The Amazing Son-in-Law: Chapters 136-140

Chapter 136

Jacob Wilson was thrilled. This was his first high-end event. He nervously scanned the room, his limbs shifting awkwardly. Clutching the invitation, he presented it at the entrance, fearing Charlie Wade had obtained a fake. Security scanned the card and approved them. "Welcome," the guard said respectfully. "Please enjoy yourselves!"

Jacob sighed with relief and entered with Charlie Wade. Harold, dressed as if for a beach party, swaggered in. Seeing them, Harold frowned in shock. Charlie and Jacob were here! What were these deadbeats doing? The Wilsons had only one invitation, and he held it! Had they snuck in?

Remembering his past grievances with Charlie, Harold's anger flared. He stormed toward them, snarling, "Charlie Wade, how did you get in here? Do you know where this is?"

Charlie frowned at Harold's shrill voice. Jacob smiled triumphantly, "Hey, Harold, you're here too."

Harold despised Charlie and looked down on Jacob. He frowned and demanded, "What are you doing here? Do you have the invitation?"

"Of course!" Jacob blurted.

Harold pressed, "You, of all people? Where did you get it?"

Charlie glared irritably, "Harold Wilson, where we got the invitation is none of your business."

Harold smirked. "Deadbeat losers like you? How did you get an invitation from the Moore family? You stole it, didn't you?"

"Crazy," Charlie muttered, turning away. He refused to engage further.

Harold's anger intensified. To him, Charlie was a cowardly loser, a nobody! His presence at the Treasure Pavilion was an insult. How dare this moocher stand beside him?

Harold blazed at Charlie, pointing at his nose, "Tell me, how did you get in here?"

Charlie, exasperated, told Jacob, "Dad, ignore the moron, let's go."

"Stop!"

Harold stepped forward, blocking their path, and arrogantly demanded, "What's the hurry? Show me your invitation!"

Charlie's anger flared. His patience had limits. He said coldly, "Show you my invitation? You don't deserve to see it! Get lost!"

Harold was stunned. Charlie, usually meek, had dared to tell him to leave!

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Harold lunged, but Charlie was faster. He evaded the grab, quickly twisted Harold's wrist, and sneered. Harold recoiled, surprised by Charlie's unexpected strength.

Realizing he was outmatched, Harold roared, "Damn it, you wait here! I'll get the manager and have you kicked out!"

He called for the manager. A middle-aged man in a suit arrived with two guards. He smiled politely at Harold, "Mr. Wilson, how may I help you?"

"Manager, check their invitation," Harold sneered, pointing at Charlie. "I think it's fake."

Invitations didn't list guest names, only a unique password. A special app revealed the guest's identity.

Seeing Harold's expensive suit and Charlie's plain clothes, the manager, with a sheepish smile, said to Charlie, "Sir, please show me your invitation card."

His tone was polite, but his eyes held ridicule. He judged Charlie by his appearance.

Charlie, enraged by the contempt, said coldly, "What if I don't want to?"

The manager, regaining his composure, asked, "May I know which family you're from?"

Before Charlie could answer, Harold spat, "He's from our Wilson family. Or rather, he's their live-in son-in-law—not really family, more like a dog!"

The term "live-in son-in-law" spoke volumes. The manager's face fell. "Tell me, how did you get in here?"

Charlie, fed up with their judgmental attitudes and the Treasure Pavilion's classism, said coldly, "I walked in, obviously."

The manager, knowing Charlie's lowly status, said, "If you don't show me your invitation, I'll have to ask you to leave."

The guards moved forward.

Jacob panicked, fearing their invitations were fraudulent. He tugged Charlie's shirt, whispering, "Charlie Wade, let's go. Let's avoid trouble."

Charlie frowned. "Dad, you don't want to see the auction anymore?"

Jacob shook his head. "No, this is embarrassing. If we're thrown out, it will be humiliating…"

Charlie, respecting his father-in-law's decision, left with him. It was just an auction; if his father-in-law didn't want to stay, neither did he. If Jasmine asked, he'd simply say the event was too high-class for him.

Behind them, Harold sneered, "Deadbeat losers! Scared, huh? Sneaking into the Moore family's auction!"

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The crowd parted as a man and woman entered. The woman, in a stunning black gown, was elegant and beautiful. Harold was captivated. It was Jasmine.

Jasmine scanned the room, spotting empty VIP seats. "Where are my two VIP guests? Haven't they arrived yet?"

