I WILL LIVE FOR MYSELF Vol. 5

Chapter 241

The next morning, Robert and the rest of the family were at the hospital before dawn. They had not wanted to leave Jacob alone overnight.

"Jacob, how did you sleep? How are you feeling?" Laxmi asked the moment she stepped into the ward. Her eyes were red. "Your mother barely closed her eyes. I kept worrying that your  headache would come back."

"Mom, I'm fine," Jacob said, shaking his head. "I slept well."

The tension in the room eased. Konika Miller settled on the edge of the bed with a bowl of porridge. "Are you hungry? Let me feed you."

Jacob did not refuse. He let his family take care of him.

After breakfast, Robert and the others planned to go back to the hospital administration and press the specialists on when they could examine Jacob properly.

Jacob stopped them. "Mom, Dad, Second Sister—you don't need to do that. I feel completely fine now."

"How is that possible?" Laxmi said. "You were in agony yesterday."

Robert frowned. "Jacob, you need rest. We're here now. At the very least, we should have the experts from the capital give you a thorough exam so we can stop worrying."

Konika nodded. "He's better now, but the pressure on him has been enormous. A specialist should still take a look."

Jacob said nothing.

If he had not been afraid of running into Khushi back in Kingsland, he never would have dragged everyone to the provincial capital in the first place.

All he wanted now was to get home and watch Jerry's reputation collapse after being branded a murderer.

"Mom, Dad, Second Sister, I'm really all right," he said. "Maybe that neurosurgeon was right. It was exhaustion and stress."

"And last night, Mony Roy reached out again. She said she's willing to put the past behind us and keep investing in RM Group. She guaranteed she can turn the company around."

Robert's face lit up. He seized Jacob's hand. "Jacob—is that true?"

"Of course it is. Why would I lie to you?"

"Good. Good!" Robert beamed. "That is my son. RM Group is saved."

Laxmi clapped her hands. "Jacob really can do anything. We raised you right. You're worth ten of that ungrateful Jerry."

Konika smiled. "I knew Brother Jacob wouldn't let us down. How could that traitor ever compare?"

The family lavished praise on Jacob. In their minds, his headaches had never been illness—only stress, and Jerry was the source of all of it.

They packed up, discharged him, and headed back to Kingsland.

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At the same hour, Khushi Miller was tearing through Kingsland Hospital.

She had spent the night trying to reach her parents and Konika, desperate to expose Jacob to their faces. Every phone had been switched off since the evening before. No one answered.

She arrived at dawn and learned from a nurse that Jacob had already been discharged the previous day.

Outside the entrance she kept dialing, again and again. Nothing.

Despair turned to rage.

"Jacob, where did you take Mom, Dad, and Second Sister? Whatever game you're playing, I will expose you."

She tried Konika one more time. Still off.

With no other option, she decided to find Jerry first.

She had not slept. Rage at Jacob's mask of innocence warred with guilt so sharp it made her chest ache. Images kept flashing through her mind—Jerry bullied, berated, punished by the very people who were supposed to protect him.

She knew Jerry despised the Miller family now. She knew he might never forgive her. She still had to apologize in person.

If he struck her or screamed at her, she would take it. She owed him that much.

She drove her Ferrari straight to JM Group headquarters.

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By the time she pulled up, Jerry was outside with his team, about to leave for a meeting.

Khushi sat in the car, rehearsing words she did not know how to say.

Jerry glanced at the Ferrari, met her eyes, and looked away. He got into his own vehicle without a word.

"Jerry..."

His gaze had been colder than a stranger's. The pain of it stole her breath.

No, she told herself. No matter how much he hates me, I have to face him. He is still my brother. He cannot be that cruel.

She reached for the door handle.

A truck barreled in from the side.

She had no time to react.

The impact slammed the Ferrari sideways. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The car skidded several yards and folded in on itself.

Pedestrians froze, then backed away. No one moved to help. Everyone had heard stories about good Samaritans being sued into ruin. They pointed and whispered from a safe distance.

Khushi was still conscious. Her lower body was pinned. She could not move her legs.

She tried to scream. Her throat would not work.

The truck driver shoved his door open, looked once at the wreck, and ran.

For a moment she thought she would die alone in the street.

Then she saw Jerry step out of his car.

Hope flared.

He was coming. He had to be.

He did not come. He stood at the edge of the crowd and watched her, expressionless, as if she were a stranger bleeding out on the asphalt.

How?

Disappointment cut deeper than the pain in her legs. Jerry had always been the one who could not walk past someone in trouble. Even for an enemy, he would have acted.

Only then did she understand what abandonment felt like.

In the past few days she had been driven toward suicide. Her parents and sisters had turned their backs. Now, with her life hanging by a thread, Jerry stood still.

This was what he had endured.

A broken laugh escaped her.

"I was an idiot," she whispered. "I did all of this to my own brother for a man who isn't even blood."

"Jerry gave everything to this family and asked for nothing. We repaid him with cruelty. I deserve this."

"If I were him, I wouldn't save me either."

The anger she had carried toward Jerry vanished, leaving only shame.

If she had woken up sooner—if she had treated her brother the way he deserved—none of this would have happened.

She thought of her eldest sister, Ena, who had tried to warn them about Jacob and been called a traitor bought off by Jerry. The family had driven Ena away.

Khushi's vision blurred.

"Jerry, Ena—I'm sorry. If I had listened, none of this would have happened."

"I know I deserve to die. But I still owe you an apology."

Tears ran down her face. Her eyelids grew heavy.

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News of the accident swept Kingsland within the hour.

At first the story was only about the Miller family's second daughter. Then the narrative shifted.

People remembered the public feud between Jerry and Khushi. They remembered the rooftop incident days earlier. The theory wrote itself: Khushi had failed to die before, so Jerry hired a truck to finish the job.

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Chapter 242

Kingsland Hospital.

Emergency surgery had saved Khushi's life, but the damage to her spine was permanent. The doctors were blunt: she would not walk again.

The news hit her like lightning.

"Why?" she screamed from the bed. "Why did you save me? I'd rather be dead than live like this."

When she had seen Jerry's cold eyes at the crash scene, she had made peace with dying. This was her punishment.

She could not accept a future in a wheelchair.

A week ago she had been a celebrity with the world at her feet. Now she was crippled, abandoned, and alone in a hospital room.

The door burst open. Robert, Laxmi, and Konika rushed in.

"Khushi." Laxmi wrapped her arms around her daughter. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Robert's eyes were red. "I'm sorry we weren't here sooner."

Konika took her hand, crying. "Third Sister, don't worry. We'll find the best doctors. You'll walk again."

Khushi did not respond. She stared at Jacob with pure hatred.

Jacob said nothing. He could not meet her eyes.

He had hired a desperate man to kill Khushi—two birds, one stone. Her death would bury the truth about him spying on her in the bath, and it would drag Jerry into a murder scandal.

Hours earlier the hitman had called to say the job was done. Jacob had paid the balance and celebrated.

He had not expected Khushi to survive.

If she told the family what he had done, he would be cast out of the Miller household forever.

"Ha." Khushi shoved Laxmi and Konika away. "Are any of you actually my family?"

"Khushi, what kind of talk is that?" Laxmi snapped. "We came straight from the road when we heard about your accident. We haven't even been home."

"We care about you," Konika said gently. "Please don't push us away."

