I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 484

Chapter 484 Scouting for Identity

At these words, Victoria chuckled lightly as she covered her red lips and said, "Kind? This is the first time I've heard someone describe me that way, but… I like it."

Turning her head, she glanced at Kingsley and continued, "Since you think I'm like your sister, stop calling me Miss Jeanne then. Just call me by my name, Victoria."

"V-Victoria?" Kingsley's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I think… I'd better still call you Miss Jeanne."

He secretly glanced at her, thinking that she was really different from the other sisters.

When he was with Reene and Alice before, they used to blush at the slightest skin-to-skin contact with him.

Just like his previous attempt at Jadeland Heights, he was already naked and holding onto Alice, but she refused to allow him to proceed any further.

However, if it were Victoria, he believed that he wouldn't even have to be proactive as she would have just devoured him on her own.

Looking at Kingsley's absent-minded look, Victoria smiled and replied, "I heard that Advisor Shane's people are wandering around a restaurant called 'Thinking Cup Coffee.' Let's go there for lunch. Hopefully, we can arrest the person who owes your friend money too."

He didn't think much about it and just nodded. "Okay. I'll follow your lead."

However, after agreeing, he regretted it a little.

At these words, Victoria chuckled lightly as she covered her red lips and said, "Kind? This is the first time I've heard someone describe me that way, but… I like it."

What if we run into Stork there? Wouldn't Victoria be in danger?

Then again, he had already agreed. If he regretted it now, it would only raise her suspicion.

Kingsley could only comfort himself. They had been staking out for so long and hadn't found any clues, so it was unlikely that they ran into Stork by chance later.

Thinking Cup Coffee and Jeanne D'Arc were not far away from each other since both were located in the north of the city. It took about ten minutes to drive there.

After parking the car at a roadside parking spot, he noticed that there were several street vendors around. All of them were burly and muscular men.

They sat on small tools while taking care of their stalls as their restless eyes wandered around.

Seeing this scene, Kingsley couldn't help but smile. It appeared that these were all the people whom Kenny sent.

As they walked into Thinking Cup Coffee, they sat at a table near the entrance.

Victoria smiled and said, "Boss Nicholson, it seems that we have the same habit of enjoying sitting in places with a broad view. Is this considered a force of habit due to our line of work?"

Shaking his head, he replied, "I'm not a member of the underworld. It's just my daily habit."

"Oh, yeah. You did mention that you are not a member of the underworld yesterday," she said while looking at him thoughtfully. "So… it's inappropriate for me to address you as Boss Nicholson."

Kingsley knew that she was trying to scout his identity. "You may call me Nichol, or Mr. Nicholson. Either one is fine."

He tried to dodge her question as he didn't dare to reveal his true name.

"Mr. Nicholson…" Victoria raised her eyebrows. "You're interesting."

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She chewed slowly and lightly said, "I used to have a younger brother with the same last name as you."

"Oh…" Kingsley forced a smile and perfunctorily said, "Did you? That's quite a coincidence…"

"He was very different from you though. Unlike you, he was mischievous, gluttonous, and always liked to play pranks. On the other hand, you are steady, calm, and even have a hint of mystery," she elaborated.

Hearing Victoria say this, Kingsley let out a slight sigh of relief. "Although many people share the same last name, their personalities are not necessarily the same."

However, before he could completely let his guard down, she suddenly changed the topic. "For some reason, I have a feeling that you are my younger brother. His name is Kingsley Nicholson."

Kingsley knew that she was trying to scout his identity. "You may call me Nichol, or Mr. Nicholson. Either one is fine."