I Am the Ruler of All

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?!"
Kingsley 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. That. Again."
"Hah!" 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 mighty with me, you fu—"
He never 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, and Noah was knocked off his feet.
"Heavens!"
"What on earth is going on? Why are they fighting all of a sudden?"

The shoppers who were passing by the boutique started to glance over at the ruckus with interest, and some of them even
gathered around to watch.
Presently, Noah shook his head vehemently, and the world around him spun like he had just been hit by a truck.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet, then swayed like a drunkard trying to regain his balance. "I can't
believe you actually hit me, you punk! I'll skin you alive!"
Noah was just about to lunge at Kingsley when a man in a suit came out from the adjacent designer boutique. He looked cold
and aloof as he said 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 tarnished the image of our establishment. Leave before I
call the mall security to escort you off the premises."
Noah 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 enough to know how powerful the brand was, and he would be a moron to
stir up trouble here.
He swallowed and humbled himself as he muttered, "I'm sorry, sir. We will leave immediately."
However, Kingsley merely looked at the man's man tag, which read, 'Frank Lowell—Manager'. Upon registering this, he drawled
nonchalantly, "Mr. Lowell, is it?" Then, he pulled out the Elite Gold Card, which was without spending limit, and tossed it to the
manager as he said, "Take the card and swipe it for whatever damages we owe you for today's inconveniences."
Everyone in the vicinity burst into an uproar when they heard this. The crowd turned their eyes on Kingsley as his words hung in
the air. None of them could believe what he had just said.
The men's boutique was a luxury brand that was well-known in Cevatte, and any one of its ensembles could easily cost up to five
figures. For a man to so easily offer to swipe his card for damages equivalent to a night's worth of sales was beyond imaginable!
Frank was flabbergasted as he held onto the card. As the manager of the store, he was well-acquainted with the logo embossed
on the card. The Elite Gold Card issued by the Federacy! There's only five of these in the entire world! He had only ever learned

about the card through books, much like Cameron had, but this was the first time he was seeing the real thing.
Right now, he was so overwhelmed by the gold card in his hand that he could cry.
Noah, however, doubled over in derisive laughter when he saw Frank standing there looking dumbfounded by the card. "Haha!
Serena, is your brother an idiot or something? What is he trying to prove by throwing out some lame bank card? This has got to
be the biggest joke of the decade!"