Chapter 282: Does Aunt’s Friend Really Exist?
Huh?
Will Jones’s eyebrows furrowed, a look of disgust imdiately flashing across his face.
“Who the hell has the audacity to bark in front of ? Who?! Get out!” Will Jones said furiously, an air of arrogance and contempt surrounding him.
Just as Will Jones turned his gaze to the entrance, Beckett, looking sharp in a suit and followed by a group of n equally well-dressed, made his entrance into Jones Group headquarters.
After being through the wringer for half a month, Beckett at this mont appears noticeably different from his previous self.
Gone was his past timidity, replaced by an overpowering confidence. Just by standing there, he was enough to intimidate many people.
This was all the result of standing behind and learning from the Kylin.
Even now, he still congratulated himself over his decision to stand unwaveringly by White Mitchell’s side that day.
Without White Mitchell, there would be no him today.
“Who’s this scrawny runt? When did our Jones Group’s internal business beco your concern?” Will Jones bellowed arrogantly.
At this mont, Mori Jones, who had quietly been standing in the crowd, stepped forward and said composedly, “He’s a friend of mine, here to help our Jones Group with the bidding.”
Mori Jones’s friend!?
Hearing this, Sherry Jones blinked in surprise. She’d previously thought that her cousin’s friend was just a fignt of White Mitchell’s imagination.
After all, after Steel Turner showed up, Sherry deduced that everything prior was mostly White Mitchell using Steel & Turner’s influence to help her out.
But unexpectedly, her cousin’s friend actually existed.
Not only did he exist, he showed up at this critical mont offering to help with the bid?
With this thought, Sherry couldn’t help but size up Beckett. For a fleeting mont, she had a feeling that she had seen him before sowhere, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
At this mont, Beckett moved to her side, bowing politely and saying: “Miss Jones, hello, my na is Beckett. Mori Jones told that Jones Group wants to bid on the Nezzi New City project, correct?
Our boss also happens to be looking for a trusted partner to participate in the bidding. Would you be interested, Miss Jones?”
A partner? Bidding together?
Hearing this, a surprised Sherry was completely caught off guard, instinctively looking to Mori Jones for help with a pleading glance.
At this mont, Mori Jones said according to what White Mitchell had said to her on the phone, “Last night, I casually ntioned it to my friend, Mr. Beckett’s boss.
I didn’t expect that he’d also be interested in the Nezzi New City project, but he’s currently abroad, so he sent Mr. Beckett here to discuss a potential partnership.
Sherry, you should accept his offer. If we partner up, our chances of winning the bid would increase.”
This…
After hearing Mori Jones’s words, Sherry felt a sense of both amusent and confusion.
anwhile, with a hate-filled face, Will Jones glared at Beckett, sneering, “What kind of ‘boss’? Do you know how big the Nezzi New City project is and how much money it will require?
Just the entry threshold for the financing eting starts at fifty billion. Does your ‘boss’ even have such money to spend?!”
Money?
Upon hearing this, Beckett silently took out a check and said smugly, “I don’t have fifty billion, but I do have a check for one hundred billion!”
This…
Looking at the check in Beckett’s hand, Will Jones’s fury deflated instantly.
He never expected that Beckett, who had appeared out of nowhere, would casually produce a check for one hundred billion.
One hundred billion, that kind of money allows one to enter the ranks of Sayon’s top tycoons.
Just who is Beckett’s boss? Why hadn’t he ever heard of such a figure in Sayon nor knew that Mori Jones had such a friend?
What’s going on?
Filled with simring rage, Will Jones couldn’t find the answer.
At this mont, Beckett proudly declared, “What’s the matter? Mute because of a asly one hundred billion? Seems to that your boss is quite diocre compared to mine.”
“You!”
Will Jones was speechless with frustration, heat rushing to his face. It was as if his face had been slapped countless tis. He looked extrely aggrieved.
“Are you leaving or what? Don’t interrupt while Miss Jones and I discuss our cooperation in detail. Or are you planning to stay here and spy on us?” Beckett taunted.
Will Jones’s face darkened, and he replied indignantly, “The na is Beckett, right! Alright then, just you wait. You’ll soon know the consequences of opposing us. Hmph!”
With a cold snort, an aggrieved expression, and followed by Ryan and half of the Jones Group’s employees, Will Jones reluctantly left the Jones Group headquarters.
Seeing Will Jones’s retreating figure, Sherry Jones finally let out a sigh of relief, and imdiately beckoned Beckett over to discuss partnership terms in detail.
On the other side, Will Jones who had just been humiliated at Jones Group, imdiately rushed over to the Imperial Group with his n.
At the Chairman’s office in the Imperial Group, Noah Weiden and Alan Austin were discussing the details of winning the Nezzi New City project.
They originally thought that Will Jones would’ve left the Jones Group crippled, incapable of competing for the Nezzi New City project.
But unexpectedly, Will Jones had botched things up.
At this mont, Will Jones, looking like a beaten dog, knelt on the floor and related everything that had happened at the Jones Group in detail.
“Beckett? Are you sure that guy from overseas has a subordinate nad Beckett?” Hearing the na Beckett, Alan Austin’s expression imdiately turned peculiar.
Seeing this, Will Jones confird determinedly, “Yes, his na is Beckett. The one hundred billion check was from him.”
“Really? Alan, you know this guy?” Noah asked upon seeing the situation.
“Wait a mont.” Alan Austin began, and imdiately had soone bring over Beckett’s file.
Then, Alan Austin pointed to the photo in the file and asked Will Jones, “Is this the person you saw?”
This…
Will Jones hesitated for a mont, then picked up the file and looked more closely.
The photo in the file was of a man with different deanor from the Beckett he had t at the Jones Group, but the contours of their faces were exactly the sa.
“It’s him, that’s him! Alan, why do you have his…” Will Jones asked, utterly confused.
However, at this mont, Alan Austin simply sneered, a smug, knowing look shining in his eyes.
Seeing this, not only Will Jones but also Noah Weiden beca curious. “Alan, what’s the aning of this? You really recognise him?”
Recognise?
Alan Austin smirked at Noah’s question and said, “More than recognise. He and I are actually old acquaintances!”
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