I am the ruler of all novel (Kingsley)

Chapter 103

"A million dollars' worth of useless jade shards?" Zachary's eyes went wide with rage. "That is a Dugray family heirloom! How dare you call it useless!"

"Do not trouble yourself with a bum like him, Mr. Dugray!" Megan hurriedly pacified. "He's just an orphan. Why would he know anything about family heirlooms?"

"Hahahaha!" Hearing that made him burst out laughing. "True. Why am I even trying to educate a beggar?"

A chilly glint flashed in Kingsley's eyes as he coldly spoke up. "Anything I own would be worth more than this worthless antique."

Everyone in the room went silent as soon as he said that.

After a pause, Zachary sniggered. "Are you still dreaming? Did you actually think someone like you could ever own anything worth more than this antique?"

In his eyes, Kingsley was just a thug or petty thief. There was no way Kingsley would own anything better than a Dugray family heirloom.

Megan sneered. "Brat, if your gift is worth less than a million dollars, I will be giving Mr. Dugray Cecilia's hand in marriage right away."

"That's right." Michael nodded. "You must show us how serious you are if you truly wish to be with my daughter."

"I think this is all just an act he's putting on," Zachary said with a laugh as he leaned back in his seat. There was a proud look on his face as if he had already won what he was asking for.

"If he can show us something worth more than my gift, I'll even holler uncle!" Zachary continued.

Although Asher had yet to say a word, it was obvious from the look on his face that he was eager for a chance to laugh at Kingsley.

"Let's forget about it, Kingsley..." Cecilia whispered in a defeated voice.

After all, no matter how rich Kingsley was, the two of them were only acting like a couple.

She would never let him fork out such a huge sum to her parents.

In response, he patted her hand to comfort her.

Then, he said to Michael and Megan, "If my gift ends up being more valuable, you will not force Cecilia to marry someone she does not love."

"Of course!" Michael said with a nod. "You would naturally be Cecilia's boyfriend if you can offer us a worthy bridal price. After all, we just want to see her happy!"

Zachary's heart began pounding uneasily when he heard what Michael said. "Stop boasting already, brat!" he hurriedly uttered. "There is no way you could have known what was going on and came with a gift."

Kingsley smiled. "Did you forget what I just said? The one thing I do not lack is friends."

He then called Daniel, ignoring Zachary's sputters.

"Bring me five invitation letters to the pre-bid conference. I want them delivered to the Larson Family home now!"

Michael's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words 'invitation letters'.

A thought struck him, stealing his breath away from him.

"What did you just say?" he asked with a quiver in his voice. "Invitation letters?"

"Invitations to Coliree Group's pre-bid conference," Kingsley calmly replied. "Do you not know of it?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Invitation letters from Coliree Group? Is that actually your offer?" Michael's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

His hands clamped down on the table before him as his wrinkled face flushed so red that it looked as if he had just popped a few blood vessels on his face.

Invitation letters from Coliree Group were only ever sent to the most powerful families and organizations in Solaris Province!

As a second-rate family, it was impossible for the Larsons to ever obtain an invitation letter, even if they

bankrupted themselves doing so.

To Michael's shock, Kingsley was currently offering them five invitations.

There was an unpleasant look on Zachary's face when he saw the reaction Kingsley's offer provoked. "Michael, do not be fooled by his offer. Only a dozen or so families in Cleapolis could ever get their hands on an invitation letter. What makes you think he could get five with just a phone call?"

Hearing that, Michael calmed down.

Indeed, most powerful family heads could only ever get their hands on two or three letters.

It was impossible for a man in his twenties to obtain more than that!

Megan narrowed her scorn-filled eyes. "Mr. Dugray is right. I think he's lying as well."

"You'll know soon enough if I'm lying. After all, we just need to wait and see if any invitation letters arrive from Coliree Group."

Kingsley glanced at his watch and continued, "According to my calculations, they will be here in five minutes."

"Tsk!" Zachary huffed.

"What if you had some scammers send us fake invitation letters? Your friends are basically either criminals or conmen!"

"That's right!" Megan cried out in agreement. "We had never seen a real invitation before. What if you are trying to fool us with counterfeit invitation letters?"

"Enough!" Michael snapped. "I will appraise the invitations myself when they arrive."

Zachary reluctantly stopped his protests. Even so, he shot Kingsley a glare.

He would wait and see just how Kingsley planned to lie his way out of this situation.

Soon, a car could be heard screeching into the yard.

"Old Master Larson, Young Master Asher, there is a man outside who says he's here to deliver some invitation letters," said a servant who came dashing into the room.

"Let him in."

By now, Michael held no expectation or hope that the invitations would be real.

He was certain things would play out exactly as Zachary had guessed—Kingsley would offer him fake invitation letters.

There was an expectant look on Zachary's face as he gently blew on his tea.

"When your deceit is finally exposed for what it really is," he said with a sneer, "I will be personally throwing you into jail."

Just as he said that, a man with the grace of a swan sauntered into the room. "Mr. Larson, I have your

invitation letters."

Pfft! Zachary spat out his tea when he saw who had walked in. "Y-Young Master Harry..."