The Vengeful Son-in-law

Chapter 200

Ordinary people didn't know about the family meeting of the Howards due to the wide gap. But for the

upper class in H City and Phoenix , it was a big deal, and many people would pay attention to it.

In particular, those great restaurants in H City and Phoenix would contact the Howards early, hoping to

make a big profit by contracting their family meeting.

This year, they did not choose any restaurant, but directly held in Wind Pavilion, which disappointed

many restaurants and let them feel they missed a big deal. Everybody knew that the Howards had

always been generous. The annual family meeting was held in a grand manner, which would make

those restaurants earn at least ten million dollars.

But on second thoughts, their choice was reasonable. In H City and Phoenix , according to the level,

there was no place comparable to Wind Pavilion. It was a super high-class club. Not everyone could

afford it.

Early in the morning, people from the Howards had already gone to Wind Pavilion, waiting for Tom's

arrival.

Wind Pavilion was the Howards's business, but they only had the freedom of Wind Pavilion but had no

ownership, which meant people from the Howards could only come to Wind Pavilion free of charge, but

they couldn't control Wind Pavilion's running or trade this place. Every year they could only get two-

thirds of the profit-sharing, and the remaining one-third would be automatically deposited into another

account. Members of the Howards were not very dissatisfied with this.

However, they could only obey. Anderson had set such a rule since the club was founded. It was

written down and recorded with legal force. Even Samuel, the current head of the family, could not

change the rule.

Over the years, that account had accumulated quite a lot of money. People from the Howards were

extremely jealous but helpless.

No one knew when they would be able to control the money, because Anderson had already made a

will and kept it at the most authoritative law firm in the country, assuming that it would be released only

two years after his death. Till then the Howards would know what conditions to inherit Wind Pavilion

and the huge sum of money in the will.

The Howards was a big family with many branches, added up to more than 200 people. They were now

all in a room.

As the master of the family, Samuel was sitting at the head of the table in a domineering manner.

Owen sat on his right, Michael on the left, and the other people sat on both sides in line with distinct

ranks.

At this moment, someone complained in a low voice, "Isn't Tom too arrogant? He didn't even arrive so

far. He doesn't take our the Howards seriously."

His voice was not loud, but because it was quiet and the atmosphere was frighteningly depressing, his

words clearly reached everyone's ears. When Samuel heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, obviously

a little unhappy.

Indeed, today was the family meeting, the most important day. All the people were waiting here, but

Tom was late and did not show up until now. This was a disgrace to them.

However, he did not say anything and kept waiting. Tom was holding more than 50 billion dollars in his

hands so Samuel had to endure even if he was angry.

Owen's face was expressionless and his eyes were closed as if he had fallen asleep. Only those who

observed carefully would find that he was not asleep, for his eyes were rolling around, but obviously

awake.

Dylan, who was sitting next to Owen, could clearly feel Owen's aura, which was especially frightening.

This made Dylan feel like he was riding a roller coaster. His body kept tense all the time, and he only

dared to sit half of the chair.

Everyone saw that Samuel and Owen keep silent, and then someone complained, "That's right. Tom

really goes too far. We are all his elders at least, and we let him come back to the family meeting. How

dare him to be that arrogant!"

"We can't do anything about him. He has more than 50 billion dollars in his hands. It is reasonable for

him to be arrogant and disrespect us now."

"I think when Tom comes over late, we should catch him and beat him up, this son of bitch."

"That's right. Beat him up and beat him to give up. We must make him hand over the 50 billion dollars

inheritance obediently..." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

They were all very angry with Tom. Seeing that Samuel and Owen be silent, they spoke louder and

louder, venting their dissatisfaction.

For a moment, the originally quiet hall was filled with all kinds of noise.

Wes, one of the superior executives in Wind Pavilion, was also here. Hearing the dissatisfaction and

anger from these people towards Tom, he couldn't help but be in sweat for Tom!

Today's meeting seemed to be unfriendly to Tom. If Tom really dared to come, then the end would not

be so good!

He was a little regretful. If he had known this, he should have reminded Tom earlier and asked Tom not

to agree to come to the family meeting.

After thinking about it carefully, Wes decided to secretly take out his phone and send a message to

Tom to tell him not to come over.

However, just as he took out his phone and was about to send a message, a cold voice was heard,

"Wes, take your phone back. If you dare to say a word to Tom, I'll break your leg!"

It was Owen. He still closed his eyes and spoke in a faint way, but his words were filled with a terrifying

murderous aura, which made people shudder as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Wes's body trembled hard. His hands trembled violently and his phone fell to the ground.

His scalp was numb, his face was instantly drained of color, and his heart seemed to be twisted. He

was scared from his soul and quickly picked up his phone, not daring to inform Tom anymore.

Only now did he realize that Owen was so scary that he was even more worried about Tom.

Many of the people present were also stunned and looked at Owen one after another, more in awe and

fear.

The originally noisy hall began to quiet down again. No one dared to speak anymore.

However, at this moment, Owen, who had been closing his eyes all the time, suddenly opened his

eyes, as if there was a light flashing across his eyes. He looked at the door fiercely, smiled playfully,

and said, "He's here."

"He's here?" Everyone wondered.

Hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked towards the door. Then they saw a tall figure walking

slowly over under the guidance of a few beautiful waiters.

It was indeed Tom.