Robert added, "We've been running on fumes for days, Khushi. The moment we got your news, we came."

Khushi laughed without humor. "You had time to fawn over Jacob's headache in another city, but when I was ready to jump off a roof, you turned your phones off."

"You didn't lose sleep because of me. You lost sleep because of him."

"Where were you when I needed you? I called and called. Nobody answered. Jacob is all that matters in this house."

"I don't understand what spell he has on you. Because of him we destroyed Jerry. Because of him we drove Ena away. And now that I'm broken, you still defend him. What is wrong with this family?"

"How dare you speak about Jacob that way?" Laxmi's voice rose. "He's your brother. Jerry poisoned your mind—that snake lives to turn family against family."

Konika nodded. "Jacob's headaches are real. The doctors said stress caused them. Jerry is using you. Don't forget who loves you."

Robert looked stern. "Khushi, Jacob has carried this family on his back. Even while he was sick, he was trying to save RM Group. Jerry is the traitor. I'm ashamed you're siding with him."

Because she had insulted Jacob, the family turned on the daughter who could no longer stand.

Jacob seized the moment, voice trembling with false grief. "Please don't blame Third Sister. She's been through too much. I understand."

"If my body weren't so weak, you wouldn't have taken me to the capital. If we'd stayed home, maybe we could have been with her. This is my fault."

"I deserve to die. Third Sister, I'm sorry."

He knew Khushi would accuse him of watching her shower. He wanted to push her over the edge. If she sounded insane, no one would believe a word she said.

It worked.

Khushi snatched a pillow and hurled it at him. "Stop performing, Jacob. You make me sick."

"You're the reason this family tore itself apart. Jerry, Ena, now me—you set every fire."

"You played the innocent so well I almost believed you myself."

"That's enough!" Laxmi shielded Jacob. "How can you call your brother names? Jacob sacrificed everything for us, and this is how you repay him? Apologize right now, or I will not forgive you."

Robert agreed. "You went too far. Jacob was sick and still trying to save the company."

Konika dragged Jacob closer to the bed. "Apologize, Khushi. Now."

"You're all insane!" Khushi roared. "Every time something went missing or something went wrong, Jacob framed Jerry. He drove my brother out. If not for him, Jerry wouldn't hate us."

"You call him obedient? He watched me shower. The security footage proves he spied on me every day. When Jerry caught him last time, I lied and blamed Jerry because I was too blind to check the tapes."

"Jacob, you animal—why don't you just die?"

"Khushi, stop talking nonsense," Laxmi said. "Jerry must have threatened you into framing Jacob."

Robert and Konika preferred to believe Jerry was manipulating her rather than accept Jacob's guilt.

Khushi had nothing left to say. She held out her phone.

"Watch."

The screen showed Jacob outside her bathroom door, night after night.

Laxmi went pale. Robert's face darkened. Konika's hands shook.

"Jacob," Laxmi whispered, "she's your sister. How could you?"

Robert's voice cracked with rage. "We treated you better than our own son, and you repay us with this?"

Konika stared at her younger brother. For the first time, she wondered if Khushi had been right all along—if Jacob had been framing Jerry from the beginning.

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Chapter 243

Jacob panicked.

Am I about to be thrown out?

The Miller family was his last refuge. Without them he was nobody—and the evidence on Khushi's phone was undeniable.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed.

"Mom, Dad, Second Sister, Third Sister—I'm sorry. I lost control. I acted like an animal."

"Third Sister is beautiful. I couldn't help myself. Hit me, scream at me, I won't argue."

"As for framing Jerry—I never meant harm. You raised me with kindness. I haven't repaid you yet. I was terrified you'd cast me out and I'd lose my only chance to honor you."

"Apart from this, I swear I never hurt anyone."

"I know I'm adopted. Jerry is your real son. Even if he wronged this family, he's still your blood."

"I don't ask Third Sister to forgive me. I only ask her to believe I never plotted against Jerry."

"Mom, Dad, sisters—thank you for everything. I can only repay you in the next life."

He kowtowed three times and stood to leave.

Laxmi blocked the door, tears streaming. "Jacob, you are not going anywhere. Whatever you did, you are still my son. Peeping is wrong, but you're a young man with needs. I understand."

"I will not let you leave this family. Robert—say something! Are you really going to throw our son out?"

Robert nodded quickly. "Your mother's right. We believe in your character."

"Khushi, he explained himself. He couldn't help looking because you're beautiful. It wasn't malicious. Let it go."

Konika pulled Jacob back. "He apologized. We're family. Don't make a spectacle."

Khushi stared, speechless.

She had known they favored Jacob. She had once been the same.

But she had brought proof—video, testimony, a hit-and-run ordered from his phone—and they still wanted to forgive him.

Instead they blamed her.

Jacob's pitiful act made her scream. "Are you even my parents? You keep hurting your real children for this parasite."

"You drove Ena away. Now you want to kill me for him."

"Do you know what you destroy when you spy on a woman? He ruined my reputation for months—and you shrug it off and tell me to stop making trouble for him?"

"He didn't just watch me. He sent someone to run me over. If I hadn't survived, you wouldn't be standing here."

"Jacob, you poisonous snake—I'll kill you."

She broke down, hysterical, unable to rise from the mattress.

Robert, Laxmi, and Konika recoiled. Peeping was one thing. Murder was another.

Konika tried to calm her. "Third Sister, breathe. There must be a misunderstanding."

Robert promised, "If Jacob did this, I won't protect him. But you're injured—you can't work yourself up."

Only Laxmi remained unmoved. "This is Jerry's doing. First Ena, now Khushi. That monster is tearing us apart. I won't let him win."

Khushi nearly choked on rage. The truth was in front of them and Laxmi still refused to think.

She laughed—a hollow, broken sound—and wept.

She wept for a family that would not be saved. She wept for Jerry, whom she had betrayed when he was the only one who ever protected her.

If she could turn back time, she would.

"Khushi, what's wrong?" Konika asked, alarmed. "You're laughing and crying—"

Robert turned to Jacob. "Explain yourself. Why does she say you hired the driver?"

Konika's voice was cold. "I want answers. I don't believe you'd do it—but why would she invent this?"

Jacob kept his face calm while his pulse hammered.

Then he saw Khushi swaying between laughter and tears, and inspiration struck.

"Dad, Mom, sisters—Third Sister has suffered too much. If taking the blame helps her heal, I'll accept it. I just want her happy again, like before."

Laxmi beamed and pulled him close. "See? Obedient, sensible—how could he hurt anyone? Khushi, stop targeting your brother."

Khushi laughed louder. "Keep ignoring me. He'll destroy you all. I'm the proof."

"Jacob, even as a ghost I'll haunt you."

She collapsed into sobs. Days of trauma had shattered her mind.

Robert and Konika, shaken by her instability, chose Jacob again.

Konika whispered, "She's lost her mind."

Robert sighed. "What a tragedy. If Jerry hadn't poisoned this house, Ena would still be here, and Khushi would be whole."

Jacob pressed the advantage. "Don't grieve. Good people are rewarded. I'll find the best doctors for Third Sister."

Laxmi wiped her eyes. "That's my boy. Even after how she treated you, you still care."

Konika exhaled in relief. "Thank God we see Jacob clearly. Imagine if we'd believed her madness and wronged him."

