Incomparable Son-In-law

Chapter 8 Someone Big

Jim Hill was having lunch with some VIP guests in LJ Hotel, when he suddenly got a phone call from Ben Green, director of Housing Management Bureau in York. Ben told him to go back to his company immediately. He said someone big was waiting for him there, and that Jim must entertain this person at all costs.

"Mr Green, may I know who this guest is?"

"No idea. It's an order from the top."

The top?

But Ben was already head of Housing Management Bureau; higher than him?

Jim couldn't imagine what or who he'd be dealing with.

But one thing was certain.

It wouldn't be someone he could afford to offend.

Jim quickly ditched his guests and headed to his company.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Evan standing at the door.

The clothes Evan was wearing were pretty common, so Jim scratched him off the potential list.

He walked past Evan, and went to the reception: "Did someone come to see me just now? Where is he?"

The receptionist was stunned.

There was only one person asking to see Jim: Evan.

And she heard Evan making that phone call, asking their boss to, quote, "get his ass over here".

What was his problem, a psycho?

If it weren't that he didn't do anything over the line, she would have called security and have him kicked out.

Brushing these thoughts aside, the receptionist pointed towards Evan: "It's him, Mr Hill."

"Him?" Jim looked dubious.

But he couldn't take any chances. So he walked over and asked in a respectful manner: "Sir, is it you looking for me?"

Evan replied coldly: "Are you Jim Hill?"

"Yes!"

"We need to talk. Where do you want to have this conversation, here, or your office?"

Seeing Evan so calm, Jim began to believe that he must be that someone big.

Because Jim was a billionaire; everyone was excited to meet him, flatter him and butter him up. They never acted so cool.

"My office, please!"

After getting into his office, Jim had his assistant bring Evan a cup of coffee, and asked charmingly: "Sir, do you know director Ben Green?"

"Ben Green? No."

"No?" Jim was confused. Could it be that Evan wasn't the person Ben Green told him about? "Then what can I do for you?"

Evan asked with a cold face: "Is Sam Hill your son?"

Jim nodded: "He is. Do you know him?"

Evan again replied: "No!"

"!!!"

Jim furrowed his brows and snapped: "Why are you asking about him, if you don't know him?"

Evan said coldly: "Your son did something very wrong today. I'm here to collect the debt."

Jim was getting a little impatient. He asked, a bit confused: "What did he do?"

"He harassed my wife. And you'll see to it that he gets punished."

"Who's your wife?"

"My wife's name is Rachel Scott. She is an estate agent at your son's company."

This was getting ridiculous.

His son got his hands on an employee, and now the employee's husband was here to complain about it?

At this point, Jim was already one hundred percent sure that Evan was just a nobody.

Which big person would tell on someone to his dad because he harassed your wife, like you would do in, well, kindergarten?

Well, definitely NOT the person he was looking for.

At least that was cleared off.

Jim leaned back a little, and announced in a condescending tone: "My son harassed your wife? Do you have any evidence? 'Cause if you don't, I can sue you for defaming my son."

Evan snorted: "Your son called my wife to his office. Soon after, my wife ran out crying with her clothes messed up. That, is the evidence."

Jim laughed a hearty laugh, as if he just heard some joke: "That's your evidence? Well good luck on that. My son didn't do it. Do you know why?" he paused, as if asking a three-year-old what two and two equals: "Because no one saw it. And even if he did, so what? Maybe your wife seduced my son."

"And she has a good cause too. My son is the young master of DH Group. In short, he's wealthy. Many women fling themselves at him. And your wife is just one of them! Funny you're not with your wife now, teaching her a good lesson, but here with me, complaining and asking for justice! Haha!"

Truth be told, Evan wasn't shocked by this treatment.

Power could be seen abused everywhere the world over.

Those drunken with power and wealth, because they could buy themselves in and out of everything, shut their eyes to the pain and suffering of the poor and weak.

But that did not mean they could get away with everything.

