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He loved the thrill of the hunt, especially when the prize was something rare and untouchable. However, once the prize came too easily and lost its challenge, it also lost its flavor.
He just hoped Hannah would not fall for him too quickly if she held out a little longer, the game would stay exciting.
“Alright,” Quinton finally said, sighing dramatically. “Since so many of you insist on knowing, I won’t hide it anymore.
“I came to Jayrodale with good intentions, but I didn’t expect to bump into someone so unreasonable right off the bat. I’ve always believed that bullying the weak isn’t the mark of a true gentleman, so I tried to let it go.
“But if I’m going to invest in this city, I need to do some cleaning first. So, unfortunately, I have no choice but to name him and let everyone judge for themselves.”
Harvey’s face darkened as he said, “Mr. Wright, just say the name. If this guy dares retaliate, the Weller family will crush him first.”
Quinton shook his head with a heavy sigh as if the whole thing pained him deeply. He said slowly, “Some of you in this room probably know him already. His name is Kingsley Baldwin, and he runs the Moonlit Apothecary.
“For some reason, he seems to have a major problem with me. He’s been opposing me at every turn. When I looked into it, I discovered that Kingsley actually has ambitions of taking over Jayrodale.
“And suddenly, everything made sense. This guy has a serious appetite-too ambitious for his own good. My arrival in Jayrodale probably threatened his personal interests. That’s why he’s targeting me instead of seeing the bigger picture.”
After smearing Kingsley with that long-winded, twisted version of events, Quinton finally fell silent.
Of course, he did not mention that he had first gone to the Moonlit Apothecary, trying to snatch up two of their most valuable medicines-and stirred up trouble when they refused.
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Quinton had painted himself as the poor victim, skillfully drawing out sympathy from the room. He had gone all in, dangling a massive investment as bait. He was convinced the power players of Jayrodale would be fired up. rally to his side, and join forces to crush Kingsley completely
The more he thought about it, the more impressed he was with himself. After all, using others to do the dirty work and riding the wave of influence was downright masterful.
Kingsley thought he was untouchable, clinging to those two miracle medicines like a dragon hoarding treasure. However, once Quinton boxed him into a corner, left him begging for air, and drained every last drop of business out of him, he would see Kingsley on his knees, pleading for mercy from the Wrights, just for a sip of water.
The fantasy alone made Quinton grin smugly. He half-expected applause at that moment, maybe some shouting. some outrage, someone grabbing their team and storming off to Moonlit Apothecary to cause trouble.
Yet, as Quinton looked around the room with a proud smile, he was hit with an awkward realization that not a single person had moved. Even Harvey, the loudest voice just moments ago, had gone completely silent, sitting stiffly like a statue.
The others who had been eagerly pledging their loyalty suddenly looked like they were trying to disappear into their chairs.
Quinton was baffled, wondering what the hell was going on Were these people just putting on a show to humor him earlier and only pretended to back him up?
Suddenly, a heavy-set man got up and turned to leave. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wright. Something urgent came up at home. I’ve got to head out.”
The man’s face looked tense and uneasy, maybe even a little scared. He was one of Jayrodale’s wealthier businessmen, and Quinton vaguely remembered his name Raymond, something Chapman.
“Mr. Chapman, what’s the meaning of this?” Quinton called after him, clearly annoyed. “This meeting has barely started. Is your family no longer interested in the investment?”
Raymond did not even look back. He shook his head and muttered, “Forget it. The Chapmans don’t want any part of this. Give the money to someone else. We’re not about to get rich by digging our own graves!”
He walked right out the door without another word. He did not even offer a proper goodbye.
Quinton scoffed. “Ungrateful idiot. Fine, walk out if you want. You don’t want the Wrights’ money? Trust me, plenty of others do!”
He shrugged it off and turned back to Harvey with a friendly grin. “Mr. Weller, I’ve always admired your decisiveness. How about you lead the charge? Kingsley dared to cross me. What do you think we should do about it?Harvey chuckled awkwardly and stammered, Well… um… about that… Maybe it’s better to change the subject? Quinton’s smile faded as his brow furrowed. “Change the subject? Kingsley offended me. That is the subject. Tell you what-if you help me deal with Kingsley properly, I’ll invest half of my total funds directly into the Weller fily’s businesses. How does that sound?”
