All Chapters of Rise of The Trash Son in Law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bobby promised Stefan a strategic position at PT Sanjaya Sawit—placing him as head of cyber-security, making him the first and only person assigned to that post. His primary responsibility would be safeguarding software, networks, and conducting risk-assessment testing. However, Bobby’s promise was set for early next month under the pretext that Stefan needed a week’s rest—a mere alibi. He harbored malicious intentions and had no intention of actually hiring his worthless son-in-law. At the moment, Bobby was accompanying his father on a surprise inspection to audit the office. Grandpa Sanjaya greeted every single employee without exception—taking the initiative himself rather than waiting for them. That was precisely why he was so deeply respected and beloved by his staff. “The hacker was a former employee here?” Grandpa Sanjaya asked, glancing around to observe the office atmosphere. “That’s right, Father. Thankfully, he’s been taken into police custody.” Grandpa Sanjaya glared a

Stefan asked to be excused and headed straight to his room. As the warm water washed over him during his shower, his mind spun in overdrive, trying to make sense of the sudden ambush in the living room. Was everything he had just witnessed real, or was it merely a cruel, elaborate illusion? He truly couldn't tell. He let the water drench his body, feeling the cold droplets sting against his skin before gently massaging his temples. He forced himself to absorb the soothing sensation—for many, a shower was the ultimate therapy to regain composure. Yet as he dried off and prepared to dress, a sharp chill ran down his spine at the thought of Erick sitting comfortably in the main hall. Stefan exhaled a long, heavy breath. Though they were far from close, Stefan knew exactly who Erick was. Refusing to project weakness in front of his wife, Stefan pulled himself together once fully dressed. He squared his shoulders and walked into the living room without an ounce of subservience. He was st

“I don't believe it!” Stefan stared at her, utterly stunned. “I swear to God, I’m not lying.” “Why aren't you working over there with your father then?” “Besides my father forbidding it, I personally just want to build a career here in Indonesia.” “Your father lives in Jakarta—so why on earth did you end up in Palembang, working for a small private firm?” Grace fixed him with a sharp, pointed look. “I wanted a new environment. Why do so many people migrate to Java, especially Jakarta? I wanted to go against the grain. I wanted to forge my own path here.” Stefan tapped at his smartphone. “My chat history with your father is still saved. If I re-apply using your name as a reference, do you think there's a chance I’ll be accepted?” “I can't guarantee anything, Stefan. But I’ll certainly help pitch your name. I’ll tell my father that you’re more than qualified to work there. If you do get accepted, though... how will you handle your family situation?” Stefan leaned his head back ag

On Sunday morning, Stefan decided to pay a visit to Bobby’s house. He had bought a generous spread of fruits—oranges, apples, and grapes—to offer the family. Yet instead of receiving a warm welcome, he was met with cold disdain. “Lionny, I brought something for everyone,” Stefan said softly, placing the two fruit bags onto the dining table. Bobby, who had just finished his morning workout, stepped up directly into Stefan’s face. His thick mustache twitched in tandem with his scowling mouth, a harsh, mocking grin plastered across his face. “My father forced my hand to hire you, you useless excuse for a son-in-law!” Bobby barked. “Keep this in mind: this decision wasn't my personal choice—it came directly from Grandpa Sanjaya. If you commit one single fatal mistake, your time at both this company and in this house is officially dead.” Chyntia Dewi, also clad in activewear, chimed in with a sneer, her eyebrows knit in anger. “And don't even think about moving back here. You’re an abso

From late afternoon well into the evening, Stefan waited for orders at their usual spot, keeping John company. John acted as though he had lost a lifelong companion, even though Stefan had only been away from the road for two or three days. “I want to save up enough cash to buy a decent laptop,” John said, his eyes filled with hope. “You know enough about IT by now,” Stefan encouraged. “Put that knowledge to good use, John.” “There are plenty of freelance gigs online. Besides, I’m getting tired of working out on the asphalt. If I can, I’d rather just earn a living sitting in front of a laptop.” “Keep pushing, my friend. Buy a laptop with solid specs so you won't have to keep upgrading it.” “Will do!” Suddenly, John furrowed his brows, scratching his chin as he posed a deeply curious question. “You’re an IT genius, Stef. You should be filthy rich by now.” John had asked a similar question before, but perhaps Stefan’s previous answer hadn't fully satisfied him, prompting him to bri