Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 102 The next morning. In Pure Waters bar. “He’s been drinking since yesterday,” one of the barmaids was talking with other maids. “He has drunk way past the limit. | told him to leave, but he isn’t listening. At this rate, 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 politely talked with Benjamin. But he wasn’t even listening, so the bodyguards lifted him up and brought him out and tossed him out on the streets.

“You kept your bar open for the whole night, even after the allowed tlimit,” Benjamin complained, “but you kickout now?” he sniffled a little. “This is where | first met my wife. | only wanted to spend sthere, so letin.” “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 his attack was stopped effortlessly, and then Benjamin slapped him. The next second, the big guy was on the ground. The second guard couldn't see what just happened. He only blinked once, and then the other guy was hugging the ground.

“What trick did you use!” enraged, he threw a vicious punch. Benjamin swiftly deflected the punch and elbowed his chin, lifting the big dude up into the air. His heavy body flew through the entrance, his eyes turning white before even he hit the floor. * The manager, who was watching everything through the cameras, rushed out in rage, ready to take out his gun.

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

“Sir Rodnie!” the manager rushed out and humbly greeted him. “What brought you here? If you had called me, | would have cto your place in a second!” Benjamin glanced at this gray-haired man. He was the principal of the school Lisa and Roshan were studying at.

The principal looked arrogant and confident until his gaze landed on Benjamin and recognized his face in a few seconds. His expression steadily changed, and he scuttled up to Benjamin, throwing the cigar away and blowing the smoke away from before his mouth by waving his hands. “W-What are you doing out 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 | go inside?” “Inside the bar?” Rodnie asked. “Of course. This whole block is ours. You can enter and leave whenever you 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 | tell you, you wouldn't know,” replied Rodnie. “But one thing I'll tell you is to treat him or anyone related to him with utmost respect when they chere to this bar.” “Yes, sir,” he said. Though he was the owner of the bar in the front, the real owner was Rodnie who ran the show from behind the scenes. Be it from selling drugs or hooking up deals between shady parties underground, he dealt with everything. Rodnie wanted to guide Benjamin to the VIP rooms, but Benjamin sat outside at a corner, the stable where he and Rebecca first met and shared drinks together. He wasn’t talking even though Rodnie tried to start a conversation. 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. The manager patiently waited at a table not far from Benjamin, ready to answer. One of the maids swanned over and asked him, “Wasn't Sir Rodnie an underboss in the past? Why did he give so much respect to that 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 and gave a good pinch, making her jump and then hop away to clean the tables. An old beggar walked into the bar, and the owner stood straight away. “Whoa, there. This isn’t the place where you can beg. Get lost.” “He’s with me,” Benjamin said, stopping the owner in his tracks. The old beggar cup to Benjamin's table and took his tto sit down and sigh. “You look more terrible than your beard, Master.” “Did you chere to just say that, Alfred?” Benjamin pushed the wine glass toward him. Alfred put a file on the table, which caught Benjamin's attention briefly. “Haven't you tried enough? Sign it, and I'll deliver it to the Sterling family. You don’t even need to go there, or make them clooking 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 a couple of ice cubes in the red wine and gulped down all of it.

“Then what are you gonna do? Waste hours in a bar? Tis a valuable thing, Master. | think you're so obsessed 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 seedrinking?” “Then, keep drinking,” Alfred stood. “I'll cback in the evening, so make a decision by then. I've gotta report this whole thing to your 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 were divorce papers.