Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade

Chapter 739 Pushing His Luck

What?! He’s asking for too much! I’ve just given him ten thousand, and now he wants me to hand over my limited edition Ferrari to that man as well?

Caleb reckoned the old car he just smashed could not be worth more than twenty thousand, barely even enough for him to enjoy a single night out at the bar.

His Ferrari, on the other hand, was worth eight million! Not only was eight million a considerable amount to him, but that limited edition coupe was a priceless gem as well. How could he give it away just like that?

“No! That’s never going to happen! Don’t push your luck, you j*rk! I haven’t even settled the score with you yet for bashing me over the head just now. Don’t you even think of getting my car!” he barked, standing in front of his car protectively.

Alex raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure you won’t recompense?”

“Of course! So what if I just busted that shabby old car? It only costs ten thousand at most. Why should I compensate him with my car?” replied Caleb indignantly.

the middle-aged man came to Alex. “Thank you, young man. I’m really grateful for your help. but I hope you’d let

worked as a private chauffeur and had been to many places, including Kenfort. Thus, he had heard of the Simpsons the last time he was

were still considered an upper-class family in a small place like Nebula

from the modest-looking clothes Alex and Stanley were clad in, the man reckoned they must come from a lesser social class and did not want them to risk offending

family? So what? That’s still no reason for him to

giving you one minute to reconsider. If your answer is

a member of an insignificant, second-class family from Kenfort. That did not give him a free pass to run amok in Nebula

Alex’s boldness. However, he knew he stood no chance of fighting

how Alex had nearly cracked his skull with a brick carlier. Caleb had no doubt that Alex would kill him just as he had claimed. Even though the latter would most likely be sentenced to death for the act, Caleb still despised the thought of

thought, Caleb figured he had no choice but to compromise for the moment.

while I go back and send my men to rough this annoying busybody