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Chapter 114
“To be honest, before leaving Wolfenden Corp, I already got Westcity Plot No. 8 from Mr. Queen.”
Wilson was dumbfounded, and his expression changed. “Westcity Plot No. 8?”
He’d had his eyes on this land for a long time, but Jason had taken it away from him. He was upset
about it, but the person supporting him from the back had told him not to fight with Jason.
Therefore, he had no other choice but to forget about it. “There’s no way Jason would’ve given it to you!”
Wilson said, his voice thick with disbelief.
“Of course he wouldn’t give it to me under normal circumstances. However, I know a friend of Mr. Queen,
and he helped him at the lowest point of his life.
“I asked that man to put in a good word for me, and Mr. Queen decided to transfer the ownership of the
plot to me at the original price.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWilson was shocked. It was true that a few people had stepped forward and helped Jason when he had
nearly gone bankrupt.
His heart beat faster, and he said, “If you show me Westcity Plot No. 8, I’ll work with you.”
The eyes of Trevor and Miles, who had been standing frozen stiff on the side, glowed with delight.
Just as they had expected, Wilson was not able to resist the temptation of Westcity Plot No.8.
“Rest assured, Mr. Gillete. I’ll certainly get the plot for you,” Trevor said with a smile. “But I don’t have
enough cash on hand now, and I can only take out half of the money for Plot No. 8, so if you can
contribute the other half, Mr. Gillete…
“We can develop the plot together!”
A hint of coldness crossed Wilson’s eyes when he heard what Trevor said. However, he did not allow his
true emotions to show on his face.
“Sure!” Wilson said. “But words alone can’t convince me. If you call Jason right now and have him admit
it himself, I’ll believe you.”
Honestly, he was not very happy about Jason. After all, he was the one who had disgraced him at the
Shengville Hotel last time.
“No problem!” Trevor pulled his phone out. Wilson was worried that he was lying to him, so he took a
look at his phone to confirm that it was Jason’s phone number. Very soon, the call was connected.
“Yeali?” Jason’s voice wasted from the other side of the call. Wilson squinted his eyes when he heard
Jason’s voice. “Mr. Queen, it’s me. Trevor!”
Jason was stunned for a moment before he replied coldly, “Oh, how can I help you?”
Trevor was startled a bit when he noticed the indifference on the edge of Jason’s voice.
‘What is happening? He didn’t sound like this when we talked last time.” “Mr. Queen, I want to ask you
about the transfer of the ownership of Westcity Plot No. 8. When can we sign the contract?
“We heard that you’ve been here in Clouspring for two days. We wanted to invite you to dinner, but we
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcouldn’t get to you by phone…” “I can’t believe you still had the nerve to bring that up in front of me!”
Jason shouted, his voice filled with rage.
“Trevor, you should be grateful that I spared your life. The bracelet you gave my wife nearly killed her,
and you have the nerve to ask about Westcity Plot No. 8?”
Trevor felt nervous. “What do you mean, Mr. Queen? Has there been some kind of misunderstanding?”
“There is no misunderstanding! You should count your lucky stars that I didn’t do anything to you
because of Richard! Don’t make me do what I shouldn’t do to you!” Both Trevor and Miles’s faces turned
pale. Not only was Westcity Plot No.8 their bargaining chip with Wilson, but it was also the only thing that
could support them when they left Wolfenden Corp.
But now, it seemed to them that they were losing the plot. “Mr. Queen…” “Get lost!” Jason shouted
angrily before he hung up the call.
Trevor’s face was pale, and he was dumbfounded. There was not even a single voice in Wilson’s office.