I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 405

Blood rushed to Eric's face when he heard Will's curses.

Wham!

He grabbed the decanter next to him, tossed it on the floor, and roared, "Damn it! Don't take it too far, Will! I've given you enough respect. Are you really going to f*cking go against me for this b*stard?"

The decanter made of glass shattered into pieces upon contact with the floor and reflected tiny rays of cold light as shards of glass scattered everywhere.

The wine also splattered all over the floor and even splashed on Will and Kingsley!

As a person who was used to being pandered to, there was no way Will could tolerate this temper.

He utterly forgot that he was attending Mrs. Hewitt's birthday party as he kicked a table beside him and sent it flying. "Yorkshire, are you asking for a fight?!" he bellowed. "Since you're being so eager, let's just greet death today!"

While they were yelling at each other in the lobby, the commotion outside soon reached the ears of the people in the VIP lounge. The vast and spacious room could accommodate dozens of people, and the decoration within was minimalistic. Although there were only a few pieces of expensive leather couches and a coffee table made out of mahogany, it still looked tastefully classy—exuding luxury and elegance.

A couple in their sixties were seated on the main couch. The man wore a tailored black suit, and not a single strand of his silver hair was out of place. Just one look was enough to tell that he was a person of high status.

Meanwhile, the old lady was dressed in a red frock with flower prints. Her face was filled with delight, and she seemed like a friendly and approachable person.

They were none other than the hosts of the day—Walter and his wife, Loretta.

About seven to eight middle-aged men who were in equally elegant and expensive clothing were seated on the couches next to them. Those people were none other than the mayor of the city, senior provincial governors, and the chairmen of several large corporations.

Heston, the Scarlet Heart Group president, only managed to worm himself a seat from the third last seat. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

When a provincial governor overheard the ruckus outside, he couldn't help but voice his displeasure, "What's going on? Is someone causing trouble at Mrs. Hewitt's birthday banquet?"

Arnold, the president of the Sunrise Corporation, was seated on the left of Heston when he heard the governor and hastily said, "I'm going out to take a look."

Arnold was only 5'6 in height and was definitely more than 200 lbs. There was no doubt that the man was morbidly overweight. So, when he sprang up to his feet in his haste to get the job done, his flesh jiggled and wobbled, and he looked very clumsy.

Heston cackled at the sight of the rotund man trying to earn the governor's favor. Then, he rose to his feet and offered, "Forget it. Let me take a look since it's rather inconvenient for you to move around, Mr. Yorkshire." It was clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer as he was already pacing toward the door.

Arnold chuckled sheepishly and could only reply in gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Maslow."

When Heston arrived at the entrance, he saw that everyone in the lobby was gathered in a corner, watching the show. But they were also blocking his way through. As a result, he couldn't help but frown as he couldn't get a clear sight of the heart of the commotion.

Therefore, he beckoned to a waiter and asked, "What's happening over there?"

The waiter was aware that the guests in attendance today were affluent and highly influential in Diosna. So, he didn't hesitate in responding to Heston's demand as he spoke politely, "It seems like the young masters of the Scarlet Heart Group and the Sunrise Corporation are in an argument…"

The frown on Heston's face deepened. "Damn it, what is Will up to?" he muttered to himself under his breath. "Doesn't he know what kind of occasion this is? Why did he pick a fight with that vermin, Eric Yorkshire?"

Just as he was about to march over and lecture them, he came to an abrupt stop in his tracks.

He knew his son; after the incident with Coliree Group, Will had matured and became more dependable. So, why would he recklessly start a fight at Loretta's banquet, no less?

With this thought in mind, he asked the waiter again, "Why are they fighting?"

"Well… I'm not sure, either," the waiter answered apologetically, hanging his head. "I only heard Mr. Yorkshire demanding an apology from a man named Nicholson, forcing that man to beg for his forgiveness on his knees…"

"N-Nicholson?!"