Chapter 792 A Way Out


    Though not naturally timid, Freddie found the Tanners'' punishment methods unbearably brutal. The


    seemingly casual remark "deal" from Chermaine concealed a sadistic form of retribution beyond


    human endurance.


    After hanging up, Kingsley stowed away his phone. Only then did he realize an eerie stillness had


    descended upon the Sheffield Family''s living room. The silence was so profound that the faintest


    sound would be audible.


    At this instant, a chill seemed to permeate the air, freezing everyone''s expressions in shock and


    rendering them immobile, too fearful to move. Theyprehended everything from the exchange


    they had just overheard, and the voice on the other end of the line was indeed the third aunt of the


    Tanner Family. Moreover, her affectionate tone and reference to Kingsley as an esteemed guest left


    everyone dumbfounded.


    Earlier, these people had been deriding Kingsley disdainfully and were unaware he was a


    formidable "big boss." It finally dawned on them that Kingsley had tolerated the ridicule because he


    regarded himself so far superior to them that they were unworthy of his attention.


    Gulp!


    Suddenly, an audible gulp echoed through the room, and Jeremy''s teeth involuntarily chattered. The


    ttering seemed loud in the living room''s uncanny silence.


    Then, Kingsley''s gaze shifted to him. "Mr. Windsor, are you alright? Are you feeling chilly in the


    middle of summer?"


    Thud!


    A shudder coursed through Jeremy''s body, causing him to slide down from his seat just like Freddie


    did earlier. "I... I never meant topete with you..." he stammered, paning his voice. "It''s Mr.


    Mor... Freddie wants to cooperate with the Sheffields. I''m not qualified topete with you in this


    cooperation. This matter has nothing to do with me!"


    After hearing this, Kingsley''s lip curled into a sneer, and he said, "If memory serves me right, didn''t


    you insult my elder sister earlier?"


    "I..." In an instant, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Jeremy''s back. The icy tendrils of the air


    conditioner''s breeze made his entire body shiver while hisplexion turned ashen, resembling


    that of a man struck by a grave illness. "M-Mr. Nicholson, I didn''t mean to insult President Wynn..."


    His voice faltered, hoarse and feeble. He struggled to find the right words amidst the mounting


    tension. "I… I had no knowledge of your immense influence. I implore you to pardon my actions, as


    I swear not to repeat them..."


    Meanwhile, Kingsley reclined in his chair, a sense of detachment evident in his demeanor. "What


    are you begging me for? I have no intention of doing anything to you."


    "Then... " A glimmer of hope flickered in Jeremy''s eyes upon hearing these words. "Then, are you


    letting me off?"


    "It''s not about letting you off, but rather that I''m upied with matters far more significant than you."


    Kingsley''s tone remained detached. "Moreover, I''ve already informed Aunt Chermaine that the


    individual who insulted her was Jeremy Windsor, the chairman of the Forward Vision Group. Do you


    think she''ll show you mercy?" Then, he locked eyes with Jeremy and continued, "Presently, you


    face two probable oues. Either the Ethereal Group obliterates the Forward Vision Group, or the


    Tanners dispatch their underworld force to end your life. Given her disposition, the probability of


    these oues coinciding is over ny percent."


    His words struck Jeremy like a hammer. Overwhelmed with fear, he kneeled before Kingsley,


    pleading, "Mr. Nicholson, please save me! Please call Miss Chermaine and ask her to spare me!"


    However, Kingsley looked at him indifferently and asked, "Why should I save you?"


    "I..." Jeremy''s mind raced, but he struggled to find an answer. In desperation, he surrendered his


    dignity and resorted to kowtowing repeatedly.


    Thud! Thud! Thud!


    At this juncture, the copse of hispany held little significance for him. He believed he could


    rebuild a small business with his abilities, ensuring his family''s sustenance.


    Alternatively, he would be doomed if the Tanners dispatched their underworld forces, given his


    acute understanding of the Tanners'' standing in the underworld. A single directive from them could


    effortlessly wipe out his entire Windsor Family. Even after their deaths, society would not bat an


    eyelid since the Tanners could effortlessly suppress the matter, even holding the authorities at bay.


    On the other hand, Chermaine''s murderous intent still resonated in Jeremy''s ear, and he doubted


    such a woman would reverse her stance and pardon him. Moreover, he was acutely aware that she


    was no ordinary woman. Consequently, he beseeched Kingsley to intercede on his behalf, clutching


    at a fragile thread of hope.


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    Nevertheless, Kingsley maintained his silence, his gaze unwavering on Jeremy. He bided his time


    until Jeremy''s forehead was marked with blood from relentless kowtowing before speaking with


    nonchnce, "If you truly wish to avoid death, I can offer you a way out. Are you interested, Mr.


    Windsor? Do you want to hear it?"