All Chapters of Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*Anna*Poppy and I get out of the car and head into yet another department store I own. This is the third one I’ve visited since I became CEO of Savage Enterprises, and I’m hoping there aren’t any rude people in this one. So far, we are zero for two.“I’m so glad we don’t have to worry about you being two people at once this time,” my friend says as we head over to the evening gown section.“Me, too,” I agree. “Since you won’t be there this time, it would be nearly impossible to pull that off.”“Grant could help you, I suppose. But he’ll probably be busy with other members of the Young family. Now that he’s CEO, I should hope they are all showing him more respect,” she says.I almost roll my eyes. “That family wouldn’t know how to show someone respect if their lives depended on it. Well, except for Grandmother Trudy. It doesn’t matter anyway. Thanks to my fast thinking husband, Anna’s not invited, so it’s just one version of me.”We arrive in the area of the store where a large array

*Grant*It’s odd, riding to my grandmother’s retirement party without my wife. As of late, I’ve gotten used to going everywhere with Anna. But I can’t take her to this party because she wasn’t invited.I did contact my grandmother about it because I felt it would sound strange if I didn’t, and until Anna is ready to tell everyone the truth, I don’t want to give anyone any clues as to what’s really going on. I just told her I was disappointed in her choices, and she said it’s her party, and she’ll do what she wants.So here I am, in the back of a black luxury car, being driven to the party on my own. Another driver will arrive with my wife–wearing her A. Savage costume–a bit after I get there. She likes to be fashionably late, and she’s not planning on staying very long.The car pulls up to the event center, one of the many we have built over the years, and there are a lot of photographers outside snapping photos. I hate this. Why must the paparazzi hound us when it’s just a retirement

*Grant*Barbara is sitting on the floor, covered in punch almost the same shade as her dress. Tears stream down her cheeks, rivulets of pink running down her chest and pooling on the ground around her. She looks like a hot mess, and everyone in the entire event center is staring at her.It’s actually Anna who leaps into action first. “Someone get some paper towels,” she says as she rushes over to help Barbara get up out of the puddle of misery. Barbara is so distraught, she doesn’t even push her away. I fully expect her to shout at Anna–A. Savage at the moment–and accuse her of shoving her, but she latches onto her arm, getting Anna wet in the process. Grandmother Trudy barks orders like only she can do. “Get a mop! Someone get that table up. Wash the punch bowl out and refill it. Where is this girl’s mother?”Anna has Barbara up and is moving her toward the bathroom. A staff member runs out with a wad of paper towels, and Anna starts sopping up the excess punch clinging to Barbara’s

*Grant*My eye explodes in pain as I stumble back and try to keep my feet under me. I can’t remember the last time I was sucker punched, but it had to be in middle school.Carson comes at me again, but this time, I’m ready. My cousin is clearly drunk off his ass, and I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t let him hit me again either. He swings, and I catch his arm, flip him around, and put him in a chokehold. All around us, women are gasping, and the crowd backs away.“What in the world is this?” Grandmother Trudy shouts as she comes over, her mouth hanging open in shock.“Carson just punched Grant in the face for no reason!” my mother exclaims, rushing over. “We should call the police!”“Mom, we don’t need to call the police,” I assure her. Carson is doing his best to get free of me, but he must’ve used every ounce of energy he had to throw that punch because he’s not making any progress.“Get security,” Grandmother Trudy says to no one in particular, and four random people rush off l

*Anna*I’m so nervous, I’m about to twist my wedding ring right through my finger. It doesn’t matter how many times Grant tells me it’s all going to be fine. Telling his father the truth has my stomach tied up in knots.“They’ll be here soon,” he says, straightening his tie beside me as we both look into the mirror in our bedroom. I adjust my dress for the hundredth time, wondering if red is a mistake. I wanted to look unafraid, maybe even a little fierce, but they might think I look aggressive. I’ve heard a person should never wear red to court if they’re on trial because it makes them look guilty. I don’t want to look guilty, but I also don’t want to look like I’m still a pushover.Seeing me fidget, Grant places a hand on my shoulder. “You look beautiful, baby. Just let me do the talking, and it’ll be fine.”“No offense, husband, but letting you do the talking didn’t exactly work out for me the last year, especially when it comes to talking to your parents. I don’t mind speaking up