I Am the Ruler of All

I Am the Ruler of All! Chapter 93

When the person on the other line hung up on him, Noah clutched his phone in utter shock.

At the sight of this, Kingsley chuckled. “Did someone just lose his job?”

Noah was rendered speechless. He was stunned for a good minute before he slowly recollected his thoughts. Turning, he pointed at Kingsley angrily. “It was you! You were the one who called President Wynn!” A menacing grimace twisted his face as he demanded, “Who are you and what is your relationship with President Wynn?!”

Kingsley draped an arm around Serena’s shoulders and chortled as he said, “She’s our big sister. You got a problem with that?”

Satisfaction rushed through him. For the last ten years, he had tread on the edge of danger, dodging bullets left, right and center. He had not a relative in this world to turn to nor a place to call home. Now, someone was finally defending him and giving him their full support. He couldn’t remember the last time his heart had swelled with such gratitude and happiness.

“Your sister?” An insidious look flashed in Noah’s eyes. “Oh, I understand now. All of you grew up together in the orphanage, didn’t you?” He spat on the ground to show his contempt as he went on to say, “Reene is nothing but an orphan—a puppet—adopted by the Wynns. Who the hell does she think she is to call the shots like this, huh? I’m going to see Alex about this. How dare she fire me?!”

was look more and more murderous each time Noah mentioned the word ‘orphan’ like it was an insult. He stepped forward and warned icily, “Say.

Noah guffawed. “Oh, I’ll say it again as many times as you want! You lot are nothing but a bunch of filthy orphans and bottom-feeders, so don’t get all high and

finished his sentence because at that moment, Kingsley punched him hard in the face. There was a loud crack when his fist connected with bones under soft flesh,

“Heavens!”

Why are they fighting all of

glance over at the

Noah shook his head vehemently, and the world around him

of blood and staggered to his feet, then swayed like a drunkard trying to regain his balance. “I can’t believe you actually hit

in clipped tones, “Gentlemen, I suggest you take the fight elsewhere, because your little ruckus has severely affected our customers’s shopping experience, not to mention

looked up and glowered at the man, then glanced at the signboard of the boutique in question. The anger in him immediately waned. He had worked in the mall long