of wine.

"Brother...your wife, sister Sheila, would be mad." Nini mischievously commented, with an innocent face.