“Fifteen percent of Brighton Group! Jimmy Sutton, that’s too much.” Constance Brighton’s gaze suddenly turned cold. The previous conditions were negotiable, but fifteen percent of Brighton Group was out of the question. After all, Brighton Group was their family’s largest foundation. They couldn’t possibly hand it over.
“Miss Brighton, I’ve never liked forcing anyone. If you’re unwilling, then just leave. Turn left when you exit, please.” Jimmy Sutton waved his hand and lay back on the sofa, seemingly unconcerned.
“Jimmy Sutton, how dare you? Are you trying to extort us?” Constance Brighton didn’t leave. She had come here with a purpose, so how could she just compromise and leave? But the price was indeed too high.
“Miss Brighton, you’re too nitpicky. These shares aren’t that many. You should know, Isadora Brighton has been captured. If you can’t rescue her, it’s your family’s reputation that will be tarnished. But that’s not even the most important thing. The most important thing is Mr. X, isn’t it? He’s said that in a few days, he will destroy your family. As long as Mr. X is around, you won’t have any peace.”
Jimmy Sutton didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he spoke. He knew exactly what she wanted. There was a reason he had come this far.
“Damn it.” Constance Brighton cursed under her breath. The reason she’d rather seek out Mr. Wraith and use the favor he owed them instead of coming to Jimmy Sutton was not only because Mr. Wraith was getting old and had limited time left, but also because of this! He wanted a third of their family’s business. One-third! That was ruthless. The key was that she had no choice but to agree now.
If they couldn’t deal with Mr. X, then the Brighton family would become a joke in Stillwater.
“I agree, but only if you kill Mr. X first. We’ll discuss the rest afterwards.”
“Alright, we have a deal.”
After Constance Brighton agreed, Jimmy Sutton finally opened his eyes, showing a hint of surprise. She had actually agreed. This was worth several billion dollars. After personally escorting Constance Brighton out, he triumphantly returned to the living room, still thinking about the billions, while also pondering how to kill Mr. X. However, when he returned to the living room, he found a muscular man sitting there, smoking a cigarette, surrounded by swirling smoke.
“Who are you?” Jimmy Sutton frowned. This was troublesome. He had no idea when this person had come in.
“Jeff Reczek. I work for Mr. X.”
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After leaving Shield Security, Constance Brighton had wanted to go home, but she felt an inexplicable unease. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the terrifying image of that mask. She rubbed her forehead and said to the driver, “I can’t go back like this. Have them bring the tiara my father keeps at home. I’m going to the North Shore. We need to visit Mr. William Banks.”
William Banks of the North Shore was similar to Jimmy Sutton of the South Shore. In Stillwater, both of them were independent of Lamonia. William Banks, in his fifties, was a legendary swordsman with unmatched skill. Even Lamonia wouldn’t dare to provoke him. However, like Jimmy Sutton, he hadn’t used his sword to earn a good reputation. But she had no choice now.
Jimmy Sutton was a retired mercenary, once notorious in underground boxing competitions worldwide. Rumor had it that he could kill a person with a single punch, making his name incredibly daunting. This was why he could act with such impunity in Stillwater. William Banks was just one man, unlike Jimmy Sutton and his whole gang, which was why she had sought out Jimmy Sutton first.
However, now she needed to find William Banks as well, as a backup. In case Jimmy Sutton failed, she would still have William Banks to ensure success. Fortunately, she knew that William Banks was an antique enthusiast.
As it happened, her family possessed a tiara of Queen Houry that had been handed down through generations. Her father was very fond of the tiara, but now that they were facing a life-and-death situation, she couldn’t worry about such things. After all, these were merely assets; she had to secure the Brighton family first. Only after Mr. X was killed could she protect everything else.
An hour later, Constance Brighton arrived at the Banks residence. They lived in a rather secluded area, with more than a dozen people in their family. William Banks was the head of the family.
“Mr. Banks, good day.” Constance Brighton nodded politely and then gestured to the person behind her, who slowly brought over a tiara the size of a palm. William Banks, dressed in a suit and sporting a small beard, was initially uninterested in Constance Brighton’s arrival. But as soon as he saw the tiara, his eyes lit up.
“Miss Brighton, please, come in.” Immediately, William Banks changed his demeanor and welcomed her warmly.
“Thank you.” Constance Brighton smiled slightly. Once inside the room, they placed the tiara on the table. William Banks examined the tiara, his eyes gleaming as if he were coveting a woman who was half-undressed.
“That dull luster, those rust marks on the surface, and those thirteen rust marks and inscriptions… This is truly a fine piece, definitely genuine. I guarantee it; I love it. Thank you, Miss Brighton.” William Banks hastily praised, his eyes full of admiration.
“Mr. Banks, this is one of my father’s collection, handed down in our family for generations. If it weren’t such a critical time, I wouldn’t want to part with it.” Constance Brighton made it clear what the value of this item was. A treasure of the largest family in Stillwater. It was worth a fortune.
“Miss Brighton, don’t worry. If it were something else, perhaps I couldn’t do much, but I’m quite skilled at killing. In Stillwater, there aren’t many people I dare not touch.” William Banks stroked his beard, exuding much confidence. In his youth, he had spent a lot of time with gangs and had killed quite a few people.
“Very well.” Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Constance Brighton’s eyes, and she hurriedly asked, “Could you help me kill Mr. X?”
“Just a Mr. X, a mere rat that does not even dare to show its face. As soon as my sword leaves its sheath, his head will be in my hands. Miss Brighton, rest assured, if not just for the tiara you brought.” William Banks waved his hand grandly, agreeing immediately. He had seen enough these years and didn’t think much of a Mr. X.
However, at that moment, a man with an anxious expression entered through the door and urgently said, “Master, bad news. We just received a report. Jimmy Sutton is dead, and all his men are dead too.”
“They’re all dead? Who did it?” He was taken aback and immediately asked the question, feeling somewhat incredulous.
“It was Mr. X.”
Upon hearing this, Constance Brighton was initially dazed and hadn’t recovered her senses, but then a furious shout sounded in her ear. She saw William Banks push the tiara away with disgust, glaring at her and cursing.
“Miss Brighton, how could you do this? You deceived me! Queen Houry? I don’t know any Queen Houry! You liar! Come in, throw them out!”