Chapter 425: 425: Kill with One Blow_1

The Willson Group representative suddenly took a stand, catching everyone by surprise.

Furthermore, there seemed to be no room for maneuver. When this representative stood up, Ovidiu Cook also stood up, apparently intending to leave as well.

“Representative, please don’t go yet…”

Seeing that the Willson Group representative was about to leave, Bran Cook’s heart suddenly leaped to his throat.

If the Willson Group pulled their investment, then the existence of this alliance would become meaningless.

Moreover, he had just hinted at an intention to reclaim the chairman position in the next election.

As for how long one term was, wasn’t that for him to decide?

But if the Willson Group left, then what would be the point of being chairman?

“The initial negotiator who discussed with us was Ms. Quella Radcliffe. The senior executives of the Willson Group particularly liked Ms. Radcliffe’s style and character. If someone like her can’t be general manager, we seriously doubt the alliance’s capability to make money.”

The Willson Group representative placed his briefcase on the table and said coldly, “If that’s not acceptable, then please sue us. Oh, and we’ll pay for the lawyer’s fees.”

Dominance!

The strongest company in Five-river Province, even if lawyers were summoned here, would have nothing to fear.

Who among those present dares to sue the Willson Group?

Even if the money was stuffed into their hands, who would dare to take it?

Is it about the money, or their lives?

“But, looking at what everyone thinks…”

Bran Cook still wouldn’t give up. He tried to use the influence of the entrepreneurs present to stand up against the Willson Group and force this behemoth to yield.

“The composition of the alliance still depends on these merchants. If they have objections, the policy implementation will definitely be inefficient. I think the representative should still properly consider the opinions of the merchants, don’t you agree?”

“Really! Then I want to see what you all think!”

This Willson Group representative pointed at the merchants present: “Those who support Ms. Quella Radcliffe to be the general manager, sit down!”

As soon as he finished speaking, many people slowly took their seats.

Seeing others sitting down first, the rest lowered their heads and sat back down too.

A moment later, everyone in the venue was seated, not a single person remained standing.

“Mr. Cook, the opinion of the masses is quite clear now, don’t you think?”

The representative turned around and looked at Bran Cook with an unfriendly tone.

“Mr. Cook, even though you have a grudge against Ms. Radcliffe, you can’t just ignore everyone’s opinion!”

Itai Huntington also joined in applying pressure, leaving Bran Cook anxious but clueless on how to respond.

He failed to be elected chairman, and the general manager’s position had nothing to do with him, so what was he fussing over?

“Fine…”

He took a deep breath and said reluctantly, “Then we’ll respect everyone’s opinion!”

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“Mr. Cook has shown great integrity!”

Julius Reed stood up and led the applause.

The rest followed suit, and the sound of clapping filled the venue for a moment.

But this applause felt like slaps on Bran Cook’s face, making it burn with embarrassment!

The meeting ended hastily, and Bran Cook, who had been confident at the start, left with his tail between his legs, utterly humiliated.

“I’m not convinced!”

Sitting in the back of the Mercedes, Bran Cook clenched his fists around his trousers and growled quietly.

He could not accept such a defeat, especially Julius Reed’s extremely provocative gaze, which stabbed his heart like a knife.

“Failure is the mother of success; such a small setback doesn’t matter.”

Stacy Cook gently patted Bran Cook’s head, speaking to comfort him.

“Uncle, I will take back everything I’ve lost!”

Bran Cook’s face turned beet red, and his eyes became slightly swollen from the moisture building up.

“Now that’s like a man.”

Stacy Cook, seeing his nephew’s demeanor, nodded in satisfaction, “This is nothing. I promise you, he will kneel before you like a dog, begging for mercy. And that woman you fancy, she will willingly crawl into your bed.”

Offending his nephew meant only one path—death!

He didn’t concern himself with past issues, but now that he was back, he had to let Gonzalez City know, the Cook Family was not to be trifled with!

“Uncle, where are we going now?”

Bran Cook, having received his uncle’s promise, relaxed his expression slightly.

The man his uncle brought last night was even more skilled than the top doctors in Gonzalez City.

If it hadn’t been for him, he wouldn’t have been able to stand up at all.

“Jordan, what did you feel just now?”

Stacy Cook, lighting a cigar, asked with his leg propped up, looking towards the bald bodyguard sitting in the co-pilot seat.

This man was the elite among his elites, a master who had clawed his way out of a mountain of corpses.

When they passed by Julius Reed earlier, he had instructed Jordan to assess the man’s strength, to plan accordingly.

“Very strong. There are very few in Gonzalez City stronger than him,” Jordan replied gravely.

“Didn’t expect that good-for-nothing to be so formidable?” Bran Cook was somewhat surprised.

In Gonzalez City, there were rumors that the Radcliffe Family had taken in a good-for-nothing son-in-law, who spent three years cooking and doing the laundry, like a nanny.

This had become a popular piece of gossip and was often brought up for a good laugh.

If he was truly as Jordan said, how could he have been bullied for three years?

“He hasn’t finished speaking,” Stacy Cook said indifferently, taking a puff of his cigar.

“Huh?” Bran Cook didn’t know much about the man before him, but he knew that Jordan was very capable.

“If he were to face me, I could take him out in one move!” Jordan spoke in a muffled voice, “And he could be killed with a single blow.”

Upon hearing this, Bran Cook cursed internally, thinking this too was someone showing off, speaking in half-truths.

Still, with such a helper by his side, dealing with Julius Reed would be a piece of cake.

“Let’s go. The Cook family people are all at Twilight Mansion! Your father insisted on throwing a welcome party to brush off the dust, and he’s been talking up Twilight Mansion like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. Well, I shall see for myself how this restaurant, praised as the finest in Gonzalez City, holds up,” Stacy Cook said with a smile, looking at the message on his phone.

“Twilight Mansion? I’ve heard of it too, but I’ve never had the chance to go since I’ve been back,” Bran Cook nodded and said, “Uncle, it’s only right for the family to welcome you back after more than a decade.”

Although Bran didn’t know exactly what Stacy had been doing, the grandeur of his return indicated he had made a fortune.

With a skilled hand like Jordan by his side, and having uncovered Amos Davenport’s real identity in just one night, Stacy had shown formidable capabilities beyond Bran’s reach.

Even though he was very curious, Bran Cook still refrained from asking.

The car sped along and soon arrived at Twilight Mansion.

Luxury cars gathered here, making it the top spot for elite networking in Gonzalez City.

The wealthy came to talk business and discuss partnerships.

Thanks to their good business, the Cook Family also possessed a membership card, granting them access to the restaurant.

The doorman quickly came over to open the door and led the group inside.

The Cook family members had already been waiting there; more than twenty people from the main family had arrived, and those from side branches simply weren’t qualified to join.

“Stacy Cook, today we won’t return until we’re drunk!”

Abram Cook, the eldest of the Cook Family, came over and took Stacy Cook’s hand, “It’s been more than a decade, brother, I’ve missed you!”