I Am the Ruler of All

I Am the Ruler of All! Chapter 80

After the call with Mickey, Kingsley immediately hung up, changed his clothes, and went out.

As Mickey’s forces were more than enough, there was no need to use the folks from Coliree Island to deal with someone like Shane!

Now that Kingsley was inside the car, he pondered for a moment before giving Jay a call. He recalled that previously at Ramada Hotel, Hugo mentioned that Cecilia’s betrothed, Shane, was an illegitimate child from the Carter Family.

On the other hand, Jay was the legitimate eldest young master of the Carter Family, so Kingsley would be able to solve this matter effortlessly with Jay’s help!

La Myriade was relatively close to Reene’s villa, and it only took about ten minutes to get there by car.

Looking at the building that had more than twenty stories, Kingsley estimated that it hosted roughly a hundred rooms of various sizes.

If Shane had hidden Cecilia inside, Kingsley would have to request for the military to lock down the building and conduct a thorough search. However, he didn’t want to reveal his identity because of such a small matter.

After looking at his watch, he calculated that Mickey would need about twenty minutes to gather his men and arrive. So, he had to use that time to find Cecilia’s exact location.

Once Mickey and his men arrived, they could save or destroy the enemy’s lair at once without letting them have a chance to hide her. This was the fastest way to save her and not cause any unnecessary trouble!

As Kingsley entered the club, he saw an empty first floor with only one receptionist with heavy make-up scrolling on her phone out of boredom.

When she saw him walking in, she immediately rose to her feet and greeted, “Are you here to attend the party hosted by the president’s friend? The party is being held on the eighth floor. You may use the elevator here to get there.”

After giving her a slight nod, Kingsley went into the elevator without saying anything. Things were going smoother than he anticipated, but his expression was still as cold as ice!

Did they hold this party just to humiliate a weak young woman?!

When the elevator arrived on the eighth floor, Kingsley got out of the elevator and was met by deafening music.

Then, a uniformed beauty walked over and sized up Kingsley for a bit before asking politely, “Hello, I’m the attending manager, Abigail Braxton. How may I assist you, sir?”

he asked coldly. “I’m here for

to the party, and all those eight young masters had arrived. Where

composure, she nodded and replied, “Please

room. That man had medium-long hair and looked drunk. He was staggering toward Abigail and Kingsley with an empty wine glass in his

to bring a few bottles of Hennessy?

“Mr. Covey, there’s a man here. He says

eyes, questioning, “Who the hell are you? Do you think you are worthy

shouting drunkenly, “Kid, this is not a place for the likes of you!

push Kingsley, but Kingsley dodged and answered, “Don’t make me beat you

the heck?” Simon

Kingsley. “It just happens that I’ve recently slept with a fitness coach and gained muscles! Come

in the mood to deal with such

Bang!

floor. He then curled into a fetal position and started wailing in pain. “Oh, what the heck! That hurts! Is

you

opened again to reveal a tall man walking out. “Why does your shouting sound even

he finished, he suddenly saw Simon lying on the floor, moaning in pain. The tall man’s pupils contracted as he sobered

and growled, “This b*stard

“What? Spoil our party?”

went back to the room while shouting, “Trevis, Joe,

clothes came

Who dares to spoil our party

dared to disturb our party! Trevis, just do

expression was the eldest young master of

sneered, “Kid, you better wipe your eyes and see who you’re dealing with! I’m the eldest young master of the Jacob Family.

of the Jacob Family?” Kingsley raised his

just dismembered Trevis’ brother, William Jacob, not long ago, but as William’s elder brother, Trevis still had the mood to

Trevis heard Kingsley’s words, his expression dulled. “What are

Kingsley. “I just want to ask