Invincible Heir

Chapter 15 Broken promise

Soon enough, the eyes of everyone in the room fell upon Baron.

“Mr. Connor, there’s no need to concern yourself with this piece of trash. We can deal with him after

you sign this agreement!” Henry urged, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“I’m not signing shit!”

Connor tore the contract in two, pointed at Baron and raged, “I’d wanted to save tracking you down for

later, but I never could’ve imagined you were a Perry man. I’m not just calling off the collaboration

today; I’m coming down hard on your entire clan. That’ll teach you to mess with Connor Johnson.”

After receiving Baron’s kick yesterday, Connor - along with all the men he’d summoned - had been

single-handedly beaten black and blue by Charles. He’d been planning his revenge, but he didn’t think

an opportunity would come so soon.

“What? You insulted Mr. Connor Johnson himself? You insufferable sack of garbage!”

Shocked, Phillip hurried to clarify boundaries. “Mr. Connor, sir, this brat isn’t part of the Perry Clan. He’s

not related to us at all.”

“Up yours, motherfucker!”

Connor punched him across the face. “Where’s ‘Granddad’ come from, then? You must be lunatics,

trying to cut them off now to get back on our good side. Don’t even dream of it!”

Tracy had heard about the events at the kindergarten from Yuri last night and knew that Baron had laid

hands on Connor, but she never could have imagined the two would meet again so soon, much less on

such an important occasion.”

Even Henry himself was beginning to panic, hurriedly coming to the fore. “Mr. Connor, this bastard

really doesn’t have anything to do with the Perry Clan. Just give the word, and I’ll expel them right here

and now. Please, reconsider our collaboration!”

“Look at what your trash husband’s done now, Tracy. Insulting Mr. Connor Johnson himself! The gall!”

“It’s like I said, that wretched household of hers brings nothing but disaster. They almost destroyed the

Perry Clan five years ago, and now they’re trying to sabotage us again.” NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Mr. Chairman, let’s exile the lot of them right here, right now!”

Just like that, the entire meeting room was now brimming with hostility against Baron and Tracy,

threatening to erupt at any moment.

Originally seething, most of Connor’s anger abated as he drank in the contempt levied against Baron

Owen.

He shot a thoughtful look at Baron, then said, “It’s not that we can’t collaborate going forward. But - I

want this kid on his knees, begging.”

As that last sentence dropped from Connor’s lips, a brief flash of murderous intent blazed to life in

Baron’s eyes.

Upon hearing Connor’s words, Henry did not hesitate for an instant, turning to Baron as he barked,

“Well, gutter mongrel? Make like the dog you are and kneel! Kneel and beg for Mr. Connor Johnson to

forgive the Perry Clan!”

Baron simply stood there, back perfectly straight as his wintry gaze fell on Henry. Coldly, he spoke.

“You don’t even know the half of what happened between me and him, yet you would have me kneel

before him and beg?

“You keep repeating over and over that I have nothing to do with the Perry Clan, so how is it my

problem if he’s not letting your clan off?

“Not one of you has the right to command me, Baron Owen, to kneel!”

In that instant, Baron stood tall by his lonesome, his entire being emanating an aura of true strength.

Standing closest to him, a slight tremor ran through Tracy’s heart as she bore witness to Baron’s

display of power. He really had changed in five years.

“Impudent scum!”

Shuddering with fury from Baron’s speech, it took a good while for Henry to spit out those words.

At that moment, a man in a sleek suit barged into the meeting room, reporting urgently - “Mr. Chairman,

Camel of the Brone Group is here!”

‘The Brone Group?” Henry gaped.

A middle-aged man strode into the room - Camel, general manager of the Brone company, Cona

branch.

“We had no idea you’d be coming here in person, Mr. Camel - a thousand apologies for failing to greet

you properly!” Henry stepped forward, bowing slightly, his attitude one of complete submission.

Connor was taken aback as well. He hadn’t expected to come across Camel himself while meeting with

the Perry Clan. He stepped forward as well, reaching out with both hands as he said in buttery tones,

“Mr. Camel, how do you do. I am Connor Johnson of the Johnson Clan, and my father is…”

Camel chuckled coldly. “The Johnson Clan? What’s that supposed to be?”

