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Chapter 61 At the company basement parking lot, A middle-aged man with an icy gaze sat in the backseat of a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. It was Wilson.
Kayson opened the door and got into the car following Wilson’s man, and Wilson's dark expression turned into a bright smile in the blink of an eye.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I'll introduce myself. | am the chairman of Gillete Group, Wilson Gillete.” “Oh.” Kayson leaned back. “This car feels pretty nice.” Wilson smiled and offered, “If you like it, | can give you one.” “Forget it.” Kayson shook his head and asked, “What do you needfor?” “You're very open and straightforward, Kayson. | like your character.” “It’s not that. | just don’t want to spend too long with you.” Kayson was not afraid of offending Wilson at all as he sounded rather curt, It did not anger Wilson as he spoke up with a smile. “My son had a conflict with you previously. Allowto apologize on his behalf.” His son, Mason, had beaten up Easton and his friends, and Kayson was the one that had saved them. After that, Mason had asked Gabriel to trap them at Bwell Therapeutics, only for Gabriel to be too scared to do anything to Kayson. Instead, Kayson had ordered him to teach Mason a lesson.
Kayson was actually quite puzzled when Wilson did not cto him trying to get even after that. His son had been beaten up, but he, as the father, had no reaction to it? Was Mason really his son? Now, Wilson brought up the matter.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Kayson replied nonchalantly.
“Good that you don’t hold a grudge. Actually, | investigated you, Kayson.” Wilson looked serious. “I hope you don’t mind that | did that.” Kayson’s expression stayed the swithout saying anything.
Wilson continued to speak. “You're highly skilled. Why are you following the Wolfendens? I'll crush them sooner or later.
“Whatever Liam Wolfenden can give you, | can triple it. And whatever I, Wilson Gillete, can give you, he won't be able to.” “Oh.” Kayson did not look interested as he asked, “You mean you wantto work for you at your company, Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGillete?” “Not work for me. You and | won't assthe roles of a subordinate and a superior. | have high regards for you, Kayson. You and | will work together.
“Horais already dead, while Gabriel can hardly achieve anything due to his character.
Wiping out Horaand The Quad Falcons has fully proven your ability. “If you can replace Horacio, the whole Clouspring will belong to us. Even the other families could hardly fight us.” Wilson spoke seriously. “As long as we work together and dominate Clouspring, and | take advantage of Dickinson International that’s about to be mine, we can even rise into Springside! “With tto come, we'll beca force to be reckoned with in Skyriv!” Kayson turned to look at Wilson. The chairman of the Gillete Group made up quite a nice fantasy for him. “Mr.
Gillete, it’s still bright out there. Don’t dream too soon.” Wilson's face fell.
“You mean... You're rejecting me?” Wilson's gaze turned unnerving. Kayson smiled. “The reason I'm here isn't that I'm interested in working with you, Mr. Gillete. It's because you've threatenedwith Lindsy Ewell.” Wilson's expression was cold as he stayed silent. Kayson’s smile gradually flattened as well. “I know Lindsy Ewell, and I'm quite familiar with her. If anything happens to her, I'll honestly be rather upset. “So if anything does happen to her, I'll seek retribution from you, Mr. Gillete. “Please also believethat, despite Clouspring or even Skyriv, if you managed to tickoff...
“I'm afraid you'll be under the ground without the chance to see the next sunrise, ever. “Life is already so short, don’t take a shortcut, Mr. Gillete.”