Son-In-Law Madness

The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 69

Frankie had a flaw. He was lustful and enjoyed being around women.

At that time, he was busy fooling around with another woman in his office at Frankie Realty’s headquarters. He was seated on the couch. A woman crouched before him as her head moved up and down.

She was none other than Rebecca.

Earlier during the opening of Donter Pictures, she was sent to represent Frankie to talk with Wynter about the endorsement. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Of course, Frankie knew he could not afford to hire Wynter to endorse his company. So instead, his target was any of the thirty-two artists waiting to be signed. Although Frankie was a pervert, he was also a visionary man. He knew that Donter Pictures would definitely house at least one or two top celebrities in the near future.

In fact, the discussion was almost finalized, and the celebrity was Vanessa.

“Mr. Yates, can’t you tell me what had happened to my sister?” Rebecca flashed him a flirtatious look, her hair touching his abdomen.

Frankie stroked her head. “Didn’t she tell you anything after crossing a big shot?”

“Nope.” Rebecca shifted into another posture and said in a seductive voice, “She only told me that someone had warned her. However, she couldn’t tell me more, or else she’d get herself in great trouble.”

Frankie leaned against the couch with a look of pleasure on his face. “I only know that the person is a big shot and someone that even I could not afford to mess with.”

He did not tell her that even his uncle could not afford to mess with that big shot.

Despite his uncle’s influential status in Pollerton, Frankie was told to never mess with the owner of Donter Pictures.

Rebecca paused, “Is that person really so scary?”.

“That’s none of our business. You can just focus on being a secretary at Frankie Realty instead. You’ll get all that you deserye,” said Frankie.

He was twenty-five years old, and he was a handsome man.

“Anyway, have you settled the problem of Stanley beating up someone earlier today?” asked Frankie.

Rebecca said, “I’ve made the necessary arrangement. He’s just a nobody. I doubt that will cause any trouble to us.”

“Why did you tell Stanley to beat him up?” Frankie sat up and grabbed her by the hair.

Rebecca concealed her painful expression, and there was an excited glint in her eyes when she said, “I can’t stand watching a nobody like him dreaming of changing his destiny with the commission he gets for selling off a property.”

She and Rafe were both from humble backgrounds, and tħey were also from the same village.

Rebecca had to sell herself repeatedly to get a million, yet Rafe could already get the same amount of money after selling off a house.

Since Stanley refused to pay Rafe the full commission, she figured she could also take advantage of the situation.

“All right. We can’t change what has been done. Focus on your task now.” Frankie could not be bothered about that. “As you said, he’s just a small fry. Who cares if he’s beaten up?”

In another room at Frankie Realty’s headquarters, Stanley was grinning from ear to ear.

He was the sales champion of the month. It was almost impossible to sell off a property in Pollerton Estates. Even if a purchase were made, they would not be able to collect the full commission either. To his surprise, not only did Rafe actually manage to get a buyer, but the buyer even paid them two million as the commission without hesitation.

Every property company in Pollerton would split the commission into two halves with its sales agents, which meant Rafe should have gotten a million. As a manager, Stanley would have to hand in three hundred thousand from his commission to cover the management fees, and he could only pocket the remaining two hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand was already a huge sum of money.

However, Stanley was not satisfied with that. He wanted to get Rafe’s portion of the

money as well.

Frankie had never been the type of boss who would interfere much with the management of the company as long as he got to collect the monthly management fees.

Thus, Stanley had beaten Rafe up.

As for the consequences to bear, Stanley was not afraid even if Rafe’s father-in-law were to come to seek justice for Rafe.

He had Frankie backing him up, and there was no need for himto be afraid of a thug

Moreover, he had gained more connections over the past years too.

“Mr. Yeager, someone is outside. He claims to be Rafe’s friend,” said a clerk with a petite frame.