She looked at Khushi rocking on the bed and started crying all over again.

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Chapter 244

Public outrage over Khushi's accident kept building. Every major outlet in Kingsland ran the story until it dominated the news cycle.

Even JM Group's business partners began to distance themselves. This was not another tabloid scandal. A woman's life had been destroyed. If Jerry were tied to attempted murder, no amount of influence would save him.

Inside the president's office, Miss Shan reported each new headline with growing dread.

"President Miller, the narrative is completely one-sided. They're saying you hired someone to kill your own sister."

"If this continues, the damage to the group will be severe. Should we issue a statement?"

Jerry lit a cigarette, unhurried. "No rush. The show just started. Let it run."

"President Miller, this isn't a joke," Miss Shan said. "They're accusing you of murder."

"I know how to handle it," Jerry said coldly. "Do your job."

"Yes, sir." She withdrew, chastened.

Jerry understood she meant well. He did not tolerate second-guessing.

Tim Roy arrived minutes later.

"You're brewing tea while the city burns?" Tim dropped into a chair. "Do you understand what's happening out there?"

Jerry poured a cup and slid it across the desk. "If the sky falls, someone taller will catch it. Drink."

Tim downed the tea in one swallow and laid out the situation: public opinion, the Miller family's likely next move, and the manhunt for the truck driver.

Surveillance confirmed the hit had been planned. The driver had waited near JM Group, struck the moment Khushi arrived, then vanished—disguised, untraceable.

Every clue pointed at Jerry.

"I'm putting every resource into finding that driver," Tim said. "Once we have him, we clear your name. But Jerry—who hates the Millers enough to kill Khushi just to frame you?"

Jerry smiled. "You're asking the wrong question, Chief. Khushi wasn't the target. I was."

"Me?"

"They hit her at my front door because everyone in Kingsland knows our history. The story writes itself: bitter feud, attempted murder, Miller sister crippled."

"Half the state wants me dead, but most of them aren't stupid enough to strike in broad daylight with the whole city watching."

Tim frowned. "Jacob? That weasel plays games, but murder? Even the Rhys family wouldn't touch you like this."

Jerry said nothing.

Jacob alone did not have the nerve. Mony Roy did.

She had used the Millers once and watched the plan collapse. This was round two—and the board was set exactly the way she wanted.

Let them celebrate. Let the headlines scream. Jerry preferred watching people climb high before he pulled the ladder away.

"Fine," Tim said, reading his eyes. "I'll focus on Jacob."

He left without finishing his tea.

Alone again, Jerry browsed the feeds. The headlines were absurd.

"JM Group CEO, spurned by sister, orders hit."

"Family fortune over blood—Miller heir poisons his own sister."

He laughed. "They'll say anything for clicks."

His phone rang. Unknown number.

He let it ring twice, then answered. "Who is this?"

"Charles Paper."

Jerry's pulse jumped. He had thought about Rose Paper every day since they parted. A call from her father could mean anything.

"Let's have dinner," Charles said. No preamble.

"Send me the place when you've decided," Jerry replied, keeping his voice level.

He hung up and stared at the wall.

Charles had made his dislike plain. He had forbidden Rose from seeing Jerry. So why reach out now?

Rose in trouble? Forced engagement? Family pressure?

None of it quite fit. Charles would not help Jerry even if Rose begged.

More likely business. The military and the drones, perhaps.

Jerry set the phone down. He would know soon enough.

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Across town, in a hotel suite, Mony Roy reclined against the headboard, color high in her cheeks. Jacob lay beside her like a man drained of blood.

He wished he never had to see her again.

Every meeting cost him something he could not get back. If this continued, she would use him to death.

He still could not survive without her.

"Sister Roy," he said carefully, "Jerry must be panicking. What's our next move?"

Mony Roy smiled. "Oh, he's finished this time. No more lucky escapes."

"You were decisive. President Brown is pleased. Even if Jerry lives, he'll never recover. Your rise is guaranteed."

Jacob sat up, energized. "It's all because you gave me the chance. Jerry's finally done for."

"Good." Her smile turned sharp. "Then show me how grateful you are."

Jacob went still. He was already exhausted. Another round might kill him.

But the words were out, and he could not refuse her.

She tossed him a small bottle. "Take these."

"Yes, Sister Roy."

He swallowed the pills, climbed back into bed, and murmured thanks while she watched him like property.

Jacob's flattery pleased her. That was enough—for now.

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Chapter 245

Mony Roy smiled. "You don't need to do anything else. President Brown already arranged it. He's sent a team from the provincial police to arrest Jerry."

"Public opinion has done the work. Everyone believes Jerry ordered the hit. Even if the Kingsland chief and the mayor intervene, it won't matter. Jerry is finished."

"Once they put him away, he can forget about coming out."

"You've settled President Brown's grudge. He's delighted. Your career is about to explode."

"Wonderful!" Jacob said. "Sister Roy, following you was the best decision I ever made. Jerry is finally going down."

"I owe you more than I can say."

The provincial department outranked anything Jerry had in Kingsland. Police chief, mayor, connections—none of it would matter now.

Mony Roy's smile turned knowing. "Then prove it."

Jacob read her expression and went quiet. He was running on fumes. If she wanted more, she might actually break him.

She did not negotiate. She had already gotten what she wanted.

She threw him another handful of pills. "Take them."

"Yes, Sister Roy."

He swallowed, climbed into bed, and thanked her again.

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At the provincial police headquarters, Chief Secretary Morris received direct orders: lead a team to Kingsland and arrest Jerry Miller for hiring a driver to murder Khushi Miller.

Morris left within the hour.

At Kingsland PD, Tim Roy sat in his office replaying surveillance frame by frame, searching for any crack that would prove Jerry's innocence.

So far—nothing.

The driver had known Khushi would come to JM Group. He had waited, struck, and disappeared. Disguise, no trail, no ID.

The case was a nightmare for the defense.

Tim would not let his brother fall for a frame job.

An officer burst in. "Chief—Secretary Morris is en route from the capital. They're coming specifically for Mr. Jerry."

Tim shot to his feet. "That's what I was afraid of. There's no hard evidence, and they can't wait to cuff him."

"This is a hit job. We cannot let them take him."

He could not stop a provincial team alone. His only hope was Governor Song Philip.

Song agreed immediately. The two men drove straight to the provincial bureau and demanded an audience with the chief.

"Chief," Tim said, "our investigation points away from Jerry. Someone hired that driver to kill Khushi and frame my friend. Give us time to prove it. If Jerry is guilty, I'll arrest him myself."

Song backed him. "Jerry is one of Kingsland's most promising entrepreneurs. He would not throw his future away on murder. We ask for patience while we finish the case."

"There is no direct evidence linking Jerry to the driver—"

Tim pressed on. "Jerry isn't stupid. If he wanted Khushi dead, he wouldn't do it outside his own headquarters. That would be confessing in public."

The provincial chief was unmoved. "You came all this way to protect a suspect?"

"Jerry will be arrested. I know you're close to him. Higher authorities are watching this case. Nobody can shield him."

"You want evidence? The public is the evidence. Everyone knows the Miller feud. Days ago he drove her toward suicide. Who else would you blame?"

"Stay out of it, or I'll charge you as accomplices."

He had them thrown out.

