I Am the Ruler of All

The doctors and nurses were hurled into a pit of fear. Everyone knew what that money meant. If they lost it, their research would come to a halt, and their director would probably blame them. Jeffred could at least take almost half of the one million if they managed to get the donation. As the director of the hospital, he only made about ninety grand a year, and that was including the yearly bonus. If they botched this up, Jeffred would ruin everyone here.

While everyone was worrying about their fates, Michael came forward, looking hesitant. In the end, he said, "Kingsley, I'd really love it if we can keep this money, but we can't have the Foxes laughing at us, so…" He did not finish the sentence, but it was clear what he wanted.

"Leave that to me," Kingsley guaranteed. "They won't be laughing at you."

"R-Really?" Michael was overjoyed. If Kingsley's going to talk to Helen, that's going to annoy Matt to no end. Hah, let's see him insult me now. The thought of saving a million and showing off to his in-laws delighted Michael. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Alright then." He nodded. "Kingsley's calling the shots here. Since he doesn't want to give the money away, then we'll be taking it back."

Jude and Beau were in disbelief. W-We lost a million just because this guy said so? Jude felt a stab of pain coming from his chest. It was as if an old wound had reopened, and he coughed up blood. Oh no! No! H-He punched me, and I got nothing out of this? No, wait. That's not important. If the director finds out I was the one who botched up the donation, he's going to ruin my whole future!

Beau shared his sentiments. His face was as pale as a sheet and he could see his future turning into a pile of ashes, just like how the donation did.

Kingsley did not pity the two of them. He looked around and announced, "What did I tell you? No donation means no donation! Any questions?"

His voice boomed, as if he was a messenger of God who came to deliver a decree. Everyone shivered, looking at Kingsley in terror. To their shock, the young man whom they insulted earlier was now suffocating them, as if he was pushing an enormous weight down their shoulders.

Beau, on the other hand, was shivering in fear. Compared to Kingsley, this man was nothing but a clown. Looks were all he had. Kingsley, on the other hand, built his courage up by going through brimstone and fire. Scum like Beau could never hold a candle to him.

The female nurses and doctors were looking at Kingsley in a different light now. They ditched Beau and stared at Kingsley, fluttering their eyelashes at him. If Kingsley so wanted to, he could marry any woman he wanted.