King's Awakening

Chapter 302: Spent 8 billion on almost rotten land?

Sayon, Jones Group.

Upon hearing the news, Sherry Jones slumped into her chair, as if all her strength had been drained, with an alarming pallor on her pretty face.

Everything’s over, utterly over.

At this point, where couldn’t Sherry see that it was all Alan Austin’s scheme?

Alan Austin must have known the exact location of Nezzi New City early on, and yet, he kept it hidden, even causing the Jones family members to deliver false information.

The appearance of Old Madam Jones and others that day wasn’t to show off their might but to deliver the fabricated news to her.

To make her believe, Alan Austin even had people create the illusion of hoarding lands in the Southern Suburb.

It was all a lie, all of it. The Southern Suburb was a false lead, the North Suburb was the reality!

Sherry Jones was full of regret, wishing she could slap herself twice. How could she fall for Alan Austin’s cunning plot?

For a moment, self-blame clouded her vision, condensing into teardrops streaming down her face.

The next moment, she bolted out of the company like a mad woman, disregarding Mori Jones’s pleas from behind.

Such a blow was beyond what an average person could endure.

She had just glimpsed a hint of dawn, but reality came crashing down on her.

After leaving the company, Sherry wandered aimlessly along the streets until she found herself in front of the Jones’ mansion.

From outside the iron bars of the mansion, Sherry Jones looked with a heart full of sorrow at the brightly lit mansion and listened to the sounds of laughter emerging from the inside.

“Ha ha ha… just received a reply from Mr. Austin, saying that dumb Sherry actually spent billions on a piece of shitty land.”

“Good, so good. It’s extremely satisfying to see her suffer. Let’s see how she still can show off in front of us now, she deserves this bad luck.”

“Exactly, if she just had married Noah Weiden, none of this would have happened. Now, she’s in agony and has nowhere to cry. Let’s see what else she has to be arrogant about!”

The piercing words, like daggers, stabbed into Sherry Jones’s heart. The dried-up tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her face.

No longer able to suppress her feelings, Sherry, like a maniac, began to pound on the Jones’s front door, crying out, “Why, grandma, why are you doing this to me?”

“Why, don’t you understand that this might kill my brother? Don’t you have any regard for the relations of the past? Do you all want to see my brother die before you’re at peace? Tell me, tell me…”

At this moment, Sherry’s heart was tearing apart. All she could think of was White Mitchell’s safety and what to do next. If they can’t secure Nezzi New City, White Mitchell wouldn’t escape death.

Just then, the front gate of the Jones’s residence slowly opened. Led by Old Madam Jones, the members of the Jones family looked down at Sherry, their faces radiating nothing but indifference.

“You insolent b*tch, you still dare to make trouble here? Do you think this will work?”

“You spent billions buying a piece of rotten land, and now you’re crying in front of our house? Haha… Man’s mundane sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted calamities can’t!”

“You also have today. I want to see how you die!” sneered Amanda, her voice full of sarcasm.

Sherry Jones silently lifted her head. As tears streamed down her face, she looked at Old Madam Jones with despair and said, “Grandma, why did you do this? Why did you lie to me?”

“Is the Jones Group not even slightly important in your heart? Doesn’t our family bond…”

“Shut up!” Will Jones interrupted her sharply before she could even finish her sentence. “Only now do you know the importance of family?”

“When you allowed White Mitchell to offend Hans Weiden, did you consider family?”

“When you married White Mitchell with no regard for anything, did you also think about family?”

“Now you want to talk to us about family? What a laugh. What family ties do we have with you, do you still consider yourself part of the Jones family?”

From the side, Snowden Jones also spoke fearlessly, “Sherry Jones, oh Sherry Jones, you finally meet your end, ha…

But don’t worry, the Jones Group won’t collapse. After you and White Mitchell died, our Jones Group will rise again.

The Imperial Group already promised that as soon as you die, our Jones family can join the Nezzi New City project.

You just appealed to our family ties, didn’t you? All right, grab White Mitchell with you, go to the Imperial Group, and apologize by committing suicide. In that way, both of you would have contributed to the rise of our Jones family, haha…”

Hearing these words, Sherry Jones felt greater pain in her heart.

She blamed herself for her inability to see this trap.

Now, not only could she not protect White Mitchell, she had spent eight hundred billion paid by Mr. Beckett.

All this was due to her own decision-making mistakes.

At this thought, the tears of self-blame from Sherry Jones poured out, just like a dam bursting.

But the people of the Jones family ignored her as if they saw nothing. Old Madam Jones even commanded, “Cry elsewhere all you want, for you’re defiling our Jones’s ground.

Will Jones, get her out of here.”

Will Jones laughed maliciously at her words and directly raised his leg, preparing to kick Sherry.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared. This startled Will Jones, causing him to miss the kick and fall flat on his face.

“Bro…,” Sherry looked at the figure; it’s White Mitchell, her heart tasted more bitter.

However, White Mitchell, with a calm demeanor, shook his head and comforted, “I know everything. It’s not a big problem.”

At this time, the faces of the Jones family darkened upon seeing White Mitchell’s sudden appearance.

“Not a big problem? Ha….., White Mitchell, are you still showing off here? You think just saying that can make up for the several hundred billion lost by Sherry?” responded Amanda with a sneer.

White Mitchell quietly turned and gazed at the members of the Jones family, with a playful twinkle in his eye.

At that moment, the way how he looked at the Jones clan was like watching a group of foolish clowns.

Soon, they will know who really lost those billions!

However, White did not tell them this, knowing there would be plenty of time for them to regret later.

Then, White Mitchell directly escorted the heartbroken Sherry Jones, and they rushed back home.

Along the way, Sherry seemed listless, walking in silence, not uttering a single word, like a lost soul.

Unable to bear her pain, White said, “It’s okay, silly girl, we’ll cross the bridge when we come to it, we haven’t lost yet, right?”

Hearing this, Sherry’s guilt feelings worsened. She knew these were just words White Mitchell said to comfort her.

Unless Beckett’s boss can provide another several hundred billion to compensate for the gap between her and Alan Austin’s group, they had no advantage in the Nezzi New City project.

Once the bidding results were announced, both she and White Mitchell were doomed.

In her view, the outcome is already set, and there is little chance of turning it around.

But these defeated words are inappropriate to say in front of White Mitchell. In order not to worry him, Sherry had to revive her spirit and pretend to be alright, “Yeah, you’re right. We haven’t lost yet.”

After saying these words, Sherry fell silent again feeling miserable.

Seeing this, White Mitchell didn’t say anything else, he just thought to himself, “Silly girl, you’ll soon find out how valuable that ‘worthless’ land is in their eyes!”

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