The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 9

"Alright, name your bet," Henry said with a grim face.

"The collaboration with Coliree Group! If Clark Corporation can strike a deal with Coliree, then my sister will hand Neveah to you on a silver platter."

Clarence's eyes lit up after he heard Kingsley's words, for he had been coveting Neveah for the longest time!

"Don't get so excited just yet," Kingsley smirked. "If Neveah signs the deal first, you guys will have to transfer all of Clark Corporation's shares to Keene!"

But... Henry's expression changed multifold at that moment.

Yes, he wanted to kick Keene out of the game, but he also dared not make a bet with such high stakes.

"We'll bet!" Alex snarled. "This guy is nothing but a boy toy that lives off of women. He knows nothing about the business world. When else are we going to bet if not now?! Am I right, or am I right, Ethan?"

At that, Ethan gave Kingsley a side-eyed glance disdainfully. "Do you really think you can get a Coliree's project just because you want it? With all due respect, Neveah might not even be able to enter the tender assembly."

After hearing their words, Henry felt secure and announced confidently, "Alright, we'll bet as you say!"

The entire banquet erupted!

"Who the hell does this guy think he is?

He's just asking for a death wish!"

"Reene's doomed. What does she have to go against the Windsors?"

"Get your popcorn ready. We have a good show during the tender assembly. Reene's boy toy sure has screwed her for good!"

Mia, on the other hand, was even chortling. "Say, how stupid are you, Reene? You actually let your boy toy call the shots?! Do you really have no other family?!"

Following that, the entire banquet boomed into laughter.

Elijah was livid with rage while Ysabel was crying. "Reene Wynn, you evil wench! How can you drag us down to hell with you?! Oh, heavens..."

Reene was rendered dumbfounded.

"Kingsley, you... You've messed up big time..."

However, Kingsley grabbed Reene's hand, stood up, swept his gaze across the room, and said with zero enthusiasm, "Since the bet has been made, and I have no interest in your family banquet, we'll be leaving. No need to see us out."

With that, he led Reene out of the hall.

"Kingsley... Kingsley Nicholson!"

After exiting the hotel, Reene flung Kingsley's arm away. "Kingsley, what are you doing? Do you know what Neveah means to me?!"

"I do, and it's exactly that that I want to help you retain it."

"But..." Reene's eyes turned red-rimmed. "But you don't know anything about the stakes. The Windsor's influence is far greater than you imagine."

Kingsley took a step forward and fixed his light brown eyes on her, asking, "Reene, do you trust me?

naturally do, but..."

"No buts then."

Kingsley grinned, then changed the subject abruptly. "Then again, Reene, I'm famished. I miss the braised short ribs you used to make!"

Sure enough, Reene yielded in the face of her little brother's 'pestering'.

"Oh, well, what will be will be." At this point, she could only sigh. "I'll think of a way to engage with Coliree Group. C'mon, let's go home and eat..."

Reene's home was located in an average mansion neighborhood in Sector 4 of Cleapolis.

Worse than some but better than many.