Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy
Chapter 102

Chapter 102

CHAPTER 102

The next morning. In Pure Waters bar. “He’s been drinking since yesterday,” one of the barmaids wastalking with other maids. “He has drunk way past the limit. I told him to leave, but he isn’t listening. At thisrate, he’ll die.” “Let’s report to the manager, then.”

The maids then went and complained to the owner. He brought a few bodyguards with him and politelytalked with Benjamin. But he wasn’t even listening, so the bodyguards lifted him up and brought him outand tossed him out on the streets.

“You kept your bar open for the whole night, even after the allowed time limit,” Benjamin complained, “butyou kick me out now?” he sniffled a little. “This is where I first met my wife. I only wanted to spend sometime here, so let me in.”

“Don’t make us beat you, mister,” the two tall and huge bodyguards warned Benjamin.

“You picked the words right out of my mouth,” his gaze warned them in return.

“You’re too drunk, but if you want a fight, we’ll give it to you,” one of the guards went for a slap, but hisattack was stopped effortlessly, and then Benjamin slapped him. The next second, the big guy was onthe ground. The second guard couldn’t see what just happened. He only blinked once, and then theother guy was hugging the ground.

“What trick did you use!” enraged, he threw a vicious punch. Benjamin swiftly deflected the punch andelbowed his chin, lifting the big dude up into the air. His heavy body flew through the entrance, his eyesturning white before even he hit the floor. ‘

The manager, who was watching everything through the cameras, rushed out in rage, ready to take outhis gun.

A 1980 mustang stopped at the entrance. A tall man with gray hair stepped out, smoking a large cigarand blowing out the smoke in style.

“Sir Rodnie!” the manager rushed out and humbly greeted him. “What brought you here? If you hadcalled me, I would have come to your place in a second!”

Benjamin glanced at this gray-haired man. He was the principal of the school Lisa and Roshan werestudying at.

The principal looked arrogant and confident until his gaze landed on Benjamin and recognized his face ina few seconds. His expression steadily changed, and he scuttled up to Benjamin, throwing the cigaraway and blowing the smoke away from before his mouth by waving his hands. “W-What are you doingout here, sir?” he asked respectfully, shocking the manager.

Benjamin was still covered in wounds, though not as severe as they were the previous day.

“What are these wounds?” Rodnie humbly asked. “Who dared to offend you?”

Benjamin rubbed his forehead as he was suffering from a severe headache. “Can I go inside?”

“Inside the bar?” Rodnie asked. “Of course. This whole block is ours. You can enter and leave wheneveryou want.” “Thanks,” Benjamin entered the bar by stepping over the belly of the guards on the floor.Rodnie and the manager followed him. “Who is he, sir?” the manager asked in a low voice. “Even if I tellyou, you wouldn’t know,” replied Rodnie. “But one thing I’ll tell you is to treat him or anyone related to himwith utmost respect when they come here to this bar.” “Yes, sir,” he said. Though he was the owner of thebar in the front, the real owner was Rodnie who ran the show from behind the scenes. Be it from sellingdrugs or hooking up deals between shady parties underground, he dealt with everything. Rodnie wantedto guide Benjamin to the VIP rooms, but Benjamin sat outside at a corner, the same table where he andRebecca first met and shared drinks together. He wasn’t talking even though Rodnie tried to start aconversation. After a long, pointless effort, Rodnie told the manager to take care of Benjamin before

going to his private basement, which he used for many purposes but primarily for sports betting. Themanager patiently waited at a table not far from Benjamin, ready to answer. One of the maids swannedover and asked him, “Wasn’t Sir Rodnie an underboss in the past? Why did he give so much respect tothat bearded guy over there? Who is he?”

“Why don’t you go and ask him?” the manager said with a poker face.

“Huh, so sarcastic,” the maid pinched his cheek and brought him into the mood. He grabbed her butt andgave a good pinch, making her jump and then hop away to clean the tables. An old beggar walked intothe bar, and the owner stood straight away. “Whoa, there. This isn’t the place where you can beg. Getlost.”

“He’s with me,” Benjamin said, stopping the owner in his tracks. The old beggar came up to Benjamin’stable and took his time to sit down and sigh. “You look more terrible than your beard, Master.” “Did youcome here to just say that, Alfred?” Benjamin pushed the wine glass toward him. Alfred put a file on thetable, which caught Benjamin’s attention briefly. “Haven’t you tried enough? Sign it, and I’ll deliver it tothe Sterling family. You don’t even need to go there, or make them come looking for you. Go back home,and… I’m sure Rye will understand.” “No matter how hard you try, you can’t change my mind,” he put acouple of ice cubes in the red wine and gulped down all of it.

“Then what are you gonna do? Waste hours in a bar? Time is a valuable thing, Master. I think you’re soobsessed with this woman you’ve forgotten that the clock never ticks backward.” “Who’s wasting hours?”Benjamin poured more wine into the glass. “Can’t you see me drinking?” “Then, keep drinking,” Alfredstood. “I’ll come back in the evening, so make a decision by then. I’ve gotta report this whole thing toyour father, after all.”

Alfred left without saying another word.

“He left without drinking.” Benjamin picked up the file and checked the contents. As expected, they weredivorce papers.