The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 792 A Way Out

Though not naturally timid, Freddie found the Tanners' punishment methods unbearably brutal. The seemingly casual remark "deal" from Chermaine concealed a sadistic form of retribution beyond human endurance.

After hanging up, Kingsley stowed away his phone. Only then did he realize an eerie stillness had descended upon the Sheffield Family's living room. The silence was so profound that the faintest sound would be audible.

At this instant, a chill seemed to permeate the air, freezing everyone's expressions in shock and rendering them immobile, too fearful to move. They comprehended everything from the exchange they had just overheard, and the voice on the other end of the line was indeed the third aunt of the Tanner Family. Moreover, her affectionate tone and reference to Kingsley as an esteemed guest left everyone dumbfounded.

Earlier, these people had been deriding Kingsley disdainfully and were unaware he was a formidable "big boss." It finally dawned on them that Kingsley had tolerated the ridicule because he regarded himself so far superior to them that they were unworthy of his attention.

Gulp!

Suddenly, an audible gulp echoed through the room, and Jeremy's teeth involuntarily chattered. The clattering seemed loud in the living room's uncanny silence.

Then, Kingsley's gaze shifted to him. "Mr. Windsor, are you alright? Are you feeling chilly in the middle of summer?"

Thud!

A shudder coursed through Jeremy's body, causing him to slide down from his seat just like Freddie did earlier. "I... I never meant to compete with you..." he stammered, panic lacing his voice. "It's Mr. Mor... Freddie wants to cooperate with the Sheffields. I'm not qualified to compete with you in this cooperation. This matter has nothing to do with me!"

After hearing this, Kingsley's lip curled into a sneer, and he said, "If memory serves me right, didn't you insult my elder sister earlier?"

"I..." In an instant, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Jeremy's back. The icy tendrils of the air conditioner's breeze made his entire body shiver while his complexion turned ashen, resembling that of a man struck by a grave illness. "M-Mr. Nicholson, I didn't mean to insult President Wynn..."

His voice faltered, hoarse and feeble. He struggled to find the right words amidst the mounting tension. "I… I had no knowledge of your immense influence. I implore you to pardon my actions, as I swear not to repeat them..."

Meanwhile, Kingsley reclined in his chair, a sense of detachment evident in his demeanor. "What are you begging me for? I have no intention of doing anything to you."

"Then... " A glimmer of hope flickered in Jeremy's eyes upon hearing these words. "Then, are you letting me off?"

"It's not about letting you off, but rather that I'm occupied with matters far more significant than you." Kingsley's tone remained detached. "Moreover, I've already informed Aunt Chermaine that the individual who insulted her was Jeremy Windsor, the chairman of the Forward Vision Group. Do you think she'll show you mercy?" Then, he locked eyes with Jeremy and continued, "Presently, you face two probable outcomes. Either the Ethereal Group obliterates the Forward Vision Group, or the Tanners dispatch their underworld force to end your life. Given her disposition, the probability of these outcomes coinciding is over ninety percent."

His words struck Jeremy like a hammer. Overwhelmed with fear, he kneeled before Kingsley, pleading, "Mr. Nicholson, please save me! Please call Miss Chermaine and ask her to spare me!"

However, Kingsley looked at him indifferently and asked, "Why should I save you?"

"I..." Jeremy's mind raced, but he struggled to find an answer. In desperation, he surrendered his dignity and resorted to kowtowing repeatedly. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

At this juncture, the collapse of his company held little significance for him. He believed he could rebuild a small business with his abilities, ensuring his family's sustenance.

Alternatively, he would be doomed if the Tanners dispatched their underworld forces, given his acute understanding of the Tanners' standing in the underworld. A single directive from them could effortlessly wipe out his entire Windsor Family. Even after their deaths, society would not bat an eyelid since the Tanners could effortlessly suppress the matter, even holding the authorities at bay.

On the other hand, Chermaine's murderous intent still resonated in Jeremy's ear, and he doubted such a woman would reverse her stance and pardon him. Moreover, he was acutely aware that she was no ordinary woman. Consequently, he beseeched Kingsley to intercede on his behalf, clutching at a fragile thread of hope.

Nevertheless, Kingsley maintained his silence, his gaze unwavering on Jeremy. He bided his time until Jeremy's forehead was marked with blood from relentless kowtowing before speaking with nonchalance, "If you truly wish to avoid death, I can offer you a way out. Are you interested, Mr. Windsor? Do you want to hear it?"