Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 126
When Rebecca was having lunch, Veronica came home crying and ran to her room.
Rebecca followed her into the room with a worried look on her face. Veronica had jumped onto her bed and buried her face in
the pillow as tears kept flowing out. “Veronica,” Rebecca sat down and grabbed her arm. “What happened? Why are you crying
like this? Did someone say anything bad to you?” Blood rushed into her eyes. While she might ignore insults thrown at her, she
found it hard to digest when his sister was the subject of pain. “Tell me his name. I’ll go and put him in his place!”
“Don’t make things worse for me, sis. Just go.”
“Don’t speak like that. Tell me what happened. It will lessen the burden on your heart.”
“Leave me alone, please.”
“Veronica. Nothing will change from crying, “Rebecca sat down and tried to console her.” Only your health will worsen. So,
please listen to me. Tell me what happened, and I’ll try to give you a solution.”
After crying some more, Veronica sat up. Rebecca wiped her tears off, but more tears leaked out nonstop, even though she
wasn’t crying out loud anymore. “Who hurt you this much?” Rebecca was trying her best to not break something in rage.
“I went on a date with the son of the billionaire Ferver family,” she explained, her mouth turned down. “And he said nice things
about dad, mom, brother, and you, but then he said I’m worth nothing because I’m not successful like you three.”
“He dared speak that way to you?” Rebecca’s blood boiled. Her chest size began to increase with every breath. “Who does he
think is? Just because his father’s a billionaire, he thinks he can talk trash to you? I will go and” “He isn’t wrong,” Veronica’s head
was tilted forward.
“What?” Rebecca was surprised. “I don’t have a job, sis,” Veronica’s forehead puckered as her sister lifted her head by the chin.
“I’m still living off of our parents’ money. I’m pathetic, just like he said.” Her heart ached, and she began sobbing again. “No,
you’re not,” Rebecca pulled her closer and hugged her. “You’re not a loser. You’re just slow compared to others because we all
doted on you since you were young. That guy knew nothing about you. He had no idea what he was talking about, so don’t take
his words to your heart. But... who even arranged a date with such a person?” “M-Mom...”
“Tsk, she never takes a rest, does she?” Rebecca touched her forehead. “Anyway, you should come with me.”

Her heart skipped twice. “Where?”
“We will go and teach that prick a good lesson so he wouldn’t hurt another woman like this!” “What?” Veronica shook her head.
“No. Let’s just forget it.” “If you don’t want to come, then I’ll go alone. I can’t just let this matter slide.” Rebecca hadn’t seen
Veronica cry like that in years, so she really wanted to teach Ron Ferver a humbling lesson. “Please, sis. Don’t make this matter
worse,” she held her sister’s hand to stop her.
“Listen, Veronica. You’re undervaluing yourself because of some guy’s words,” Rebecca touched her cheeks and wiped her tears
with her thumbs. “Adults are mainly judged by four things: Looks, skills, character, and wealth. You only lack in the ‘professional
skills department, so don’t think you’re lower than someone with a job. Have more confidence in yourself, okay?”
“M-Mhm, but please don’t go. Let’s just end this thing here,” she begged.
Rebecca pitied her sister. Veronica, who was usually so rebellious, looked like a scared little puppy. She sighed. “Fine, I won’t,
but only if you promise you won’t ever let others walk all over you without a damn good reason.”
“M-Mhm.”
Rebecca smiled and hugged her and kissed on top of her head.
A few hours later.
At a private villa near the sea, Ron and his half-naked friends of both genders were having fun at the shore, playing all kinds of
games. After getting tired, they sat down and chatted under fluffy clouds as wonderful waves crashed at their feet. Some women
asked Ron to compete with them in arm wrestling, and he obliged. As he was having fun giving them a tough time, “Are you
Ron?” a feminine voice reached his ears.
“Mm?” He looked to his right and upward. His eyes saw a woman with prettiness anybody would be jealous of. She was only
standing and gazing, with her hair loosely falling on her shoulders, but there was a faint loftiness in her eyes that looked down on
him and probably everyone else on earth because she looked like some immortal-queen incarnate.
Every woman with working eyes would consider Ron as one of the most handsome men in the world, but such a man was struck
silent by this total stranger. This was even more so the case for other men and women there. The women, especially, were slack
jawed by her beauty and felt miniscule in her presence. A long minute had passed, but nobody said a word. “Are you Ron?” she
asked again. “Y-Yes,” Ron found his voice and got up. He was much taller than her, who was only about 170cm tall, but still, her

