Obedient? Thoughtful? I remembered the awful things Tommy had said about me in the group chat. My brows furrowed. Her grandfather—his hair already silver from age—sensed my displeasure. He quickly dropped to his knees beside her.
“Even if the younger generation likes the new son-in-law, if you, Uncle Wilson, don’t approve, then he’s not worthy of marrying into the Wilson Family.”
In the Wilson Family—an aristocratic clan with a hundred-year legacy—rules were sacred. Even though I was the youngest, I ranked highest in the family hierarchy. That meant I held the power—every resource, every secret, every decision.
To the outside world, I was the venerable Grandpa Josh, feared and revered. But behind closed doors, everyone bowed to me.
I smirked and motioned for him to rise. “Relax. Let’s see how things unfold.”
You wanted to keep me from the engagement banquet, Tommy? Then I’ll enjoy watching you try to marry into the Wilson Family without my permission.
After the crowd respectfully left, a message popped up on my phone from a contact saved as Domineering Lady Meryl Streep.
[Hey handsome, when are we going public? If you keep hiding me, I might just show up uninvited and demand answers]
She wasn’t joking. Meryl wasn’t just anybody—she was the head of the elite council that ruled over Las Vegas’s Four Great Families, including ours. A woman known as the Jade-Faced Hell Lord. Feared by all, except when she got clingy and started acting all cutesy—it made your skin crawl.
I couldn’t help but tease back.
[Then come on over.]
After wrapping up my messages, my stomach grumbled. I picked up my chubby little cat, Oliver and wandered around the estate.
The banquet hall was already being prepped with engagement decorations. The evening event hadn’t started yet and guests were still arriving. People were bustling about in the side hall. But as I walked into the main hall, I noticed something strange—lunch was long past, yet the food hadn’t been cleared.
Then it hit me, no one dared to touch the meal until I had eaten. So I sat down and dug in. I had barely taken two bites when something slammed hard against the back of my head, almost dunking my face into the bowl.
A sharp, shrill voice screamed in my ear.
“You filthy beggar! Even I haven’t eaten yet and you’re already stealing food?!”