I Am the Ruler of All

"M-Mr. Larson?"
Everyone's eyes nearly popped out when they saw Michael, who was covered in sweat after running all the way over!
Michael was the head of the household for a second-class wealthy family, so people like Jeremy Windsor and Francis Stein
would not care much about him, but in the eyes of these ordinary doctors and nurses, he was considered part of the upper
echelon of society!
Yet, what they now saw was the chairman of Larson Motors panting like a dog after running over with all his might.
They stared at each other in absolute shock.
Jude had turned scarlet as well.
He leaped out of his chair and rushed over to Michael as he greeted him courteously, "M-Mr. Larson, what brings you here? I
was just about to head over to the wards!"
Jude was merely a department head, and simply meeting Michael in person now was enough to leave him stammering from
excitement!
Beau, who was standing beside him, also felt his heart drumming with excitement.
He hurriedly checked his appearance as he wanted to leave a good impression on Michael.
Everyone was floored by the unexpected appearance of such an important man!
None of them seemed to recall that it was Kingsley's phone call that brought him here.
When Michael got the call from Kingsley earlier, he did not even dare to hesitate for a single second.
He sprinted over the moment the call ended, and it was probably the fastest that he had ever run in his life.

"Huff... huff..."
Michael had finally caught his breath, but before he could say anything, Jude walked up to him and grasped his hand warmly.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Larson. My name is Jude Lynch, and I'm the head of the cardiology department. I'm also in charge of Old
Mrs. Fox's treatment. Did you come over to personally ask about Old Mrs. Fox's condition? Please be rest assured, Mr. Larson.
We'll put in our greatest effort to treat..."
Before Jude could finish speaking, Michael flung Jude's hand away. "I'm not here to ask about anything!"
He ignored the awkward expression on Jude's face and headed over to Kingsley.
Meanwhile, Beau had been standing beside Kingsley the entire time.
When he saw Michael heading over in this direction, his excitement got the better of him. Before Michael had even gotten close,
he shoved Kingsley aside and went forward enthusiastically.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Larson! I'm a postgraduate student at Solaris University of Medicine..."
Beau was right in the middle of his self-introduction when Michael cut him off with a frown. "Why on earth would I care about who
you are? Get out of my way!"
Right now, Michael was brimming with rage!
He had come over at Kingsley's bidding, but from the moment he stepped into the room, these random people kept coming over
and getting in his way!
Michael was furious, and he was scared that Kingsley might find fault with him for this.
Beau turned ashen after being shoved aside by Michael.
He exchanged glances with Jude as neither one of them knew what was going on with Michael.

However, before they had time to dwell on this, they were immediately dumbstruck by what they saw!
Michael walked over to Kingsley and greeted him courteously, "My dear son-in-law, what did you need from me?"
His words fell upon everyone else like a ton of bricks!
"S-Son-in-law?"
Jude's lips were quivering as he asked in disbelief, "M-Mr. Larson, h-he's your son-in-law?"
Beau's face had also contorted into the ugliest of expressions!
"T-there's no way! He didn't even graduate from elementary school, so how can he be the Larsons' son-in-law?"
"That's right... Mr. Larson, have you mistaken him for someone else?" Jude asked tersely. "He's just a bum, so he can't possibly
be your son-in-law—"
Smack!
Michael turned around and slapped Jude right across the face as he bellowed, "Who the hell are you? How dare you say such a
thing about my precious son-in-law?!"
Michael had used so much force that Jude felt his teeth loosening from the slap!
Jude was thunderstruck!
Is that punk really the Larsons' son-in-law?! H-How's that possible?
Beau had also frozen in shock, but he was cursing internally.
How can that punk be so lucky? Why is he the Larsons' son-in-law? How can a punk like him marry Cecilia Larson, one of the

Five Beauties of Cleapolis?
A lightbulb went off in Beau's mind, and he exclaimed to Michael, "Mr. Larson, could it be that you have been fooled by this guy?
He didn't even graduate from elementary school! Also, he was also just trying to get another woman's number earlier! I'm sure
that he's just toying with Miss Larson's feelings and trying to con his way into getting the Larson Familyfortune!"