Chapter 9 Wielding Immense Power

• With a loud crash, the coffee table shattered into pieces, scattering across the floor, glinting brightly.
• Fragments had torn into Huxley's palm, and droplets of blood fell onto the ground.
• Outside the house, over a dozen armed guards heard his roar. It frightened them so much that they were shaking uncontrollably. None dared to even take a deep breath.
• At that moment, Jasper walked in, his steps laden with gravity. He respectfully announced, “Mr. Carrington, we have a visitor!”
• “Who is it?” Huxley asked while gently wiping the blood from his hands with a tissue.
• “He is Stephen Gallagher, the butler of the Yeager family,” Jasper replied in a hushed tone.
• Upon hearing him mention the Yeager family, a chill ran down Huxley's spine. His pupils constricted involuntarily, and he couldn't help but let out a series of cold, sarcastic chuckles. “Let him in!”
• “Quite a number of people came with him, all fully armed. Should we first disarm them before making them enter on their knees?” Jasper asked.
• “No need. A couple of nobodies can't cause me any harm,” Huxley said, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
• “Understood!” Jasper replied and walked out.
• In no time at all, the sound of mixed footsteps echoed. Jasper, leading a group of about a dozen men, was on high alert as they ushered in a large group of strangers.
• This group of strangers was led by two individuals.
• There was a man over sixty years old, wearing a round hat. His face was narrow and gaunt, with a distinctive goatee. He wore a smile that was both cheerful and eerily unsettling.
• Another man, in the prime of his life, was broad-shouldered and muscular, with an intimidating presence. He carried an air of arrogance, as if no one else mattered to him.
• Following him were more than twenty burly men, all elite bodyguards armed with guns.
• The elderly man, adorned with the grace of age, was none other than Stephen, the butler of the Yeager family.
• He was quite renowned in Quadfield.
• Having served the Yeager family for many years, he had risked life and limb. Known for his cunning strategies, he was colloquially known as Demon King.
• As for the prime-aged thug, his origins remained unknown.
• Stephen was calm and composed as he walked over to Huxley with a smile on his face. He then extended his hand, saying, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Carrington.”
• Huxley was lounging on the leather couch with a look of disdain in his eyes as he said, “You're not yet worthy to shake hands with me.”
• Stephen's face tensed up momentarily, but as an experienced individual, he quickly regained his composure and responded with a chuckle, “You truly are remarkable, Mr. Carrington!”
• As he spoke, he gestured to the prime-aged thug to sit down with him.
• At that moment, Jasper barked in anger, “Did my boss give you permission to sit?” Swiftly, he picked up a submachine gun and aimed it at the two individuals.
• This action immediately set off a chain reaction.
• Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
• Both parties present at the scene had raised their guns, ready to engage in a gunfight at any moment.
• The atmosphere was truly tense and incredibly stifling.
• Stephen's face held a hint of displeasure as he hadn't anticipated Jasper to act so boldly.
• Aren't you afraid that this could escalate into a bloodbath?
• Huxley's face remained impassive as he said, “Gallagher, did the Yeager family send you? I haven't even started going after you guys, and you're already here knocking on death's door?”
• Stephen let out a cold chuckle. As the butler of the Yeager family, he couldn't afford to show even the slightest hint of submission.
• “The Yeager family is not something you can easily intimidate. Be careful, now. Playing with fire can get you burned. You might just end up losing your life,” Stephen said teasingly.
• “Cut the cr*p. My time isn't something you can afford to waste. What message is the Yeager family trying to deliver by sending you, their lapdog, over?” Huxley said.
• Stephen's eyes held a hint of irritation, but he kept his temper in check and said in a deep voice, “The case involving your wife is complex and filled with misunderstandings, with far-reaching implications. It's truly a regrettable situation. The Yeager family requests that you refrain from further investigation.”
• Huxley was seething with anger, his words sharp and cutting as he said, “The Yeager family doesn't want me to investigate? Well, I'm going to anyway! Not only will I investigate, but I'll also kill! Go back and tell the Yeager family to prepare their coffins, brace their necks, and get their wills ready! Now, get out!”
• “There's no need for you to lose your temper, Mr. Carrington. Hear me out on the terms,” Stephen said with deep implications.
• Huxley stared at him. “Oh? I'm curious to see what terms you have to offer.”
• Stephen carefully pulled out a cheque from his pocket and handed it over. “Please, take a look at this.”
• Huxley took the check over and gave it a quick glance.
• Written on the check, which bore the red seal of the Yeager Group's finance department, was a whopping fifty million.
• “I believe fifty million is not a small amount. Additionally, the Yeager family deeply understands your sorrow over the loss of your wife. Therefore, they made a promise to let you, Mr. Carrington, choose three beautiful women within the bounds of Quadfield. It doesn't matter if they are celebrities, models, students, or even married women. As long as you have chosen them, we will find a way to deliver them to you. They can be at your disposal to do as you please. Think of them as your slaves for life,” Stephen said seriously.
• Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions subtly shifted.
• Given those unbelievable and incredulous terms, it became clear that the Yeager family truly wielded immense power.
• Only Huxley managed to keep a straight face.