Quinton thought that offer was more than generous. Even if Harvey was a coward, this should have been enough to make him stand up and fight.
However, before Harvey could speak, two of the Weller family’s senior elders stepped forward and answered firmly, “Sorry, Mr. Wright. Investment is one thing-we’re open to a win-win partnership. But now that we see your real motive is to use us as your enforcers… we’ll have to pass!”
Quinton exploded, slamming the table. “Is this the best the Weller family can do?”
He sneered, “Mr. Weller, you’re supposed to be young and capable, right? You landed the head position at such a young age, and this is all the guts you’ve got?”
What angered Quinton the most was Harvey’s next response.
Harvey just nodded and admitted bluntly, “You’re right, Mr Wright. I really do lack guts and boldness.”
Now Quinton was seething with rage. He shouted, “I invited you all here out of goodwill, giving you the chance to get rich, and this is how you repay me?”
His gaze swept across the room, his expression turning sharp and threatening. These guys were supposed to be the top dogs of Jayrodale. With this many major figures in the room, how was it possible that not even one of them had the spine to act?
In Quinton’s mind, Kingsley was just the owner of a local apothecary. All it would take was a united public statement, and Moonlit Apothecary would be done for in Jayrodale.
Then, Kingsley would be crawling back, begging for mercy, sobbing and desperate for forgiveness.
Just then, a few people from Madblade Martial Academy stood up.
Quinton lit up with excitement. “Mr. Sanford, I knew I could count on you. Out of Jayrodale’s four young elites, you’re the boldest, the one with true backbone. So, what do you say? Can your academy teach that Kingsley a lesson?”
He continued, “If you do, I’ll release the investment funds immediately, all to Madblade Martial Academy.”
Rodney casually picked his teeth and replied with complete disinterest, “Sorry. We at Madblade Martial Academy aren’t counting on your investment. Let me give you a piece of advice-go back to where you came from.
“Sending blind followers to jump off cliffs for you? That kind of thing comes back around. Keep it up, and you’re messing with your own karma.”
Quinton froze, then flew into a fury. He could not believe Rodney had not only refused but also had the nerve to lecture him in front of everyone. After all, he regarded Rodney as a second-rate martial arts heir-what gave that punk the confidence to talk down to him?
Before Quinton could respond, the Madblade Martial Academy group was already gone-clean, swift, and without a glance back.
Quinton was fuming, choking on his own frustration.
If this were any other time and place, those nobodies would not have dared ignore him. They would all be on their knees, groveling. Unfortunately for him, his priority was Kingsley.
Taking down Kingsley and securing the formulas for those two legendary medicines was the only thing that mattered.
Quinton took two deep breaths, trying to calm the fire boiling in his chest.
Then, he forced a grin and turned toward Dylan and Natasha
“Mr. Garner, Madam Vostokoff,” he said, laying on the charm. “You two run Jayrodale’s underground scene, live on the edge, dance with death. If you take care of this for me, the Wrights’ investment goes fully to you no strings attached.”
Dylan’s face stayed cold as ice. “Not interested.”
Natasha did not even waste time with words. She gave a little sway of her hips and walked straight out.
Quinton slammed his fist into the table and roared, “Stop right there! What the hell is this supposed to mean?”
Natasha just said ‘not interested’ and walked off like it was nothing.
Quinton was absolutely fuming-he was the heir of the Wrights.
gave these nobodies the disrespect him like this?
Natasha glanced back with a smirk full of disdain and said, “It means ‘fuck off’!”
Quinton was in disbelief, and his face twisted with rage, velns bulging at his temples as if they were about to burst. The humiliation, the burning fury, and the sheer frustration had his whole body trembling.
He had just been insulted-him, the heir of the Wrights, who came to Jayrodale bringing both power and wealth, and now a bunch of low-level underground thugs had just cursed him in front of everyone.
Hannah’s expression was conflicted as she said calmly, “Mr. Wright, please calm down. I think you need to understand the current situation in Jayrodale.”
