CHAPTER 8
Author: Benazir
last update2024-10-25 16:06:52

“Mr Wales?”

Louis confirmed. 

“Yes, Sir. Just call me John.”

It was John Wales, the General Manager of Apex Z Group. 

Louis nodded at him.

John Wales wiped the sweat from his face with a cloth. 

"Sir, I apologize once again. If I had known you arrived early, I would have come over sooner. I wouldn’t have kept you waiting at the entrance for so long. Please forgive me!"

John Wales took a deep breath and said respectfully, with a hint of desperation.

The person in front of him, Louis Kindsor, was the boss of his superior, Terminator X.

Simply put, both his life and career depended on this man.

If he messed up and Louis was unhappy, his job would surely be at risk.

And that would be a true disaster.

“No need to panic. It’s not your fault, John. I was the one who decided to come earlier midway.”

Louis reassured.

John had expected Louis, as a superior, to be very strict.

But to his surprise, Louis was quite easy to talk to and very understanding.

This really relieved him.

“Thanks, Sir, for your kindness.”

John bowed again, and this time, more sincerely.

“Here is the one million you demanded, Sir.”

John said, respectfully handing over the two cases.

“I appreciate your effort, John, but please keep it aside for the time being. I don’t need it anymore.”

Louis glanced at the cases briefly.

“Oh ...”

John blinked and paused for a mere second.

But he quickly regained his senses.

“It’s my honor to serve you, Sir. To be honest, I’m very sorry I couldn’t assist you in time. May I ask if I arrived too late, or if something unexpected happened just now?”

John inquired cautiously, wiping his brow.

“Not a big deal,” Louis replied calmly, “Plans change.”

“By the way, I wanted to ask you about Ben Gutsby. What do you know about him?”

“Ben Gutsby?” 

John echoed. 

He shifted slightly, glancing at Louis.

“He’s the eldest son and heir of the Gutsby Family,” John began.

“They’re one of the few major families in Apple City.”

John continued, “They’re known for their aggressive business tactics. Not exactly the type to shy away from controversy.”

“He’s been negotiating a collaboration deal with the Apex Z Group,” John explained, his tone cautious. 

“He’s doing it on behalf of his father, Don Gutsby.”

“Collaboration?” 

Louis raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of deal exactly?”

“A city project, sir. He’s offering a 50% discount to sweeten the offer,” John said, watching Louis’s reaction closely.

“Interesting,” Louis murmured, a faint look of indifferent formed on his face. 

“And what’s your take on it?”

John felt hesitant.

Clearly, anyone who could hold the position of General Manager at Apex Z Group was not a fool.

In this brief conversation, he had already sensed something amiss from Louis’s words.

“To be frank, sir, I’m not sure it’s a good idea. The Gutsby Family’s been a bit shaky lately. I’d advise against it.”

After carefully considering the needs of the Group and the issues with the Gutsby Family business, John finally spoke up honestly.

“And to be safe, I suggest we look for other more reliable partners.”

He suggested.

“I see. Then I’ll rely on you to keep a close watch on things, John. I trust your judgment.”

Louis nodded slowly, clearly agreeing with John’s suggestions.

“Sure, I’ll keep a close watch, sir. And thanks for your trust in me.”

John promised, visibly relaxed and relieved.

Apparently, he wasn’t mistaken.

The Gutsby Family must be lacking in some aspect that didn’t meet Louis’s requirements for partners.

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