Life at the Top

Chapter 2500

It was a warning letter! This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Dear Mr. Kimbra,

We have reason to suspect your involvement in the disappearance of our Ambassador, Jasper Laine. Please contact us immediately and aid our investigation.

If you are unable to provide a satisfactory response, we have every reason to believe that you are trying to provoke the Somer Government.

In such case, Somerland shall blacklist all petroleum trading with the Kurt family and impose economic sanctions on your family.

Kimbra was furious. He was already in a precarious situation. He did not need Somerland rubbing salt into his injuries.

If this was any other time, Kimbra might have ignored this warning letter. After all, all trade between the Kurt family and Somerland was done through an intermediary. However, sanctions from the Elvis and other families meant that the Kurts would have to sell petroleum via their own channels in the future, and Somerland was an important customer.

Kimbra frowned, frustrated and worried.

Yes, the Kurt family profited mainly from petroleum, but they were also involved in other businesses that would be heavily affected by an economic sanction.

With their petroleum business slowly failing, the Kurt family would have to rely on their other businesses. With this letter, Kimbra started doubting if he could make it through the next ten days.

“F*cking Hell! Who the f*ck abducted Jagoan Laine?!” Kimbra punched the wall, leaving a small dent on the exquisitely decorated wall.

The maid beside him shuddered visibly.

Kimbra wanted to shout in indignance. Sure, he had told his men to kill Jagoan, but he had never succeeded.

He thought the assassins he commissioned had fled, but after a few days of radio silence, Kimbra knew that they must have died.

However, if his assassins had failed, then how could Jagoan have gone missing?

Unless there were other people after Jagoan as well.

Kimbra was in despair. He suddenly realized that, more than anyone, he wanted Jagoan alive and well. It was ironic how just a few days ago, he had sworn to tear the man to shreds.

If Jagoan could not be found, Kimbra would become the most likely suspect behind his disappearance. Worst of all, Kimbra could not even defend himself against those allegations.

“No. I cannot just sit here and wait. I have to do something. I need to find traders and a good enough factory to process the petroleum within the next ten days, or all the petroleum we’ve harvested will end up useless. Not to mention that’ll give the other families a good reason to take over our petroleum fields as well…” He muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he had an epiphany.

A name flashed through his mind and Kimbra felt rejuvenated. This was his last chance.

He quickly dialed a familiar number and waited nervously as the phone rang.

He was worried the other party would end the call too, just as Jagoan did. If so, then he was truly, royally, screwed.

Finally, someone picked up the call and an impatient voice echoed from the speaker.

“What the f*ck? You have the nerve to call me at this hour, Kimbra!”

Kimbra was elated. The fact that they picked up meant he still had a chance to convince them to help.