The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 39

Henry was so livid with Reene's mockery that he passed out the next second. Naturally, the Wynns dared not waste a minute as they scurried out of the building while carrying Henry with them.

Before leaving, Alex scowled and said, "You owe our family a billion, so don't forget that, Reene! Before you pay everything off, you will forever be our family's mutt!"

With that, he left while slamming the door behind him.

"Miss Wynn, would you like me to take down Clark Corporation?" Charlie suggested with a deep furrow.

With Humming Group's ability, taking down Clark Corporation was as easy as lifting a finger; even if the Clark Corporation had the Roseland Chamber of Commerce backing them, he just had to take another couple of back and forths.

"Thank you, President Dean, but it's fine." Reene shook her head. "Kindness and hatred are different matters. I'm still

confident I can clear my one billion debt."

A hint of admiration laced Charlie's gaze after hearing Reene's words. "Well then, President Wynn, let's sign the contract, shall we?"

After taking over the contract, Reene pondered for a while and said resolutely, "President Dean, I want to be slow and steady and work my way up genuinely. Hence, 2.4 billion is way too much. I'm already very thankful if you guys can invest fifty million in Neveah."

"But President Wynn—"

Charlie's palms began sweating out of nervousness. He had promised Kingsley that he'd fund a billion, after all!

Just then, Kingsley spoke up. "Fifty million is perfect. Just ask them for more if you require additional funds in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Charlie secretly heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly called Humming Group's legal advisor over.

"Quick, change it to fifty million, and make sure the contract renews automatically!"

Likewise, the other investors signed the investment contract with Reene and even ensured that Neveah would never face funding problems ever again.

After everything was settled, the funding from Hummin Group had already entered Neveah's bank account.

After seeing all the big shots to the parking lot, Reene thanked them. "President Dean, I can't be any more grateful for you and everyone's help. Rest assured, I won't let your investments sustain any losses."

"It's not that important whether we gain or lose from it." Charlie chuckled. "However, I can give you a bit of advice regarding your mail's branding, President Wynn."

Reene's eyes lit up upon hearing him. "Please do tell, President Dean."

With that, Charlie pointed to the jarring Volkswagen Santana parked amongst the array of luxury cars. "If you want to establish a high-end image, the customers' first impressions are crucial. Scraps like that car shouldn't appear in your office building's parking lot."

"Well—" Reene snuck a glance at her little brother to find his face had turned grim.

"That's my car, Dean," Kingsley said coldly.

Charlie was rendered at a loss for words, and so were the other big-shot investors.

"Well, President Wynn, we won't take up any more of your time. If you ever need any help, just give me a call—" After hurriedly bidding Reene goodbye, Charlie dove into his car and scurried off, shaken to his core.

While watching the dozen priceless luxury cars leaving one after another, Kingsley grumbled, "That's it, I'm going to buy a new car in the next few days!"

He had enough of this janky Volkswagen Santana!

He always had to worry if it'd be regarded as scrap and towed away every time he parked it on the side of the road.

To make it worse, Charlie even frankly pointed out that his piece of 'scrap' had affected Neveah's image!

It wasn't about his dignity, but even Kingsley had enough of it too!

"Keene, I don’t know much about cars. Why don't you check it out with me in a couple of days?"

"I'd love to, Kingsley, but I have a lot to deal with when the company has just finally revived... How about this? I'll ask someone who knows cars to accompany you, and I'll reimburse you after that."

"Someone who knows cars? Who?"

"Cecilia," Keene answered with a smile. "You don't know, do you? The Larsons are in the second- hand car business, so she knows a lot about cars!"

"A sweet car and a beauty? Fine by me!" Kingsley grinned.

"I'll head back to work now," Keene said.

"Wait for me at home, alright? I'll cook up a feast for you!"

Kingsley nodded in response, then drove out of Neveah.

However, before he could get far, a black

Mercedes-Benz suddenly sped from his left rear and overtook him, forcing him to the side of the road.

Following that, the black car parked horizontally in front, blocking the path.

Meanwhile, a Porsche parked behind him, blocking his retreat.

At that, Kingsley hit the brakes with a tight furrow.

They were clearly coming at him!

Just then, the black Mercedes-Benz's door opened, and a young man in high-end casual clothing stepped out, looking all haughty.

He was none other than the second young master of the Summers Family, Caleb!

Meanwhile, a young man in brightly colored clothing had also come out of the Porsche, looking even more pompous than Caleb.

He was none other than the second young master of the Lawson Family, Peter! Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After exchanging glances, the two young masters approached Kingsley's car.

Following that, Caleb knocked on the Volkswagen Santana's window and snapped haughtily, "I knew I'd be able to catch you if I waited at Neveah! Come the f*ck out immediately!"

With a grim face, Kingsley opened the car door, which proceeded to clank open. "What, is the one month I gave you and your family too long? Can't wait to court death, eh?!"