Tim and Song stood on the steps, stunned. In Kingsland they were power brokers. Here they were nobody.

"We call Jerry," Song said quietly. "If there's no way out, I'll contact my old mentor."

He dialed. "Jerry, listen—the provincial chief ordered your arrest. Drop whatever you're doing and disappear. I'll find proof."

In his office, Jerry leaned back, unbothered.

Charles Paper had invited him to dinner. He doubted the military would let him rot in a cell tonight.

Tim's warning moved him anyway. The man was risking his badge for him.

"They won't take me," Jerry said. "Don't worry."

"Are you insane? The provincial chief gave the order personally. Song and I begged him. He threw us out."

"President Miller, this isn't like before. Go underground. If they cuff you, you're done."

"I won't run and leave my people hanging," Jerry said. "I'm not that man. Nobody arrests me today. Trust me."

Tim hesitated, then exhaled. "All right. But I'm not stopping until you're clear."

Jerry's calm left Tim with more fear than comfort. This time the enemy was not a local rival.

It was the entire machine Mony Roy and President Brown had set in motion—and it was already rolling toward JM Group.

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Chapter 246

Soon afterward, Charles Paper met Jerry in a private room at a hotel.

Jerry looked calm on the surface, but inside he was tense. It wasn't Charles Paper's rank that unsettled him—it was not knowing why the man had summoned him. Was this about Rose Paper, or something else entirely?

Jerry hadn't heard from Rose in so long that he missed her constantly. Hopefully Charles would tell him how she was doing now.

"You're here. Please, have a seat."

Charles Paper's expression didn't change. He gestured Jerry to the table with the same unruffled composure he always wore.

Jerry said nothing and sat down across from him.

Charles ordered the food and then fell silent. He didn't speak again until they were eating.

That puzzled Jerry. Charles hadn't invited him out just for a meal—yet the meal was nearly finished and the man still hadn't said a word. Jerry grew restless.

Whatever Charles wanted, Jerry only cared about one thing: Rose.

After downing a glass of wine, Jerry finally asked, "Mr. Charles, Rose hasn't contacted me since you took her away last time. Are you keeping her from reaching out?"

Charles, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, stopped and stared at Jerry.

Jerry held his gaze without flinching.

A few seconds passed. Charles picked up his food again and said gravely, "I advise you not to ask about my sister right now. All I can tell you is that she's living a very happy life."

Disappointment settled over Jerry. "Then if this isn't about Rose," he said flatly, "you didn't come all this way just to buy me dinner, did you?"

"Of course not." Seeing Jerry's expression shift, Charles smiled. "Besides dinner, there's something I need you to do."

"According to intelligence we've received, arms dealers are moving weapons through the region. That's unacceptable. Our investigation suggests the network is hiding in Kingsland."

"So I need your help finding them."

Charles had considered asking the Kingsland government first, but officials could only scratch the surface. They couldn't reach the dark corners where dealers actually operated—and any official probe would leak, making the hunt harder.

That was why they had come to Jerry.

Right now, Jerry was the best man for the job. He commanded the Black Wolf Gang and a wide information network. He had close ties to the police chief and the mayor. He moved comfortably in both the legal world and the underworld.

There was also Rose.

Charles still didn't approve of his sister dating Jerry. In his view, Jerry wasn't high enough and wasn't strong enough to protect her. But if Jerry could prove otherwise, Charles would acknowledge him as a brother-in-law.

This assignment was also a test.

Jerry sneered inwardly.

Charles had torn Rose away without regard for his feelings. Months later, he still wouldn't let her contact him—and now he had the nerve to ask for a favor?

If Jerry weren't still too weak to offend the Paper Family, he would have put his fists through Charles's face.

For Jerry, almost anything was negotiable.

But no one could separate him from Rose. No one.

He had failed her in his past life. Reborn, he could not lose her again.

So what if Charles was her brother?

"Mr. Charles, you think too highly of me. Arms dealers aren't to be trifled with. I'm a businessman. You're sending me to my death."

"Besides, with the Paper Family's resources, finding people shouldn't be that hard, should it?"

"So I can't agree."

Charles was surprised. If Jerry wanted Rose back, shouldn't he be trying to curry favor?

He hadn't expected backbone—Jerry daring to refuse him outright.

Charles wasn't angry. He smiled. "Jerry, I know you're unhappy about being separated from Rose. But one thing is one thing. You can't confuse the two."

"With my family's status, what kind of man can't Rose have? Wouldn't any one of them be better than you?"

"Do you really think you can protect her with what you have now?"

"I don't think I need to say more. Your recent affairs have caused quite a stir in Kingsland. You're struggling to survive yourself. Do you want Rose living in constant fear beside you?"

"If you want her with you, prove you can handle it. If you can't, stop bothering her."

"I'm going to the restroom. Think carefully. If you refuse, I won't force you."

Charles's words left Jerry speechless.

He's right. I'm already drowning in trouble. If Rose stayed at my side, she'd be in danger every day.

Maybe the Paper Family really is the safest place for her right now.

Charles was correct: Jerry had offended too many people lately, and they were all hunting ways to destroy him. He missed Rose every day. He wanted her beside him every day.

But he couldn't put her at risk.

The only path was to solve his immediate problems and grow strong—fast. Only then could he keep her safe. Only then would he be qualified to demand her from the Paper Family.

Boom!

The private room door flew open.

A dozen armed police officers rushed in, led by the secretary to the provincial bureau chief.

Secretary Morris saw only Jerry in the room and signaled his men to surround him.

"Jerry Miller, right? You're suspected of hiring someone to commit murder. I'm formally arresting you. Here's the warrant. Are you coming quietly, or do my men carry you out?" Morris said arrogantly.

Jerry glanced at the warrant and remained perfectly calm.

"You people are something else," he sneered. "You accuse me of murder-for-hire. Do you have evidence?"

"How dare you!" Morris snapped. "We have a warrant. Cooperate, or I'll have them drag you out."

Jerry's face went cold. "If you're charging me with murder, produce evidence. Without evidence, I'm at most a suspect."

"And you—without evidence proving you didn't commit murder—are a suspect too."

"You, you, you!" Morris's face flushed red. He ordered the officers forward. "Sharp tongue. Let's see if you're still confident at the station."

"Take him down."

Jerry showed no fear. "Secretary Morris, is it? I advise you to leave now, or you'll regret it."

Morris thought Jerry was stalling and grew bolder. "Kid, you're about to die and you're still trying to scare me? I'm secretary to the head of the provincial bureau. You think you can frighten me?"

"Don't try anything funny. Even if God himself showed up today, he couldn't save you. Act reckless and we'll put you down without mercy."

Morris was furious. Jerry was doomed and still had the nerve to threaten him.

Once they got to the station, Morris would teach him a lesson.

"Is that so? I'd like to see who's so arrogant."

A strong, clear voice came from the bathroom doorway inside the private room.

Charles Paper.

"How dare you—" Morris barked without even looking.

Then he saw Charles's face.

His legs went weak. If the two officers beside him hadn't caught him, he would have collapsed.

"Commander Charles, what brings you here—"

Morris dropped to his knees, too terrified to speak.

He had only been ordered to arrest Jerry. He never expected to run into this living devil.

Charles Paper was only a lieutenant, but his father commanded a massive army. A provincial police secretary was nothing beside him—nor was the provincial governor.

