Lahat ng Kabanata ng My In-Laws Say I Owe Them Two Million Dollars: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

The moment the call went through, the atmosphere at the counter and the other shops around us seemed to freeze. Layla Lark, my future daughter-in-law, turned completely pale. She grabbed my sleeve tightly and asked in a quivering voice, “Leto, did Apollo…?”I could understand Layla’s reaction. After all, she had suddenly heard her future mother-in-law getting a two-million-dollar tab on the eve of her engagement party. Any woman would immediately think that her fiance had cheated. As I watched the shop attendant’s malicious glee and the blatant disdain in her eyes, I figured out what she was thinking. She thought she was watching the legit fiancee catching the mistress. However, I did not hang up. I just calmly recited the jewelry shop’s address. Before hanging up, I turned around to fix Layla a gentle but firm stare while I spoke clearly for everyone around us to hear. “Calm down, Layla. This has nothing to do with Apollo. I’ll handle it for you. I trust my son. If he cheat

Seeing that I was silent, Mandy thought that she had me, and she immediately wore an expression that screamed, “I’m just doing this for your own good.”“Miss Jackson, our brand is a global franchise, and we have a legal team. If the reporters report about this, they won’t be digging around for news from us, but from you.”Then, she lowered her voice even more as her gaze turned meaningful. “Besides, you’ve earned so much money. I’m sure that some of it is dirty money. Can you really handle being looked into?”I scowled, which somehow made her think that I felt guilty. So, she started talking gently, like she was trying to convince me to just listen to her. “I’m doing this for your sake, Miss Jackson. If there’s smoke, there’s fire, right? Why didn’t that woman do this to anyone else but you? I’m just saying that what if your son really cheated on your future daughter-in-law? If you cause such a ruckus and he did cheat, you’d be humiliating your own family. That’s why you should just

When I dragged Layla out of the jewelry shop’s back door, the two police officers followed. The employee passage in the supermarket was so narrow that it could only allow two people walking side-by-side at a time. One of the LED lights above us flickered as it cast the passage in periods of light and darkness. The air was filled with humidity unique to underground passages, along with the smell of disinfectant. “Miss Jackson, how are you sure that she hasn’t left?” the lead officer asked as he ran. I did not slow down, and my heels let out rapid clacks against the cement floor. “Her background might’ve been blurred, but she didn’t manage to hide one thing.”“What is it?”“The sound.”I took out my phone as I ran and dragged the recorded live stream to the point where the woman had started yelling at the end. Then, I turned the volume up to the maximum. Her shrill curses blasted out of the phone’s speaker again, but that was not what I wanted to show them; it was the faint

The title of the document was [Investigation report into the itinerary and spending habits of Grand Source CEO Leto Jackson’s family.]There were a total of twelve pages, all printed on A4-sized paper. On the first page was my photo, and beside it was my car license plate number, the restaurants and the gym I frequented, and even the fact that I always visited a florist to buy flowers on Thursday afternoon. On the second page was Apollo’s. His photo, company address, the time he got in and off work, the supermarkets he frequented, and the fact that he was going to be in a meeting today were listed. The time had even been accurately predicted to be between 2 p.m. to 3:30 p.m.On the third page was Layla. The fourth page contained the jewelry shop’s employee schedule. My eyes landed on a name circled in red at the bottom right corner of the schedule—Mandy. Next to it was a string of hastily written words, but I could still read them. [Shop owner agreed to cooperate. 30/70 s

Apollo practically ran over, and since he was six feet tall, he nearly tripped over the escalator. He had not even buttoned up his coat, and his tie was skewed. He ran over to Layla first, and without a word, he hugged her while cradling the back of her head. He also rested his chin on her crown. “Sorry,” he said. Layla hummed and buried her face in his chest as she cried. I stood by the side but did not think that I was a third wheel. If I could raise Apollo, I could wait for Layla to finish crying. Thirty seconds later, Apollo released her and turned to me. “Thanks, Mom.”He straightened up, and the panic in his eyes was gone. In its place was the unyielding cold I was familiar with. It was exactly like his father’s. “Wilson sent me a message about Donald while I was driving. I’ve already sent security guards to his office to secure his laptop and phone,” he whispered. I nodded. “If you’re supposed to hand any evidence to the police, do it. Don’t skip out on any le