Finn Baxendale checked the guest list, frowning. "Miss Moore, the entrance scanner shows their invitations were verified, but we don't know where they are."

He ordered, "Get the manager."

The manager rushed over. "Mr. Baxendale, what's wrong?"

Finn pointed at the empty seats. "Two VIP guests were verified, but they're not here."

The image of the men he'd ejected flashed in his mind. Could it be…?

He glanced at a guard, "You, explain."

The guard recounted the incident.

Jasmine frowned. "Mr. Baxendale, I'll find Mr. Wade. Handle this carefully. I don't like unpleasantness."

Finn glared at the manager after Jasmine left.

The manager, terrified, pointed at Harold, whimpering, "Mr. Baxendale, it wasn't me! That bastard provoked me!"

Finn kicked the manager, cursing, "Snobbish fool! You're fired!"

The manager begged for mercy. "Our lawyer will contact you about compensation," Finn said coldly.

Finn then ordered, "Take him out and break his legs!"

Finn turned to Harold's location, "Bring Harold Wilson to me!"

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Harold, pleased with himself, was excited to meet Finn, believing it would be advantageous. He never anticipated Finn's violent reaction.

Finn kicked Harold, sending him sprawling. Harold lay dazed, muttering about a misunderstanding.

The onlookers were shocked. Whispers circulated: the insignificant Wilsons had offended Finn.

Finn glared at Harold, "Misunderstanding? Fuck you!"

He stomped on Harold again and again, shouting, "Asshole, do you know who you offended?"

Harold cried, protesting innocence.

Finn slapped him, enraged. "You offended Miss Moore's VIP guests! I want to kill you!"

He ordered his men, "Drag this bastard out and beat him! No one from the Wilson family, especially Harold, is allowed in the Treasure Pavilion ever again! Anyone who lets them in, I'll break their legs!"

Harold was dragged out, beaten, and left outside. He was terrified, realizing he'd caused a huge problem for himself and the Wilson family. How could he have known Charlie was Miss Moore's guest?

After leaving the Treasure Pavilion, Charlie and Jacob drove home.

In the car, Jacob sighed, "Charlie, why did you do that? It's fine if you didn't get an invitation, but why take someone else's?"

"Dad, there was nothing wrong with the invitations. They were arrogant and snobbish," Charlie explained. Jacob growled, "If you were smarter and more capable, they wouldn't dare treat us like this! You're a useless wimp!"

Charlie remained silent.

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A Rolls-Royce pulled up behind them. Jasmine stepped out, apologizing to Charlie. "Mr. Wade, I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't see their behavior clearly. I hope you don't take it personally."

Charlie shook his head. "It's not your fault, but the Treasure Pavilion needs to better train its staff."

"Of course, Mr. Wade. The manager involved is fired. Let's return to the auction, shall we?"

Charlie refused. "Miss Moore, my mood is ruined. Let's reschedule."

Jasmine apologized. She retrieved a wooden box and handed it to Charlie. "Mr. Wade, a small token of apology…"

Charlie felt Reiki emanating from the box and accepted it.

Jasmine smiled. "I'll reschedule the auction and have Finn retrain his staff. I hope you'll both join us then."

Jacob was astonished. This was Miss Moore, the one from the Vintage Deluxe incident! She was so respectful to his son-in-law, even willing to reschedule for him!

Was it because of the restored vase?

Jacob thought, 'I need to view my son-in-law differently.'

Charlie agreed to attend the rescheduled auction.

Jasmine apologized again before leaving.

Jacob pointed at the box. "Charlie, what did Miss Moore give you? Open it!"

Charlie opened the box. A potent Reiki surged out.

Jacob peered inside, his face twisting in confusion. He saw a black object, fist-sized, looking like coal but with a rough surface.

Charlie recognized it as lightning-struck wood, a rare and valuable item.

Jacob scoffed, "I thought it was priceless, but it's just a piece of wood."

Charlie smiled, "Dad, it's wood, but not ordinary wood. It's extremely rare."

Jacob was confused. "What is it?"

"Lightning-struck wood. Trees struck by lightning," Jacob said, "But those are common. What makes this precious?"

Charlie explained that the wood's perfectly charred black onyx texture indicated it was struck by exceptionally powerful lightning—a rare, centuries-old event. It was the core of the "Raja Kayu," the king of woods, making it even rarer.

Jacob remained unconvinced. Charlie smiled, knowing the wood's true value: high Reiki content and refinable properties, as detailed in the Apocalyptic Book. Jacob wouldn't understand. Charlie put the box away.