Jerry had been dining with Charles. No wonder he'd stayed so calm. He had protection at the highest level.

Morris had thought he was making his career. Instead he'd kicked a hornet's nest.

"What, did I ruin your plans?" Charles said coldly.

"No, no, no." Morris shook his head frantically. "Commander Charles, this is a misunderstanding. Our investigation suggests Jerry may be involved in a murder-for-hire case. We only wanted to bring him in for questioning. Nothing more."

"What a misunderstanding!" Charles said angrily. "You have no evidence and no witnesses, yet you dare issue an arrest warrant. What a display of official arrogance!"

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Chapter 247

"Commander Charles, I just—"

"Enough." Charles didn't want to waste words. "Take your men and get out. Now. But I'm warning you—if a single word about what happened today gets out, someone in your family dies."

"Get out!"

"Yes, yes."

Morris didn't dare linger another second. He'd heard of Charles Paper's methods. Otherwise no one would call him the Living Yama.

After kowtowing several times, he led his men away in disgrace.

Once they were gone, Charles asked, "So. Have you made up your mind?"

This time Jerry agreed without hesitation. If Charles hadn't intervened, he probably wouldn't have walked out of that room.

"You've helped me. It wouldn't be right to refuse. I'll do my best to find them," Jerry said, nodding.

"Good. That's enough."

Charles smiled and left the private room first. Jerry followed.

Meanwhile, as if possessed, Morris fled the hotel and raced back to the provincial police station.

The first thing he did was draft resignation letters—his own and more than a dozen officers'—and submit them to the provincial bureau chief.

"Secretary Morris, what's going on? I sent you to arrest Jerry. Where is he? You didn't catch him, but you handed me resignations. What happened?" The chief was baffled.

Morris, pale as paper, said, "Chief, I'm sorry. Something happened at home. I have to leave immediately."

The chief was still puzzled. "What happened? You didn't complete your assignment. And even if something came up at home, I would have approved leave. Why resign?"

When the chief refused, Morris knelt on the floor, tears welling in his eyes.

"Chief, I beg you. For all the years I've served you faithfully—please let me go."

The chief sensed something was wrong. "Tell me honestly. What happened?"

Morris wanted to die on the spot, but he refused to say another word. He couldn't risk his whole family being wiped out.

In the end the chief got nothing. Morris kept crying and sobbing until they had no choice but to sign his release.

When the chief learned that every officer who'd gone with Morris to arrest Jerry had also resigned afterward, alarm bells rang. They'd failed to bring anyone in—and then everyone quit at once.

He thought for a long time and still couldn't piece it together, so he called President Brown and explained everything.

President Brown had personally ordered Jerry's arrest. Failure meant a scolding—and Brown delivered.

At President Brown's home, he was hosting a banquet for Jacob.

"Jacob, I've always had high hopes for you, and you haven't disappointed me. Keep up the good work and I'll make sure you get what you deserve."

Jacob was flattered. "President Brown, you flatter me. Serving you is my honor. And it was only thanks to your guidance and Sister Roy's that things went so smoothly this time."

The compliments pleased President Brown and Mony Roy.

Jacob was secretly delighted. With Jerry eliminated, no one in Kingsland would stand in his way.

So what if Tim Roy and Song Philip were Jerry's friends? Jacob had latched onto Mony Roy and President Brown's coattails. They were ants now—crushing them would be effortless.

He knew President Brown's power. Even the provincial governor treated him with respect. Without Brown's investment in provincial construction projects—and the GDP boost that came with them—the governor would have been fired long ago.

As long as Jacob clung to President Brown, he could reach the pinnacle of his life.

As for Mony Roy… Jacob had already developed hatred for her.

His body was completely drained, and now this woman tormented him every few days. If it continued, she'd ruin him.

But now wasn't the time to turn on her. He still needed her connections for more opportunities with President Brown.

Once he'd established himself in Brown's eyes, he wouldn't need her anymore.

By the way—

Jacob's plan was well thought out.

He didn't know that in President Brown's mind, he was just a useful tool. Tonight's dinner was meant to keep Jacob working wholeheartedly.

Once a tool lost its use, Brown would discard it without hesitation—and might make it disappear forever.

In the eyes of a man like President Brown, human life was the cheapest thing there was.

"Haha, good!" President Brown smiled. "Not bad. You have a bright future—"

His phone rang. Seeing the provincial police chief's number, he assumed the matter was settled and answered immediately.

"So. Have you caught him?"

"What?"

Hearing the report, President Brown's smile vanished. His face went pale.

"What are you good for? You can't handle this simple task. A bunch of useless trash." He slammed the phone down.

Mony Roy hurried over. "President Brown, has something happened?"

Brown stared coldly at Jacob and Mony Roy, sending chills down their spines.

"Those useless people were sent to capture Jerry. Not only did they fail, everyone who went to arrest him resigned afterward. When asked why, they wouldn't say a word."

Mony Roy's expression turned ugly. "How could this be? Could Jerry have done something to them?"

Jacob jumped in. "Impossible. I know Jerry. He has some connections in Kingsland—he's on good terms with Bureau Chief Tim Roy and Mayor Song Philip."

"But this time it was the provincial bureau secretary who went to arrest him, and they didn't dare stop him."

"So why are Secretary Morris and the others—?"

Jacob couldn't finish.

No one understood. Why hadn't Morris arrested Jerry? Why had he resigned as if terrified of something?

They speculated for a while but found no answer. It was too incredible. It made no sense.

"President Brown, Sister Roy, what should we do now? We can't just let Jerry keep running around Kingsland, can we?" Jacob asked.

Mony Roy looked puzzled. "This is very strange. I think we shouldn't act rashly for now. Let's see how things develop. Even the provincial police chief's secretary was frightened enough to resign. Something must have happened."

"Forcibly bringing Jerry in now would not be wise."

President Brown nodded. "Mony Roy is right. This is strange. Let's wait and let Jerry live a few more days."

"Jacob, if there's nothing else, you can go."

Jacob didn't dare push further. "Okay, President Brown, Sister Roy. I'll head back. If you need anything, just let me know."

After Jacob left, Mony Roy's face went pale—terrified.

She knew clearly what was coming: inhuman torture again.

As expected, President Brown called her to his room, took out a pair of toys, and set them before her—candles, whips, and more.

It had happened countless times.

Each time felt like dying. Each time made her fear death itself.

Still, she dared not resist. She could only silently accept it all while pretending to enjoy it.

Whether Brown was happy or angry, he reached for those toys.

Mony Roy lay obediently on the bed.

President Brown lashed out with the leather whip without hesitation, the strikes cracking like firecrackers.

Meanwhile, in the president's office at JM Group—

Tim Roy looked incredulous. "You're something else, kid. I was worried sick, and you're sitting here drinking tea unharmed. I should've just left you alone."

Jerry smiled slightly. "I told you not to worry. They can't take me away."

"Keep bragging." Tim Roy leaned in. "Tell me honestly—what did you do to make even the provincial police unable to arrest you?"

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed." Jerry shook his head.

It wasn't gamesmanship. Charles Paper had warned that anyone who spoke a word would lose a family member. Jerry wanted to tell everything—but not at the cost of wiping out the entire Miller Family.

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Chapter 248

However, Jerry didn't want to offend Charles Paper over this, so he dropped the subject.

