The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 795 The Reason for Unwilling Cooperation

Kingsley glanced at Freddie and said, "It might be wise for you to return to Cleapolis first. Rest assured, Aunt Chermaine is no longer the impulsive young woman she was in her twenties. The thought of your demise might not even cross her mind." NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"Mr. Nicholson..." Freddie's eyes welled with desperation as he implored, "Can't you save me?"

Kingsley waved his hand impatiently and coldly said, "You don't actually believe I'm more merciful than Aunt Chermaine, do you?" His words carried an underlying tone of bloodthirstiness.

Suddenly, a chilling shiver ran up Freddie's spine, instilling fear in his eyes as he cautiously retreated and refrained from further pleading. His earlier desperation stemmed from the notion that Kingsley, a young man, might spare him if he begged earnestly.

However, now he understood why Chermaine referred to Kingsley as an esteemed guest of the Tanners. Through a few exchanges, he perceived that Kingsley's aura was profoundly terrifying— more chilling than even Henrich Tanner's. He couldn't help but ponder whether this was due to the extensive experience in bloodshed and high-ranking positions that endowed Kingsley with such an overwhelming presence.

With determination, Freddie struggled to his feet, his limbs trembling as he mustered the courage to rise. He dared not utter another word and stumbled toward the entrance. In the meantime, his subordinates mirrored his fear-stricken flight, resembling a pack of startled hounds.

Meanwhile, Tommy had just finished drafting the transfer contract. Nervously, he handed the laptop to Kingsley, asking, "M-Mr. Nicholson, please take a look. Is… Is this okay…"

Kingsley glanced at the laptop screen casually and replied, "Take this directly to Neveah."

"Yes, Mr. Nicholson." Tommy retrieved the laptop and aided Jeremy, who sat on the floor in a feeble state. Then, he said, "We'll head to the Neveah Department Store to meet President Wynn shortly..."

In the meantime, Jeremy's soul appeared to have fled his body as he shuffled like a zombie, with Tommy leading the way.

On the other hand, Kingsley was not worried that these two men would engage in shady dealings behind his back. He knew that as long as Jeremy intended to continue residing in the Northern District of Qustia, this man wouldn't dare to defy him.

As for how Reene would navigate Forward Vision Group's leadership after assuming control, his concerns were nonexistent. With Mason overseeing operations and someone who had once been co-president for twenty-four companies, managing Forward Vision Group would be a mere walk in the park for him.

With the departure of Jeremy and Tommy, only Kingsley and the Sheffields remained in the spacious living room.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Sheffield, who had maintained her silence until now, finally spoke up. "Initially, when I heard from Cameron that you had the Federacy's joint Gold Card, I knew you must be from a powerful lineage. However, I never fathomed your background so commanding that even the Tanners would accord you such respect."

However, Kingsley offered a faint smile, opting not to delve into explanations. "Old Mrs. Sheffield, I have already showcased my capabilities as you requested. Can we now discuss the prospect of collaboration?"

Without an immediate affirmation, she took a moment to clarify her standpoint. "Do you know why I've stubbornly refused to expand our business and cooperate with others?"

However, he pondered momentarily and replied, "Your concerns revolve around the fear of business failure, which could jeopardize the Sheffield Family's assets and reputation. Also... You don't want to disappoint your late husband?"

"You are half-right." She nodded and continued, "When my husband passed away, he repeatedly urged me to safeguard the legacy of the Sheffield Family." While saying this, her expression turned wistful. "Do you know how… How did he die?"

Kingsley shook his head and said, "Please tell me the details."

"During that time, Qustia grappled with the aftermath of a war, with many tasks requiring attention. The economy was practically reset, necessitating a fresh start." Old Mrs. Sheffield reminisced, her expression laced with nostalgia. "At that time, my husband brimmed with ambition, aspiring to elevate Sheffield Jewelry into the number one jewelry brand within the Empire of Qustia. He was capable and willing to endure hardships, and coupled with the rich heritage of Sheffield Jewelry, he soon monopolized the entire Cleapolis jewelry industry. Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned..."