Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade
Chapter 740

Chapter 740 Daddy Is A Superhero

"No, I can't accept this. Caleb already paid me fifty thousand as compensation. Frankly, you look like you. need this car more than I do. Why don't you keep it for yourself?" the middle-aged man suggested.

Then, he paused for a moment and seemed to hesitate before going on, "I ought to remind you that Caleb Simpson is someone we can't afford to trifle with! I suggest you avoid going out as much as possible in the coming days, just to be safe.

Alex did not heed his words at all, as he did not feel the least bit threatened by the Simpson family.

With a light-hearted chuckle, he pushed the car keys into the man's hand.

Face lighting up with joy, the middle-aged man gazed at the Ferrari and could not bring himself to look away. It was common for men to be obsessed with cars, and he was no exception.

After thanking Alex profusely, he drove away in the Ferrari, so happy that he seemed to have forgotten all about the injury on his forehead.

The onlookers gazed at him enviously, which was not surprising, considering he had just exchanged a car that was barely worth twenty thousand for a luxury car worth eight million.

They would have rushed forward like him earlier if they had known that would happen. Even if they had to suffer a blow to the head, a Ferrari would still be worth the injury.

Holding Stanley's hand in his, Alex walked out of the crowd and went to the stall owner, handing him the ten thousand Caleb just gave him.

The stall owner stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. Earlier, he had thought Alex would get into trouble for going over, but the latter turned out to be a ruthless character.

Not only had he smashed a brick on Caleb's head, but he had also gotten ten thousand from him.

Thinking of how the other man had just driven the Ferrari away, the stall owner did not think it was unreasonable for him to accept the money.

Finally, after thanking Alex, he took the cash and promised to serve him free breakfasts at his stall for the rest of the year.

Alex knew free breakfasts would not amount anywhere close to ten thousand, but he did not comment on that.

Instead, he merely smiled and left with Stanley.

On their way back, Stanley said, "Daddy, you were so cool just now, like the superheroes in movies who go around seeking justice and punishing bad people. I want to be just like you when I grow up!" Tousling the boy's hair fondly, Alex replied, "You're going to be even greater than me when you grow up, Stanley! When the time comes, it'll be your turn to protect me!"

Stanley nodded earnestly. "Yes, I will protect you, Daddy, just like how you've always protected me."

While that was going on, Caleb entered a room in a five-star hotel in Nebula City.

"Mom! A beggar just whacked my head with a giant brick and then snatched away the new car you just bought for me!" he whined as he dove into the arms of a woman, a forlorn expression on his face. The woman's name was Sheryl Little. Although she was almost in her fifties, her well-maintained appearance created the illusion that she was, at most, in her mid-thirties. Adorning herself with jewelry, she exuded an elegant and regal air.

She was, in fact, the pampered eldest daughter of the Little family, which was one of the most distinguished families in Kenfort. After marrying beneath herself into the Simpson family, she held substantial authority within the household. To boot, she had also given birth to an only son, Caleb, whom she loved unrestrainedly.

"Someone dared to bully my son? I can't believe such a bold man exists in this small city! Whoever it is must be tired of living!"

Overwhelmed with rage, she slammed her palm onto the desk with such force that even the glass on it shook a little.

"It's about time that insolent son of yours learns a lesson! You've spoiled him too much, so you'd better not join him in stirring up more trouble!" warned Caleb's father, Yann Simpson.

He sighed and went on. "We only came to Nebula City to attend a party held by the patriarch of the Jefferson family. He's celebrating his son's birthday today, so could you two stop causing trouble, please?"

Sheryl immediately retorted, "What do you mean by we're causing trouble? Can't you see how badly our son is hurt? We have to take revenge for him today, even if it means we have to skip that birthday party. later!"