Seeing his mysterious manner, Tim Roy was speechless and didn't press further.

"Fine, don't tell me—as long as you're alright. But be careful lately. The people trying to get you won't let this go."

He dropped onto the sofa and poured himself tea.

"I know who's behind this. He won't bring me down that easily." Jerry showed no worry, sipping his tea at leisure.

Tim Roy took a sip, a smile appearing in his eyes. "Just keep it in mind. If you run into trouble, call me. I'll do what I can."

He regarded Jerry as a brother. He couldn't stand idle while his brother was in trouble.

"Okay." Jerry nodded with a smile, his thoughts already drifting far away.

They chatted a few more minutes before Tim Roy took a call and left.

Jerry set down his teacup, sat at his desk, pondered a moment, then dialed a number.

"Any progress on what I asked you to investigate?"

A quick reply came: "Mr. Miller, the detailed analysis report has been sent to your email. You can check it now."

Satisfied, Jerry hung up.

He lit a cigarette. The flickering flame carried him through a deep drag and a thick smoke ring.

If you want to scheme against me, you'd better consider what I'm worth.

In Kingsland, no one had yet escaped his grasp.

After finishing his cigarette, he left the office and drove to an automobile company.

He parked and walked into Rhodes State-Owned Automobile Company.

The industry's former star had long since faded. What remained was desolation.

Jerry had known Rhodes Automotive's true condition for some time. In increasingly fierce competition, outdated business concepts and constant imitation of others' operational philosophies had driven the huge company to the brink of bankruptcy.

Hovering on that brink, unable to attract funds or monetize existing resources, Rhodes Automotive had been in continuous deficit.

When he entered the CEO's office, the magnificent décor contrasted sharply with the cold, desolate cubicle area outside.

"Mr. Rhodes, I contacted you by phone before coming."

Hearing Rhodes Automotive was about to go bankrupt, Jerry genuinely wanted to acquire the company.

"You mean a face-to-face meeting? Does that mean you're investing in Rhodes Automotive?"

Mr. Zane Rhodes didn't realize the company was already a hollow shell. Their business had been gutted. Bankruptcy was imminent.

Jerry raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. What was so attractive about investing in a dying company?

"It's not an investment. I want to acquire Rhodes Automotive." Jerry's gaze was intense, his serious manner suggesting he wasn't joking.

Mr. Rhodes sneered, eyes narrowing with disdain.

"Acquisition?" That was the funniest joke he'd ever heard.

The young man in front of him didn't seem to have any real ability. What made him think he could buy the company?

"You?" Rhodes scoffed, face full of contempt. "You're not qualified."

His casual remark revealed everything.

Rhodes sat with legs crossed, eyebrows raised, attitude contemptuous and disdainful.

Jerry wasn't angry.

"As far as I know, Rhodes Automotive's total sales began declining three years ago. You were operating at a loss a year ago."

His voice was magnetic. He stared sharply at Rhodes. "A company on the verge of bankruptcy doesn't seem to have much investment value, does it?"

Jerry's eyes were calm, without a trace of flattery.

That surprised Rhodes. Normally young people showed him more respect. Why was this one so arrogant?

"Just because something has no investment value doesn't mean it should be acquired in such a short time for so little money. Don't you think you're humiliating people?"

When had young people become so arrogant?

Jerry sensed the other party's disdain. Perhaps because they'd always been at the top of the food chain—industry leaders—they had the confidence to be arrogant.

"Your company isn't making money right now. If you keep investing, it will only keep declining. Before long you won't just fail to profit—you won't be able to turn things around. You may even lose everything."

A hint of disdain appeared in his deep eyes. Jerry let out a cold laugh.

He'd investigated beforehand and knew the details. If the company wanted to keep making money, it needed capital.

There had been no technological innovation. Many talented people had already left. Any further investment would be wasted money.

"You once invested a large sum to have a studio help you innovate new energy vehicles. Those people used your money for research, and the final results never materialized, did they?"

The situation was still unclear, but new policies were intended to support new energy vehicles. Seizing that opportunity meant standing at the forefront and making real money.

No one wanted to miss the first fish of the wave—but being a trendsetter required courage.

"So how much money are you planning to offer?" Rhodes, gradually being persuaded, suddenly grew more serious.

He'd persisted this long not because the market was good, but because he wanted to ride the new energy wave and make more money.

Even acquiring the entire company would cost fifty billion.

This was a leading enterprise—a high-output player across the industry. They held considerable authorization, had partners, and universities assigned graduates to their programs.

He stared intently at Jerry, trying to see if the young man would offer a reasonable price—curious how much capital this kid actually commanded.

"Twenty billion."

Jerry calmly extended two fingers, as if flicking a piece of clothing that cost a few dozen dollars. No emotional fluctuation. Just bargaining.

Like a stagnant pool. A deep abyss. Impossible to see through.

When Rhodes heard the number, he found it laughable.

How could there be such a stupid young person?

Incredibly stupid—to think they could acquire Rhodes Automotive for twenty billion was pure wishful thinking.

"Judging from your appearance, you probably haven't done much business. Do you know what a frog in a well is? You want to acquire my company with that small amount? It seems you don't understand the automotive industry at all."

He picked up his cigarette case, took a high-quality cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, looking at Jerry with calm capability—as if examining a greenhorn.

They say a newborn calf isn't afraid of a tiger. This kid was really going against the grain.

"You think you can acquire my company with that little money? Do you look down on me or the automotive industry?"

In just a few words he'd been flattered—but Jerry knew words have equal and opposite meaning.

Fortunately, he had memories from his past life. He knew very well the conditions he proposed were ones Rhodes could not refuse.

"I can give you cash instead of a check. Cash can help you through any difficult time. But if you believe in the power of a check, I'm afraid you can't control your own destiny."

In his previous life, Rhodes finally attracted an investor—only to discover the other party was a shell company.

The technology was already at the end of its lifecycle. Other car companies were pushing R&D while the lab he'd funded ran off with his money.

New energy vehicle development was hollow. The investment was a trap that ultimately drove him to jump from a rooftop.

Tens of billions in debt left him breathless. He couldn't see the dawn of his life.

People always feel happiest when close to happiness—and lucky right before they fail.

"So your leverage in negotiating with me is that you think you have cash? Then why don't I seek financing from banks? Why don't I broaden my channels and find more buyers?"

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Chapter 249

He took a deep drag and exhaled a round smoke ring—arrogant, flawless.

"Do you know how many years of hard work my company put in to gain a foothold in the industry?" Rhodes asked, raising an eyebrow.

In a time of great upheaval, he'd spent a whole month running around doing business to earn his first pot of gold. With passion and unwavering courage, he'd finally built the company he ran today.

"You may see this as just another company to invest in or acquire. But do you know how difficult it is to build something like Rhodes Automotive? It's not as easy as you think."

He suddenly felt ridiculous, explaining his hardships to a young man.

"I spent a full ten billion on that laboratory in Hong Kong. Researching new energy vehicles is no easy task—long and arduous. What makes you think I'd agree for twenty billion?" He snorted and stubbed out his cigarette.

Just as Jerry was about to retort, someone knocked on the door.

Both men turned toward it. Rhodes's assistant entered.

