I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 795

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."

"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.

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..."