Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 797 A Scheming Woman

Clara heard a thud on the other end of the line but did not pay much heed to it. After all, she was just telling the truth. As an outsider, whatever happened to their son did not concern her. If this old hag successfully summons Shawn back to her side, then all the effort I’ve put into preparing myself for the Grant family patriarch’s birthday banquet will go to waste. Why would I have thrown myself at this sweaty, fat, middle-aged man if I hadn’t heard through the grapevine that he had been chosen to attend the birthday banquet on the mayor’s behalf

To her, Shawn was a just stepping stone for her to worm her way into the upper crust of the Lumenopolis society.

A short while later, Shawn’s wife finally spoke in a shaking voice. “Tell that Chapman fellow, if anything untoward happens to my son, I’ll haunt him even in my death!”

Clara replied callously, “All right, my darling Shawn is almost done showering. I’ve got to hang up now. Please don’t call us anymore to disturb us in our business.”

Uninterested in hearing what else the old hag had to say. Clara hung up the phone. She checked her hair and makeup and waited for Shawn to emerge from the bathroom.

Not long after, Shawn stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist, his eyes burning with lustful desire.

about to kiss her when she raised her hand and covered his mouth with it.

done something wrong just now. I’m afraid you’ll be angry with me,” Clara said with downcast

asked, “What could my baby have done to make

your son is a little unwell. She wanted you to go back immediately. When I told her you were busy, she started lashing out at me before slamming down the phone,” Clara explained as tears started

her and marry you right away. Even if I’d answered the call myself, I wouldn’t have agreed to go home unless something catastrophic had happened. After all, opportunities like this don’t come

with his answer, Clara finally nodded and even

they had finished engaging in their amorous liaison, they decided to try out the food at Arthur’s Tavern,

trousers. The trousers, which were worth almost one hundred and seventy thousand, had graffiti drawn all over them and even a piece

driver had even asked if the graffiti on his trousers was the latest trend

His phone

message from Auriel telling him that the elder had

lately, and there were mory questions that he had not gotten a