THE BILLIONAIRES FUGITIVE SON IN LAW

Harvey stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol and unpleasant odors. The atmosphere grew tense as everyone's gaze fixated on him, filled with disgust. Margaret, seething with anger, had meticulously planned her 50th birthday party for a whole year, only for her disrespectful son-in-law to ruin it.

Whispers filled the room, "Quick, get your husband out of here!" commanded George to his daughter.

She approached Harvey, intending to calm him down, but he snapped at her, "Don't touch me! I'm sorry for being late, but I didn't even receive an invitation. Can you believe it? I, the son-in-law, excluded from my mother-in-law's birthday celebration!"

Margaret's eyes scanned the room, disappointment etched on the faces of the distinguished guests. "You ungrateful fool," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "Leave this place immediately, or you'll regret it."

"Listen up, Harvey. If you dare bring any more shame upon my daughter and our family, your marriage will come crashing down. And then we'll see what becomes of you," Margaret coldly warned.

Fed up with his behavior, Margaret had reached her breaking point. Harvey seemed determined to be a constant embarrassment to her family.

"Fine, Margaret. I'll leave. But mark my words, this is the last time you'll ever threaten me," he scolded before turning to make his exit. However, a voice from behind interrupted him. "Let him stay. I want to witness the downfall of my cousin, the once great and powerful Harvey Price. Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Richard Darby sneered, shaking his head.

Richard Darby was one of the few people Harvey despised the most. He had endured immense suffering after the tragic death of his father at the hands of Richard’s family, an experience that had left him scarred and fueled his animosity.

Avoiding eye contact, Harvey knew that meeting Richard's gaze would only reopen old wounds. He hastily made his escape, the echoes of laughter and mocking names ringing in his ears.

"Don't you even think about it," Richard commanded, as Halle attempted to chase after Harvey. Within moments, the party resumed as if nothing had happened.

Devastated, Harvey contemplated how much longer he could endure this torment. His marriage to Serena felt like a dance with the devil. Margaret and George seemed determined to pick up where the Darbys and the rest of his family had left off.

Lost in his thoughts, Harvey failed to notice a car barreling towards him. Suddenly, the vehicle screeched to a halt, and a pleasant-looking lady rolled down the window.

"Harvey Price, your father must be rolling in his grave. His once esteemed son, now reduced to a mere laughingstock by those who wouldn't even dare utter the Price name in his presence."

Stunned, Harvey had never encountered this woman before. "Who are you, and how do you know my father?" he questioned.

"It's not about who I am, but what I can offer you," she replied, handing him a contact card before speeding away. Deep down, he knew she was right. How had he gone from being at the top to becoming the prey?

The Price name used to strike fear, but now Harvey had tarnished his father's legacy. It was time for him to get his act together and restore the honor of the Price Dynasty. Uncovering the hidden secrets that everyone was keeping became his top priority. He had been kept in the dark for far too long.