Invincible Heir

Chapter 182 A Wake for the Dead

Seeing Jerome’s worried expression, Baron suddenly spoke, “If I remember correctly, the Wilson family

has a large real estate company, right?”

Jerome jolted, understanding that Baron was looking at the real estate business of their family now.

“Yes. Wilson Properties is a real estate property under the Wilson family.”

Jerome told the truth, already considering how to turn down Baron’s request.

“Since Wilson Properties is a real estate enterprise and River Construction Materials is a raw materials

enterprise, would Mr. Wilson consider cooperating with River Construction?”

Baron narrowed his eyes and stared at Jerome.

So it really was the case. Jerome winced internally and had already readied a refusal. “I’m really sorry,

Mr. Owen, but I can’t help you with that.”

Baron had expected Jerome to refuse. River Construction Materials was a small business. A small

company that Baron had bought to get into the Cona market. It hadn’t had time to develop yet.

And Wilson Properties was the main company of the Wilson family. Forget Cona. It was a big name in

all of Nona.”

These two companies were leagues apart with no chance of working together.

“I’m not going to lie, Mr. Owen, within the Wilson family, no one is allowed to interfere with the business

under another. I’m not responsible for real estate.”

Jerome said honestly, seeming sincere.

Baron hadn’t expected that. If it really was the case, it wouldn’t be right to go to Jerome about the

cooperation.

“Then what are you responsible for, Mr. Wilson?” Baron asked.

“Mainly the entertainment business,” Jerome replied.

The Wilson family was most involved in entertainment and real estate.

The fact that Jerome was managing entertainment for the whole family proved how highly he was

regarded within the Wilsons.

After brief consideration, Baron said, “In that case, I won’t make an unreasonable request. You can

leave now!”

Jerome blinked, letting out a sigh of relief seeing that Baron wasn’t angry. He’d thought Baron would

have pushed it.

“Thanks, Mr. Owen! Don’t worry. My people won’t offend you any longer.”

Jerome promised.

Sion and gang saw Jerome’s respect towards Baron and grew slack-jawed with fear.

Baron’s gaze fell on them, and their backs were soaked through with cold sweat.

“From this day onwards, Cona is no longer your home. If I see you again, you won’t be as lucky as

you’ve been today. Get out!”

Baron barked.

“Everything we have is in Cona, Mr. Chairman, please, give us one last chance, we won’t do it again!”

Hearing that Baron was having them leave Cona forever, the group lost their nerve and started

groveling.

Like they’d said, Cona was their home. Their friends and family were all here.

It was unbearable to chase them out forever.

“One more word out of you, and you can stay here for eternity!”

Baron said suddenly, his voice wintry.

He couldn’t be bothered to debate with insignificant insects who abused their own authority to bully

others and went where the wind blew.

But mistakes were mistakes, and ought to be punished accordingly.

Feeling the cold in Baron’s tone, the group trembled and didn’t dare speak. They left.

“I’ll leave too, then, Mr. Owen?”

Jerome said carefully. He always felt as if he was locked in a place with a dangerous animal whenever

he was with Baron.

“How’s it going with your task?”

Baron asked suddenly.

Ever since the Domom SPA had fallen into his hands, no one had shipped any girls in. Baron had to © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

suspect if the Wilson family had selected a new exchange point.

Jerome shivered as Baron asked about it suddenly, and hurriedly shook his head. “We haven’t been in

contact for a long while.”

“Do you think I’m easy to fool, Jerome?”

Baron crossed his arms behind his back. His face was calm, but Jerome could sense a hint of rage.

He was a bit fearful, but insisted, “I’m not trying to fool you, Mr. Owen! Domom SPA is in your hands. If

they contacted us, I’d tell you.”

Baron didn’t speak, only staring all of a sudden at Jerome.

Jerome was already fearful, and Baron’s sharp gaze cut through him like a knife, making his anxiety

bubble inside him.

“I’ll ask you again. Have you been in contact with those people?”

Baron suddenly asked once more.

He still looked calm, but there seemed to be two razor blades in the depths of his pupils pointed

straight at Jerome.

“I really haven’t!” Jerome insisted.

“Fine, you can go!”

Baron said mildly and didn’t push the matter.

Jerome hurriedly took Sion’s group and left, leaving only the River Construction Materials staff in the

warehouse.

Terry looked at Baron, sighing internally and regretting his underestimation and harsh words from

before.

Even the son of the Wilson family was so cautious in front of him. What right did he have to look down

on him?

Terry’s assistant Wyatt looked at Baron admiringly. This man, younger than him by a few years, wasn’t

just the chairman of River Construction, but actually managed to get Jerome to bow down to him.

“Now that it’s all normal on your side, Mr. Perry, I’ll be off.”

Baron said.

“All right, I’ll leave you to your work!” Terry said hurriedly.

Baron drove off fully. Wyatt looked at Terry, excited, asking, “Mr. Perry, what kind of person is the

Chairman? Even a Wilson is scared of him. That’s incredible!”

Terry looked mildly at Wyatt. “The Chairman doesn’t like having people pry into his secrets. You’d better

not get too deep. You could lose your job… or your life.”

Hearing that, Wyatt trembled, wiped the cold sweat off his brow and smiled, “I was just asking around.

Didn’t mean to pry.”

On his end, Baron had already driven off.

On the way, he made a call. “Get eyes on Jerome and see who he’s been in contact with recently.”

“Yes, sir!”

…

The Davis family was one of the four great families of Cona.

The Davis Manor was decorated in funeral colors. The atmosphere was one of mourning.

Bill Davis’ body was interred in the chamber set up in the courtyard.

Within the lavish mansion, in front of a large meeting table, all Davis family members were gathered.

The head of the family, Ollie Davis, was seated at the head of the table, his face cold.

“Sir, I’ve investigated Bill’s death thoroughly. It really was the young man named Baron who did it!”

A middle-aged figure stood up and said.

Hearing that, Ollie flew into a rage, killing intent pouring from his being.

“In that case, I’ll make his blood an offering to Bill tomorrow!”

Ollie spat, face contorted.

Every person there felt the murderous aura coming from Ollie in that moment. The entire room was

quiet, the only noise there being that of their breaths.