I Am the Ruler of All

On the ground floor, rows of luxury cars entered Neveah's parking lot one after another, making the spectacle only second to an auto show.

There was a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, a Bentley Mulsanne Extended, and even a Ferrari F8.

Nearly all of Cleapolis' grandest cars had come together!

"T-This… W-What…" Alex was so awestruck that he could barely stutter a word.

"What is it?"

"What's happening?"

Seeing Alex's reaction, the Wynn brothers went up to the window.

Meanwhile, Elijah choked upon seeing the grand 'auto show' on the ground floor, causing him to cough violently. "W-What in the world is going on?!" he exclaimed with a flushed face.

Just then, Clarence pointed to a gray Porsche Macan as his eyes widened with incredulity. "I know that car! That's President Galey of Cleapolis Trust Investment's ride!"

Even Henry couldn't sit still anymore when he heard 'Cleapolis Trust Investment', and he shot right up with his hands propped onto the table. "President Galey has come to Neveah?!" he exclaimed while staggering to the window, stretching his neck to get a better view of the ground floor.

Everyone gasped in the next second, for they were watching the mighty president of Cleapolis Trust Investment following differentially behind a middle-aged man.

"W-Who's that?!" Henry and his sons exchanged a glance in horror, but none of them knew who this big shot was.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of priceless luxury cars had parked right below them, and everyone who stepped out of the cars were dressed lavishly and exuded utmost class.

"Have they… come to shop at Neveah?" Alex asked while continuously rubbing his eyes with incredulity.

"Impossible!" Clarence denied it in two shakes. "Cleapolis Trust alone has a handful of megamalls. As if they would even think about buying anything from this measly mall."

However, just as he finished his words, the group of men and women in suits came toward the office building.

"They're walking toward us!"

"They haven't come to buy out Neveah, have they?!"

The Wynns were shocked and terrified, whereas Reene was dumbfounded.

All of them were basically big shots among major investment companies!

Meanwhile, she had gone door to door, begging them to invest in Neveah just a couple of days ago.

However, all of them had shut her out!

Thus, it was only within reason that Reene's mind was blank upon seeing that they had all gathered in front of her office building.

On the other hand, Kingsley simply smiled when he saw how baffled his sister was. "What did I tell you, Reene? See, the investors have arrived!"

The Wynns froze at his words, and Elijah's jaw even tremored. "D-Did y-you just say that they are the investors you brought over?"

"How is that possible?!" Alex sneered. "He's nothing but a scoundrel. As if he knows all these big shots!"

Clarence nodded and affirmed, "Yeah, even only I know a couple of them. As if a twenty-year-old orphan has what it takes to have these big shots come over!"

Soon after, a series of footsteps came from outside.

Those big shots had ridden the elevator up to the president's office!

"Go on! Welcome them, hurry up!" Henry cried out.

Following their patriarch's words, the Wynns immediately scrambled to the door, welcoming all the rich big shots deferentially.

The first to enter was none other than Donavan Galey of Cleapolis Trust Investment.

At that, Clarence hurriedly reached both of his hands out to greet him deferentially. "Hello there, President Galey. What brings—"

Before Clarence could even finish his words, Donovan walked right past him without even sparing him a glance.

Clarence's face paled in turn, and he was speechless upon being shrugged off like a piece of dust.

Meanwhile, a dozen of fashionably dressed middle-aged men and women came in one after another behind Donovan.

Without exception, every one of them ignored the Wynns.

The last person to enter was Humming Group's Charlie Dean, and his muscles stiffened upon seeing Kingsley. Just as he pulled a fawning beam and was about to greet Kingsley, the latter shook his head to a barely noticeable degree.

If his sister found out he still went to Humming Group when she had already said no, she might be pissed off at him, and he didn't want that from Reene.

Since he was a shrewd guy, Charlie instantly shifted his direction and walked up to Reene.

"Hello, Miss Wynn. I'm Charlie Dean, president of Humming Group."

The Wynns were all dumbfounded upon hearing the middle-aged man's introduction.

Humming Group was Cleapolis' number one investment company, and President Dean was worth tens of billions at least.

Flattered, Reene immediately returned the handshake. "Pleased to meet you, President Dean…"

Henry took the opportunity to go up to the two. He then introduced himself to Charlie, saying, "Hello, President Dean. I'm the head of the Wynn Family, Henry. My family's Clark Corporation—"

However, Charlie cut Henry off without hesitation before he could even finish his words. "The head of the Wynn Family? You're still not worthy enough to talk to me directly!"

The whole Wynn Family—Henry included—were at a loss for words. In fact, the man was mortified.

However, there was nothing he could say in response since Charlie was right.