"Mr. Rhodes, they've arrived. They had an appointment with you before. What do you think—" The assistant's gaze fell on Rhodes, then swept over Jerry with a complicated expression.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, the assistant knew the conversation wasn't going smoothly. If it had been, their CEO—who didn't smoke—wouldn't look this dissatisfied.

Rhodes raised his eyebrows slightly, anticipation in his eyes, and waved his hand.

"Since there's an appointment, we should keep it. We can't keep people waiting, can we?" It sounded like honoring an agreement. It was really telling Jerry to leave.

Jerry, not wanting to make a fool of himself, gave a meaningful look and slowly stood.

"President Rhodes must have endured a lot to build Rhodes Automotive. But once certain industries reach their end, there's no turning back. I'm not trying to suppress the industry or cause you trouble. I want cooperation and mutual benefit. Consider it."

He wasn't being conciliatory. He wanted to reason with them and appeal to their emotions.

Rhodes stubbed out his cigarette, said nothing, and stared intently at Jerry.

Sensing the other party's dissatisfied arrogance, Jerry decided not to linger.

Many industries sat at the development forefront. New energy vehicles could only thrive with policy support.

Since Rhodes already had plans with others, many more people were eyeing this opportunity.

Flowers attract bees. Only flies swarm toilets.

He strode out without looking back.

They had enough capital to build another Rhodes Automotive. Losing one didn't matter.

In the elevator on his way out, Jerry suddenly spotted two striking figures not far away.

One woman wore an elegant suit and white heels, exuding capable efficiency. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail—every inch the successful career woman.

The other had curly hair and heavy makeup. Her perfume was pungent. A blue dress accentuated her curves, making her exceptionally charming.

Jerry guessed their identities but made no sound. He left in the elevator.

Back in his car, he immediately began reviewing the situation.

His right index finger tapped lightly on the steering wheel. His gaze fixed on the distance—seemingly vacant, actually lost in thought.

They must both be optimistic about new energy vehicles—a major trend. Their presence here had been well prepared.

The real reason Rhodes didn't want to do business with him wasn't the low offer.

Rhodes never took him seriously from the beginning.

Perhaps Jerry wanted not only to save the company from bankruptcy through acquisition, but also to build connections with powerful figures—making money and relationships at once. A profit-driven businessman through and through.

What advantages did he have compared to those two women?

At that moment, Lele and Maya Brown walked out of the elevator together. Lele fiddled with her thick curls. Maya Brown adjusted her glasses slightly.

She'd noticed that familiar figure in the elevator, and doubt crept in.

Why is he here?

Maya Brown didn't know Jerry well, but she'd heard her father mention him and had investigated with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Though they'd never officially met, she had a distinct impression of him.

A nouveau riche—but truly remarkable that he'd built his own business with his own hands. Someone worth watching.

"What's wrong? You seemed a bit off after you got in the elevator," Lele asked softly, sensing Maya Brown's shift in attitude.

Maya Brown snapped out of her daze and offered a polite smile. "Nothing. I thought I saw someone familiar, but I might have been mistaken."

She'd heard Jerry's name before, but meeting him here wasn't normal.

Rhodes Automotive was on the verge of bankruptcy, struggling helplessly for investment.

The two had traveled together precisely for the acquisition.

Maya Brown didn't think much of the company. Even in new energy, they'd done extensive research beforehand.

Her father had wide interests across industries and had invested in countless businesses. Why should he care about a small new energy play?

"I hope we can finalize cooperation today," Maya Brown thought with a hint of unease.

The fact that Mr. Rhodes was willing to receive them meant they were halfway to success.

As the two stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor, the assistant's face lit up with excitement.

"Just now, some arrogant young man tried to acquire our company, and CEO Rhodes gave him a thorough dressing-down. Nothing like Miss Sen and Miss Brown. You two will definitely satisfy our CEO."

Perhaps seeing the company's worrying prospects, the assistant hoped for a quick acquisition.

Lele straightened her back, exuding even greater arrogance.

For this cooperation meeting, she'd chosen a blue dress with a deep V-neck that accentuated her cleavage. The blue set off her fair skin like delicate tofu. She'd let her thick curls fall loose, adorned with a diamond-encrusted clip—playful and charming.

Her hair, gathered intentionally in front, drew attention to the faintly visible cleavage. The dress wasn't long, revealing long snow-white legs and dazzling heels.

This didn't look like a business meeting. It looked like an event to attract male guests.

Are you sure you can close a deal dressed like that?

Maya Brown usually preferred formal attire. On her wrist was a special women's watch recently launched at Fashion Week. With her prominent family background, expensive watches weren't difficult—but she kept a low profile.

"Do I have to dress like this when discussing business with a man?" Lele asked, puzzled.

Soon she realized she'd said something inappropriate. She grabbed Maya Brown's arm, eyes turning obedient.

"I just want to give people a friendly feeling. I can't appreciate the intellectual beauty an ice queen like you exudes. Only high-end people can appreciate that," Lele said with a smile.

Seemingly praise. Actually a subtle dig: how could a woman in formal attire all day have femininity enough to attract men?

The assistant soon led them into the office.

Mr. Rhodes sat in his chair, demeanor completely different from his arrogant treatment of Jerry moments before. He carefully reviewed documents in his hands.

Even with no projects to move forward, the company still needed to appear exceptionally professional—creating the impression of normal operations so they could negotiate a higher price.

"Mr. Rhodes, Miss Sen and Miss Brown have arrived," the assistant announced.

Rhodes quickly set down his pen and looked up.

Lele stepped forward, placed her hands on the desk, and bent down slightly. "President Rhodes is such a busy man. Surely you have time to receive us?"

Her playful curls cascaded down. Her deep, prominent cleavage was impossible to ignore.

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Chapter 250

Rhodes had intended to act serious, but the sight took him aback.

To avoid embarrassment, he coughed twice. "It is truly an honor to have two beautiful ladies grace us with their presence. I hope you won't be offended."

He stood immediately, but his eyes didn't leave the deep cleavage. He looked at Lele with anticipation.

Lele sensed the change in his gaze and smiled.

They'd given out all the benefits they were supposed to. Now it was time for business.

Before Lele could speak, Maya Brown took the initiative. "I just saw a young man walk out of your office. Could someone else have wanted to acquire Rhodes Automotive before us?"

Rhodes didn't want to discuss unpleasant things, but seeing the burning gaze, he knew the topic was unavoidable.

"He's just a stupid young man. Since we have nothing else to do, I'll tell you about him."

The two sat on the long, narrow sofa. He took a separate chair.

He gave his assistant a look. The assistant understood and soon brought freshly brewed hot tea for all three.

"This is stone tea someone gave me a few days ago. Try it and see if you can tell what's different."

Neither young woman was fond of tea, but Rhodes had prepared it sincerely. They couldn't refuse and took a sip.

"This tea is quite good," Lele said first, then looked at Rhodes with a slightly inquisitive gaze.

Rhodes smiled, recalling how calm and arrogant Jerry had been toward him. Disgust flashed through him.

He'd seen it all. It wasn't worth losing face over a young kid.

"That kid is brainless. He knows my company is in less than ideal shape, yet he wants to acquire it at an extremely low price. The money he offers doesn't even cover my new energy R&D costs. How could I let him take over?"

He deliberately used this method to inflate the company's value while signaling his bottom line.

Businessmen valued profit above all. Negotiation was mutual bargaining—offer and counteroffer, back and forth.

