I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 383

Kingsley refused without hesitation, "No. My sister's a student of Solaris University, and I'm staying in a hotel in the business district right beside it. It's convenient, and I have serious business to take care of this time. I won't be spending too much, so thank you for your offer, but it's fine." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Your sister's in Solaris University?" Heston kept quiet for a while and asked tentatively, "May I know which faculty she's in? We make a lot of women's luxury products. We can send some to her if you'd like."

Heston was a shrewd man. He gave a lot of political leaders gifts over the years working in Diosna. Inveigling was as natural as breathing was to him. A refusal was not a true refusal most of the time, at least in this case. The problem was either the gift was not enticing enough, or the recipient didn't want to owe him anything.

Turning the attention to the recipient's wives or family would work better every time this happened. That was what Heston had in mind. He thought that Kingsley's sister would convince him to help Scarlet Heart out if they gave her everything women loved, like jewelry, expensive clothes, and makeup products. Perhaps it's even better than bribing Mr. Nicholson himself.

Before he could go through with his plan, Kingsley said, "It's fine, Mr. Maslow. We'll be going shopping tomorrow. I'll buy her all the stuff she wants." Kingsley continued without giving Heston a chance to respond, "It's late. I'm getting some sleep." He hung up. It had been a long day, and Kingsley was tired. He put his phone under the pillow and closed his eyes. Sleep came to him just a moment later.

A loud moan came from the room next door early the next morning as usual. It woke Kingsley up. He took his phone out from under the pillow. 7.30AM? "God…" Kingsley massaged his temples and heaved a long sigh, then he sat up.

He washed himself up and changed into a clean T-shirt, then he bought two sets of breakfast in the shop downstairs before driving over to Block Jasmine.

He stayed in his car, sipping his orange juice and looking at the time. They had agreed to meet up at 9.00AM, and it was only 8.30AM at the moment. Courtney valued time a lot. She would never be early or late for a meeting. After he was done with his breakfast, Kingsley scrolled through his phone and kept his boredom at bay with the news.

It was then a white BMW 5 Series zipped through the campus. The driver was probably flooring the accelerator like nobody's business, as if they were on a highway, not a campus. A few students ran away in shock, giving way to the car.

The BMW skidded to a halt, and it stopped right beside Kingsley's car. Someone opened the door, and out came a young guy in exquisite attire. He lit his cigarette up and beckoned at someone in the passenger seat. "Pick up the pace. Don't waste my time. I have business to do this afternoon."

"Yeah, yeah. Just give me a minute to doll myself up. I want you to look good in front of everyone else," a woman said, then out came a young woman from the passenger seat. She had wavy hair, and she was wearing a sexy, short dress. She had heavy makeup on her face, and parts of her stockings had holes in it. Some of her makeup was messed up. It was obvious she failed to touch up herself after a night of vigorous activity. She flicked her hair and gave the young man an alluring look. "Give me thirty minutes, honey."