Invincible Heir novel Chapter 180

Getting Terry’s guarantee, Sion was supremely pleased.

He went to the back seat and mocked, “Well, Mr. Perry, isn’t it about time to open the door for me?”

The indignant Terry could only do as Sion said. He was the one who was the general manager, but Sion was acting like his boss.

“Now can you call Kyle and have him move out the way for the workers to load the cargo?”

Terry said, waiting for Sion to get in before driving off.

“No rush, we can wait until we’re at the warehouse!”

Sion chuckled.

“Are you shitting me?”

Terry slammed on the brakes, outraged.

He’d agreed to all of Sion’s unreasonable demands just so that they could get the warehouse up and running normally, but now Sion was saying to wait.

“Fuck!”

The sudden stop rammed Sion’s head into the front seat. He rubbed his red forehead, raging, “You’d better get a fucking grip, Terry Perry. You work for me now. Everything’s up to me. Mess around again, and I’m getting off right here!”

Terry sucked in a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his rage, and drove on without saying a word.

A sharp glint passed through Sion’s eyes. He took out his phone and typed in a text – “It’s done, meet me at the warehouse!”

After he typed it up, he sent it straight away to the five other department heads who’d been dismissed along with him.

The five received the text and were overjoyed, replying excitedly, “It was worth the five hundred K to get back to River Construction!”

“Relax, Sion already promised to get this money back when he’s general manager.”

“Yeah, Mr. Sion didn’t let us down this time.”

“From now on, even if the sky falls, I’m going to keep following after Mr. Sion!”

The former department heads members had been gathered together since morning waiting for word.

Now that Sion gave them the text, they finally loosened up. Even before Sion had gotten there, they’d started treating him like the actual general manager.

At the same time, in the warehouse.

Kyle, limbs shattered, lay to the side.

The twenty-odd men he’d brought were on their knees.

Baron’s display of power had washed away their resistance. They knelt there obediently, waiting for Baron’s command.

Baron himself kept an eye on the steel shipment while waiting for Jerome.

All sorts of heavy machinery had started running. A mass of workers coordinated to fill up the cargo. The whole warehouse was a flurry of activity.

The twenty-odd kneeling brutes didn’t fit in at all.

Jerome arrived and almost blew his top at the scene.

He’d been a very calm person once, but ever since he’d had the pickle with Baron, his temperament had changed, and he now was prone to outbursts.

“Mr. Wilson, what – what are you doing here?”

Kyle almost pissed himself seeing Jerome there.

He’d only been the manager of the Dynasty Nightclub, but he’d taken up a side gig behind the back of the Wilson family – and gotten found out.

Jerome marched over to Kyle, who was still prone like a dead dog in the gutter, and stomped on him several times.

Kyle howled in pain. “Don’t hit me, Mr. Wilson! I know I’ve done wrong!”

“Motherfucker, taking a side gig behind my back. You’ve had enough of living.”

Jerome panted. “How’d you get on that man’s bad side?”

Only now did Kyle realize that it was Baron who’d called Jerome here.

He didn’t dare hold anything back and offered up all the details about how Sion had paid him to block off the warehouse.

“You went and made enemies of that man for five fucking million? Forget crippling you, you deserve to be killed!”

Jerome was inconsolable. He’d beaten Kyle up and told him off, but Kyle was his man at the end of the day. Since he’d offended Baron, he’d just have to find some way to satisfy Baron in his place.

“I’m here, Mr. Owen!”

Jerome said cautiously as he went to Baron’s side.

Baron had already been aware of his arrival and knew full well what he’d done to Kyle. He’d just chosen to ignore it.

Baron looked at him mockingly. “You already know what your lapdog’s done, right?”