The words left everyone in the room stunned. The blank expression on Connor’s face was about to rise

into anger, but, all of a sudden, he remembered one line of advice from his father - “The Brone Group is

the property of the elite Owen Clan of Donas, and when you put us up against the Owen Clan, the

Johnson Clan ain’t shit! So don’t, for the love of all that’s holy, make trouble for anyone who has

anything to do with the Brone Group.”

With that in mind, Connor forced his resentment back down his gullet.

“Problem?”

Camel shot Connor a pointed look.

Blanching, Connor shook his head in a panic. “Mr. Camel, sir, you’re absolutely right, the Johnson Clan

is shit compared to you, no, less than shit. No need to lower yourself to my level, sir.”

His entire body was already soaked through with cold sweat.

Even if Camel was only a general manager of a Brone company branch, he was still involved with the

Owen Clan, and that meant he was untouchable.

Camel scoffed and left it at that.

With a jerk of his eyes, one of his followers - a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed spectacles - bustled

forward, produced a contract, and laid it before Henry.

“What’s this?”

Confused, Henry took one look at the title of the contract. Shock registered across his face.

Without giving anything away, Camel spared a noncommittal glance at Baron, then looked at Mr. Perry

with the hints of a smile on his lips. “I was greatly moved by the sincerity of your company’s Tracy

Perry. She waited outside our offices for an entire day just to meet with me. I would be remiss to turn

her from our door at this point. I’ve already signed this agreement. All that remains for it to take effect is

your signature, Chairman Perry.”

Moved by Tracy Perry’s sincerity?

How was that possible?

Everyone in the room was similarly stunned, including Tracy herself.

Her mind churning, Tracy recalled what Yuri had said yesterday, that she would take care of the

collaboration business. Could this all be her doing?

The clan members clamoring for the expulsion of Tracy Perry and her family now fell silent. Their

stares towards her had all changed.

Especially Phillip, who was utterly stupefied.

He’d long been trying to get in contact with the Brone company leadership, but he hadn’t gotten so

much as a peep in return.

With his mission accomplished, Camel left just as swiftly as he’d arrived.

Connor Johnson, who had been prattling on about how he’d come down on the Perry Clan, slunk away

as well.

“I have an announcement to make!”

Henry Perry said, his gaze sweeping the room.

There was sheer excitement on everyone’s faces. Being able to collaborate with the Brone Group

meant a glorious future for the Perry Clan, and it was entirely probable that they would find themselves

rising to the elite upper class of Cona by the end of the year.

Tracy’s own heart was pounding as well, and she clenched her hands tight.

In the regular meeting just two days ago, Henry Perry had promised with his own words that whoever

secured collaboration with the Brone Group would receive the seat of Samho Chairman. Now that she

had secured the contract, Henry was surely about to announce her ascension.

The rest of the people in the room looked upon Tracy with envy.

“I’d expect as much out of the gifted daughter of the Perry Clan. She even managed to secure a

contract with the Brone Group.”

“If we make it into the ranks of the elites this year, it’ll be Tracy who deserves the most credit.”

“Keep it up, Tracy, from now on, I’ll cooperate with you all the way.”

Before Camel’s arrival, everyone had been baying for Tracy Perry’s banishment. Now, their faces

changed entirely as, one by one, they pledged loyalty to her, each greasier than the last.

At that moment, Henry Perry suddenly spoke. “From this day forth, Phillip Perry is the Chairman of the

Samho Group, with full authority over collaborative affairs with the Brone Group. The rest of you,

support him to the best of your ability.”

Nobody could have predicted Mr. Perry’s decision, not even Phillip Perry himself. After a brief lull, he

rose, euphoric. “Thank you for your trust, Granddad. Rest easy, I won’t let you down!”

“Right, dismissed!”

Henry rose to leave, without once mentioning the promise he’d made two days ago.

“Granddad!”

Dismayed, Tracy chased after him. “Granddad, didn’t you say that whoever managed to secure the

contract with the Brone company would get to take over as Chairman of Samho? Why is Phillip the one

to take that seat? I can’t accept this!”