gaze was unaffected by his towering figure. “And you are?” “Rebecca Sterling,” she said calmly as waves greeted her feet. She
was dressed conservatively, but she still stood out among the crowd and looked sophisticated and quiet.
Ron’s eyes broadened. “That means... you’re Veronica’s elder sister?”
“Yes, I am,” Rebecca looked at the women in the background. “They say you can tell a man by the company he keeps. Every
woman in your group is in mid twenties, yet they are wearing too much makeup even on a trip like this, as though they’re
begging to be fucked, which makes me wonder if you’re just as attention-seeking as them.”
Ron frowned for a second but then smiled, “You know nothing about me, woman.”
“Hmm, you’re right,” Rebecca said, “but you knew nothing about my sister, either, yet you humiliated her on a date our parents
arranged. Only the weak resort to such cheap actions. I just came here to tell you... that you’re much cheaper than my sister’s
sandals, Mr. Ron Ferver.”
“How dare you run your mouth like that!” the men in the back stepped forth. “Ron, teach her a lesson!”
Ron forced himself to smile and said, “If you back your words with actions, l’ll come to your sister and apologize to her.”
Rebecca raised her brows.
“You just have to win three arm-wrestling matches against three female friends of my choosing,” Ron said. “What do you say?”
“Okay,” Rebecca didn’t hesitate for a second. “But if you lose three times first, you will need to get down on your knees and
apologize to me right here and now,” Ron’s words made his friends snigger.
Rebecca paused for a second before nodding.
(She fell for it!) Ron grinned and looked at one of his female friends who was a state-level arm wrestler, and she winked as
though telling her to leave everything. With a big rock as support, the match started. The first round started, and the opponent
moved her arm before the clap, causing Rebecca to lose. She wasn’t surprised by how they were cheating, but she was angered
by their dishonest means. She was well-prepared for the second round with a different opponent, but this time, the opponent
lifted her elbow before she won over Rebecca; however, everyone else there denied it.
“You can’t lose another match,” Ron reminded her.
Anger almost immobilized Rebecca at this point. Her third opponent was a state-level arm wrestler, which she didn’t know.

Their hands firmly clasped together. Everyone expected Rebecca to lose without their friend resorting to any tricks. The match
ended in a second, as they had expected, but it was Rebecca’s hand that was at the top. The jaws of everyone including that of
Ron dropped and hit the sandy ground.
The opponent, on the other hand, just looked stunned that the match was over before she could do anything “Next,” Rebecca
said indifferently.
“I want to try again,” the state-level player said, gritting her teeth. Rebecca didn’t object. The second round started. This time,
she made sure to put all her strength into the wrist before Ron clapped, which allowed her to stay in the game but not for long,
though. Rebecca pulled her arm closer and swiftly thrashed the opponent’s hand into the rock.
The state-level player cringed in pain as her knuckles bled. Ron and others were completely shocked.
“I’ve arm-wrestled with my eldest brother thousands of times in the past,” Rebecca said in a firm tone. “Though I’m yet to win
against him, you are nowhere near his level.” Her words utterly destroyed the state-level player’s ego and also ate away the
confidence in other females. Though Ron asked them to fight, they shook their heads, afraid to get injured. Rebecca peered at
Ron coldly. “I expect you’ll show up before my sister and apologize to her, or you’ll have accepted that you really are cheaper
than my sister’s sandals.” Saying that she walked away calmly, enjoying the ocean’s breeze.
Ron looked annoyed and furious. He told his friends to get lost from there and leave him alone. “Rebecca Sterling. I’ll make you
pay for this humiliation in my own way.”