The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power
Chapter 104

The man who arrived with the invitation letters was none other than Harry Carter, the young master of the Carter Family.

Harry's eyes flickered at the tea staining the front of Zachary's shirt and muttered in disgust, "Revolting."

Zachary broke out in a cold sweat even though Harry had only uttered a single word.

Terror hummed through him as he swiftly stood up and repeatedly bowed to Harry.

"My sincere apologies, Young Master Harry, for the foul sight forced on you!"

He bowed so deeply that his head dipped lower than crotch-level.

After all, the Dugray family relied on the Carter Family for everything.

One word from Harry, and the Dugrays would have lost everything.

The moment Harry showed a hint of displeasure, Zachary's legs began trembling violently.

As for Michael and his family, they were beyond themselves with shock.

They had thought the greatest honor the Larsons would ever be granted in history would be a marriage to an illegitimate son of the Carter Family.

They never would have imagined the heir of the Carters would personally visit their home.

It was an incredible honor, an absolute blessing!

Michael eagerly opened his mouth to speak but found himself at a loss for words.

It took him a while before he could muster up the words.

"Y-Young Master Harry, what brings you here?" he stammered. "Does Young Master Shane still wish to tie the knot with my daughter?" "No," Harry replied.

"Shane has been punished according to our family law after breaking off the engagement. Grandpa has personally broken one of his legs. He has been placed on house arrest for the whole year." While Harry did not even glance in Kingsley's direction, his body was turned toward Kingsley.

It was evident that Harry was actually reporting to Kingsley what Shane's punishment was.

Michael was stunned to hear that.

Henry Carter had broken Shane's leg because of Cecilia; what?

Was the Larson Family ever important enough to push Henry to do so?

"I see... Young Master Harry..."

Michael was about to ask another question when Harry interrupted him by placing on the coffee table five gilded envelopes made of red paper.

"Mr. Larson, I am here with invitation letters for you as per my orders. If you replace no issue with the letters, I will be off now."

"Yes, yes."

Michael hurried forward and, with trembling fingers, picked up the invitation letters. "I have no problems with them.

There is nothing wrong at all..."

Just then, Kingsley glanced at Zachary, who was shivering hard, and smirked.

"Mr. Dugray, you were worried I would try to fool you with fake invitation letters, correct? Would you like to appraise them now that they are here?"

"Tit's fine..."

Zachary was going to faint from horror.

These invitations were delivered by Harry Carter himself.

There was no way he would ever dare to doubt Young Master Harry.

Furthermore, everyone knew Harry was the General Manager of Coliree Group. These invitations could not be counterfeit.

"If memory serves me correctly, did you not also say you would holler uncle if I can offer up something worth more than your antique?

There was a faint smile on Kingsley's lips. "Well, what do you think? Are these invitation letters worth more than one million?"

HJ N

Zachary was sweating hard.

Was the answer not obvious?

If one could enter the pre-bid conference of Coliree Group, any tender won would be worth hundreds of millions.

There would always be a willing buyer for an invitation letter to the conference, even if it were priced at over a hundred million dollars each. Simply put, the invitation letters were priceless.

At that thought, Zachary's face went stark white. His lips were trembling so hard that it was as if he was gravely ill.

"Well?" There was a cold glint in Kingsley's eyes. "You can't do it?"

HJ N

Despite his attempts to speak, Zachary could not utter a word.

"Mr. Carter," Kingsley said to Harry, turning away from Zachary, "prior to your arrival, Mr. Dugray had adamantly professed you

n were a scammer.

Zachary's face paled even further upon hearing that.

His knees weakened. There was a loud thud as he dropped to his knees.

"Young Master Harry, I did not mean that! I merely stated this man's friends were scammers. You were not included in that statement, sir.

As soon as Zachary finished voicing his protests, fear flickered across his face as a realization struck him. In a quivering voice, he continued, "You... You are not his friend, are you?

"I am not." Harry shook his head.

"That is good..."

Zachary let out a sigh of relief.

However, before he was done feeling relieved, Harry continued, "After all, I do not deserve to be even considered a friend of Mr. Nicholson."