Quinton snapped, “What damn situation? If it weren’t for my self-control, those cowards-those worthless losers -would’ve all been dead where they sat!”
His face had darkened so much that it looked like a thunderstorm was about to roll in. Everyone he had summoned had either abandoned him or turned on him. The grand effect he envisioned-rallying everyone to crush Kingsley- was unraveling fast.
Hannah spoke firmly, “Mr. Wright, maybe you don’t know this yet, but Dylan and Natasha are both loyal to Kingsley. Right now, he’s the real power in Jayrodale. He’s the underground ruler, the king without a crown.”
For the first time, Quinton felt like the situation was slipping out of his grasp. He frowned and muttered, “That bastard really has that kind of reach?”
Coming from Blumedale, he knew how unruly the underground scene could be- full of dangerous people who answered to no one. You could pay them, and they might stab you in the back anyway. You could suppress them with force, but fear only worked for so long-eventually, they would turn on you.
Hence, Quinton did not fully buy what Hannah was saying. To him, Kingsley did not look like the kind of guy who could control an entire city’s underworld.
Nonetheless, Hannah had no idea what Quinton was thinking. She simply continued, “It’s not just the underground. Madblade Martial Academy and Glorious Pharmaceuticals are also more or less under his influence.”
Quinton sneered, “That explains why that punk Rodney had the balls to defy me like that.”
He narrowed his eyes and asked, “What about Raymond? The guy looked like someone had killed his whole family. Don’t tell me he’s one of Kingsley’s people too?”
This time, it was Harvey who spoke up. He let out a bitter sigh and said, “Raymond isn’t directly tied to
Kingsley. But a while back, he did butt heads with him, thinking he had Winston-your little brother-as backup.
“In the end, Kingsley crushed him so hard that to this day, the guy doesn’t dare show his face. Dream
Paradise? Shut down. They switched to a quieter business and now keep everything low-profile.”
Quinton opened his mouth, but for once, had no words.
“Are you saying,” he finally said after a long pause, voice sharp with disbelief, “that this Kingsley guy really has Jayrodale eating out of his hand?”
Either you were working for Kingsley, or you would be beaten down so badly that you felt that you were living in a hell on earth.
‘What the hell? Is everyone in Jayrodale full of spineless pigs?’ Quinton thought.
Harvey clenched his jaw and said through gritted teeth, “Right now, the Weller family doesn’t dare challenge him head-on. But I’m waiting. Once our family grows strong enough, the first one we’ll take out is Kingsley.”
Quinton’s eyes lit up, his energy suddenly surging back. “Mr. Weller, then let’s join forces. Together, we’ll destroy
Kingsley. You take everything he owns-I just want the two formulas.”
Harvey shook his head and said, “Sorry, Mr. Wright, I appreciate the offer, but the Weller family truly can’t help you. I can only express my regrets.”
Quinton clenched his jaw and snapped, “So you’re admitting you’re just as spineless as the others? No different from that bunch of cowards who just walked out?”
Harvey’s face darkened-he had not expected Quinton to speak so bluntly and with such blatant disrespect.
Harvey said coldly, “Heh, coward or not, call me whatever you want. But the Weller family is staying out of this. Because I have no interest in throwing myself into a pit I can’t climb out of.”
It was a direct declaration, and Harvey clearly was not holding back anymore. He had already learned his lesson the hard way from crossing Kingsley-he had paid for it, suffered for it, and was not about to make the same mistake again.
Unless he had the power and a surefire win, Harvey was not going to make a single move.
Quinton turned to glance at Hannah, but she looked away. His face twitched, and then he turned his eyes to Shawn
Meanwhile, Shawn, looking like death warmed over, simply raised his bandaged hand and shrugged, clearly saying he was in no shape to fight anyone.
“Useless. Every damn one of you is useless,” Quinton cursed under his breath. “Jayrodale’s nothing but a city full of cowards, losers, and paper tigers…”
He was boiling on the inside. He had gathered all these people and put on a show of power and wealth, yet not one of them had stood up to back him.
It was a total flop-a grand meeting that ended in complete embarrassment.
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