Evan chuckled: "That'd be the biggest mistake you ever made. I already gave you a chance, so I guess no hard feelings."

Evan took out his phone and called the family internal line.

"I want DH Group gone in half an hour."

With that, he hung up and looked hard at Jim, his eyes shining with a cold and dangerous light.

Jim laughed while pounding his hand on the table as if he heard something funny.

"Haha! I'm so scared. You want my company to go bankrupt within an hour? Who did you just call, Thanos? You think you can shut down my company with a snap of fingers?"

"Let me tell you something, young boy," Jim smirked, "Sometimes you gotta accept life as it is. Being someone like you, it's poor, tiresome, and insufferably mundane. You've got no money, no power, no talent; you feel trapped, helpless, and worthless. You feel, in a word, life has done you wrong," he concluded in a condescending tone, "Take it from someone who've been around for a long time, sometimes you just need to, well, how do young men put it nowadays, suck it."

He looked hard at Evan, as if waiting for him to get angry.

Actually, these words did get to Evan, because that was exactly how he had been feeling for the past three years...abused and insulted, penniless and worthless, without any glimmer of hope.

But money....that was why Jim had no qualms, not even a single bit, about bullying him, wasn't it?

What if he took all that away from him, making him as poor as him?

Would he still be such a jackass?

Thinking about this, Evan returned the smirk: "Let's see, shall we?"

Time was ticking; and soon half an hour had gone by, but there was still no message from anyone.

The ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard clearly, as if the whole world just got quiet.

Suddenly, Evan's phone buzzed.

It was an incoming call.

"Hello?" Evan answered it.

The clear female voice on the other side of the phone could be heard clearly across the room: "Mr Evan Johnson, we have arranged your request. DH Group will be bankrupt in exactly 5 seconds. Five, four..."

A look of panic crossed Jim's face as he heard the countdown....could it be that he really made a terrible mistake? No, no, it couldn't be!

"Three, two, one."

At this precious second, Jim's secretary rushed in.

"Mr. Hill, someone's buying our company's shares, and selling them at a low price! Our stock market is failing. The index has fallen by ten percentage as we speak, and we've already lost hundreds of millions!"

"What?" Jim was stunned. He turned towards Evan, who was looking exceptionally calm and relaxed.

Before Jim could think this through, the head of the finance department rushed over.

"Mr. Hill, I just got some phone calls from our creditors. They wanted us to pay them back immediately, or they'll sue us!"

At this moment, another manager ran in.

"Mr. Hill..."

"What now?!" Jim snapped.

The manager swallowed: "Just now, the Real Estate Safety Supervision Bureau called. They said there are quality issues with the houses we're selling. They wanted us to stop selling them immediately before they did a thorough inspection of all of them."

Jim's face was drained of color.

His company...the company he had built with years and years' effort was falling apart within 20 minutes?

He legs got weak.

A voice inside him was telling him that he was mistaken, that Evan WAS that someone big.

"Out, all of you! No matter what happens, don't disturb us!" Jim shouted.

When they were alone, Jim walked over to Evan, and knelt down in front of him.

"Sir, I was wrong. Please spare my company!"

Evan smiled coldly: "It hasn't been an hour yet. You're already giving up?"

Jim was desperate. He'd already lost hundreds of millions; if this went on, he'd be bankrupt!

"I give up. Please forgive me and spare my company. I'll do anything."

Evan said: "Very well then. First, I want you to break your son's one hand and one leg. Second, you'll apologize to my wife in person. Third, you'll not tell anyone about what happened today. If you failed any of it, I'll personally make sure your company gets destroyed in front of your eyes, and make your life a living hell. Is that clear?"

Evan gave Jim a polite smile, as if he said nothing cruel.

His eyes had turned pitch black, and his voice emotionless, looking almost like a cold and distant god as he looked down at Jim.

Jim collapsed on the ground under such piercing gaze.

"You have only three days," Evan tilted his head, before continuing with an innocent smile on his face, "Don't disappoint me again, okay?"