"That kid really hasn't seen the world. New energy vehicles are like fried rice—anyone can make a mess of them. You wouldn't believe it: he came right up and said he'd give me twenty billion in cash. If you knew him, you'd think he was rich. If you didn't, you'd think he'd robbed a bank and was in a rush to launder the money."

His humorous, teasing tone made the two women chuckle—and revealed his floor price.

Lele's eyes shifted slightly. She picked up her tea. She'd originally wanted to acquire for three billion, but that now seemed low.

Rhodes Automotive's new energy vehicles weren't fully developed yet. Spending more now wouldn't be worth it.

A lot of capital would be needed for future R&D. They couldn't pour money into acquisition now and even more into filling gaps later.

"Who is this young man you're talking about? Could it be Jerry?"

Lele had seen that familiar figure too. Even a momentary lapse couldn't make her fail to recognize him.

After weighing pros and cons, she'd chosen the better path.

Since you've chosen one road, don't bother asking about the scenery along the other.

"That's the kid. Obviously a stupid, brainless nouveau riche. Does he think this is a vegetable market where he's haggling over cabbage prices? It's already cabbage prices, and he still wants something for free. Utterly shameless!"

The implication: Jerry was nouveau riche, which was why he valued money so much.

Maya Brown remained silent, lifting her teacup for a gentle sip.

She'd had some expectations for Jerry, but these words made her heart sink.

Though they'd never met, their impression of him had become extremely negative.

A brainless nouveau riche who got arrogant the moment he gained a little power—what great things could such an impatient young man accomplish?

She shook her head slightly and set the teacup on the table.

Lele asked tentatively, "How much money does President Rhodes want?"

Her gaze fixed on Rhodes with inquiry and scrutiny. Her voice carried a slight smile—calm yet resolute—but a silent contest was underway.

Rhodes was slightly taken aback, then a wicked smile appeared on his lips, unsurprised by the direct question.

He set down his teacup and held up five fingers. In business there was always give and take.

Fearing Lele might not understand, he gently waved his five fingers in the air, as if weighing whether the deal was worthwhile.

"It's at least this amount. I only accept full payment."

His calm tone carried undeniable confidence—high self-assurance in his car company.

They'd started from scratch and worked their way up with great difficulty. Even in a sluggish economy, how could one lose money when there was no other choice?

"President Rhodes, you know the current market environment isn't very good. New energy R&D is extremely risky. Even with some government policies, the price seems quite high!" Lele said sweetly.

Her large, watery eyes held a hint of emotion, as if they might draw him into threads. Even her tone carried sincerity and helplessness, trying to persuade him to lower his demands.

But Rhodes had been in the business world for decades. He was already a cunning old fox.

A beautiful woman could be given up. Money never could.

Rhodes remained unmoved, smiling slightly, unconcerned about Lele's worries, continuing to insist on his offer.

Seeing her expectant gaze, he shook his head, tone growing arrogant.

"You talk about risk? If there's no opportunity, how can there be risk? If you don't even have the courage to take this kind of risk, how can you make big money? The research funds I've invested on Hong Kong Island and the research team I've assembled are top-notch. Their skills and technology will definitely develop market-leading products—it just needs further investment afterward."

Wasn't this also incubating a new project?

Lele's eyes flashed with deep thought. Negotiation was negotiation. Show even the slightest panic and the other party would exploit every weakness.

After much deliberation, Lele finally spoke. "I know President Rhodes's abilities. It's not easy building a company into a leading industry. But you also know market expectations for the entire company are continuing to decline—even the stock has plummeted. I can't do business at a loss, can I?"

Before coming, the two had made plans. Though Maya Brown didn't want to acquire the company, she wanted to help Lele do it.

She had her own plans too. Once Lele built the company up, she could let her father get involved and reap the benefits.

Acquiring Rhodes Automotive now posed enormous risks.

"How about we compromise? I'll still give you this amount, but in full payment. I'll take care of all subsequent investments. As for your company's progress and achievements in new energy R&D, you just report to me. I can handle the rest."

At this price, incubating the entire plan wasn't easy—it was like a time bomb that might not explode on schedule.

Rhodes understood the principle of mourning the fox's death. The two had finally reached this point in negotiations. They absolutely could not lose such a good client through opportunism.

This was the highest offer so far—and cash, no less. Something he couldn't ask for better.

If he agreed too readily, they might feel mocked or taken advantage of.

Rhodes's face went stern, the smile that had mocked Jerry gone, as if deep in thought.

"You won't lose money selling to me. It's a great deal. We can use this opportunity to make friends. What do you think?"

Lele pressed her advantage, trying to force compromise.

He actually wanted to wait until after selling Rhodes Automotive to start cross-industry businesses.

"Your price is still a bit low, but we're good friends. Let me think about it. What do you think?"

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Chapter 251

Mr. Rhodes braced his hands on the chair, left index finger lightly tapping the armrest—like a confident hunter long prepared.

The hot tea on the table steamed.

Lele immediately understood his meaning.

Fortunately Maya Brown had come along. That gave them more leverage in price negotiation.

She glanced sideways at Maya Brown. One look and she understood her thoughts.

Maya Brown, silent throughout, simply smiled.

She'd previously learned about Rhodes Automotive. Mr. Rhodes was a good hunter—he didn't act until he saw the rabbit.

In business he adhered to his own principles: better to miss an opportunity than suffer a loss.

"I don't think Mr. Rhodes needs to worry too much. This price is indeed not low in the market. With this money, you'll have capital to stand on no matter what industry you switch to."

If he wanted to continue in this industry, he couldn't sell the fruits of half a lifetime's labor.

The reason he'd decided to sell Rhodes Automotive at this juncture wasn't simply because the company wasn't profitable. They also had their eyes on other industries.

Maya Brown smiled. "I heard Mr. Rhodes seems to want to enter other industries. We're currently contacting and learning about them. If there's anything I can help with later, you can contact me."

Given the Brown family's status, they were unshakeable by ordinary people.

Like a towering tree—seemingly lush and leafy, yet unfathomable in its depths. Its root system was well-developed and intricate, spreading underground. Some seemingly insignificant relationships could cost a person their life.

Rhodes hadn't initially appreciated Jerry much. Then he suddenly realized who he was—which was why he looked down on him.

He was a clever, sly fox. He'd learned a lot of information and knew the Brown family was blacklisting Jerry. He didn't want to get involved in that mess.

But now President Brown's daughter had spoken. How could he refuse?

He seemed to still be thinking, but he'd already made up his mind.

Just as the two grew anxious, he patted the chair. "You two are very straightforward. I like doing business with straightforward people. In that case, I'll have the legal department draft the contract right away."

Just as Lele was about to ask a question, she saw him readily agree. A huge weight lifted from her heart.

With Rhodes Automotive as their trump card, would they still worry about lacking advantage when competing with Jerry?

She only wanted to develop Sen family businesses and make a name for herself in the business world through her own abilities.

That parasite from the Miller Family would never again try to take a single thing from her. She would never be soft-hearted again. She wouldn't pity others like a saint and wrong herself.

This pleased Maya Brown greatly. "Mr. Rhodes is such a straightforward person. Then I'll trouble your legal department. The sooner this is done, the better—so as not to delay Mr. Rhodes's career change!"