Chapter 4The Billionaire's Daughter-in-L-law

The next morning, I woke up with massive dark circles under my eyes. I’d been too excited to sleep.

There was a knock on the door. I yawned and opened it to find a man in a black suit.

"Ms. Reed? I am Mr. Brown’s assistant, Mr. Davies."

"These are Master David’s car and house keys. Mr. Brown asked me to deliver them to you."

Before I could process what was happening, Mr. Davies handed me a heavy, custom-made tote bag from a private bank. It was filled to the brim with keys of every shape and size.

I nearly dropped it.

His task completed, Mr. Davies gave a curt nod and left.

Carrying the heavy bag, I took the elevator down to the underground garage.

I hit the light switch by the door.

One by one, rows of lights flickered on, illuminating the space. The bag of keys slipped from my fingers and hit the concrete with a loud jangle.

Before me was a garage the size of an amusement park, filled with an endless sea of luxury cars.

There were no Mercedes or BMWs here. The lowest tier was a Porsche 911. Further in, I saw Ferraris, Rolls-Royces, McLarens, Maseratis… you name it, he had it.

I fell to my knees.

So this was the fortune of a billionaire’s son.

My apologies for my earlier disrespect, Master David.

…

After hauling the keys upstairs and locking them securely in my room, I made myself some breakfast.

A little while later, David stumbled down, rubbing his eyes. The moment he saw me, his face soured. "Why the hell are you still here?"

I just smiled and dangled the key to the Crestwood estate.

"Sorry, this is my house now."

"Fuck!"

He cursed, grabbing his jacket from the sofa. "Fine! You stay here, I’m leaving!"

"Where are you going?"

I stepped in front of him. "I'm your wife, remember? You have to tell me where you're going."

"I'm going to the Dynasty Club, and you're not following me!" he snapped, pushing past me.

He stormed out the door, then stopped, patting his pockets. An enraged roar echoed back into the house. "Where the FUCK are my keys?!"

Right here with me.

I chuckled. David shot me a look that could kill before stomping off.

I went back to my room, grabbed a random key, and headed down to the garage. I picked a sleek McLaren and sped off towards the Dynasty Club.

Alright, pretty boy. Let's see if I can't knock you back into line today.