King's Awakening

Upon hearing this, Andrea Jones nodded, her face expressionless. It seemed as though she was considering some matters, showing a mix of apprehension and anticipation.

“Did he call to help Sherry Jones?” The elderly man continued to ask.

Andrea Jones nodded again, speaking in a complicated tone, “He asked me to hand over all of the Jones Family’s steel orders to the Robert Group. More importantly, his call was transferred through the Northern Territory Headquarters.”

Hiss!

Hearing this, the elderly man couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

You should know that even though they had already guessed White Mitchell’s identity, it’s one thing to guess, and another for White Mitchell to admit it himself!

Now that he has directly transferred his call via the Northern Territory Headquarters to Andrea Jones’ personal number, this was the equivalent of revealing his identity to Andrea Jones.

He doesn’t want to hide it!

Is he planning to reveal his identity?

Why did he choose to hide it before then?

Shocked to his core, the elderly man’s expression gradually became heavy. “Miss, what do you think White Mitchell intends? Also, should we really agree to his demands? If we do, that would put us at odds with the Mitchell Family.”

Hearing this, Andrea Jones frowned and she responded in a similarly heavy tone, “If White Mitchell’s intentions were so easily guessed, he wouldn’t be the Supreme Military Lord personally decreed by the Elders’ House.”

It’s less accurate to say this is his request, and more accurate to say it’s his command – an opportunity he is presenting to our Jones Family.”

If the Mitchell family decides to take revenge and targets our Jones Family, White Mitchell will not stand by. Unfortunately, this is not the opportunity I want!”

With that, Andrea Jones slammed her fist on the table, her entire being seething with anger.

Sigh…

Seeing this, the elderly man quietly sighed and helplessly shook his head.

He could somewhat guess Andrea Jones’ thoughts.

What she wanted was the chance to become White Mitchell’s woman, or rather, the Supreme Military Lord’s woman.

It’s a pity that White Mitchell is so deeply infatuated with Sherry Jones. It’s almost impossible for anyone else to get involved.

In fact, perhaps this is also White Mitchell warning Andrea Jones.

Given White Mitchell’s capabilities, how could he not know Andrea Jones’ intentions?

The opportunity he was willing to give was probably the biggest concession he could make.

If Andrea Jones insists on getting close to White Mitchell and angers him, the consequences are unimaginable.

Pity that even though the elderly man can see this clearly, he understands Andrea Jones’ personality even better. If she sets her mind to something, she will stop at nothing to obtain it, and no one can change her mind.

“Sir Jude, please make arrangements to have our people draft a contract and deliver to Robert Group within the hour.” Andrea Jones commanded.

Upon hearing this, the elderly man nodded in agreement and subsequently left Andrea Jones’ side, looking worried.

…

On the other hand, at the Robert Group, after White Mitchell hung up, he turned his gaze to Sana Robert.

“Everything has been arranged. A contract will be delivered from the Jones family soon. Most of what follows is up to you. Your father once told me that true strength comes from oneself.” White Mitchell said.

In response, Sana nodded emphatically, a determined look on her face, “I will definitely work hard!”

Looking at Sana’s spirited demeanor, White Mitchell couldn’t help but smile a gratified smile. He thought to himself, “Hudson, if you could see this from above, you would probably feel reassured.”

As White Mitchell was deep in his thoughts, Caleb Robert, who overheard their conversation, scoffed.

“All arranged? The Jones family will send a contract? Haha…” Caleb laughed, then continued, “White Mitchell, you really know how to boast. Who do you think you are?”

Your wife left, at best she holds a minor position in her family, and yet you think she can influence the entire Jones Family’s decisions?

You can put on an act, but don’t take everyone else for a fool. Do you really think the Jones family would offend the Mitchell family for a kid like you? Do you think the people from the Jones family have water on the brain like you?”

Caleb was laughing unrestrainedly, his laughter replete with contempt.

At that moment, White Mitchell looked at Caleb calmly. “Oh? It seems like you think you have the situation totally under control. Don’t you think it’s strange though? So much time has passed yet the money from Jonah Jones hasn’t arrived in your account.”

What!?

Prompted by White Mitchell, Caleb immediately realized and furrowed his brows.

However, Caleb stubbornly retorted, “What’s so strange about that? Delays in transfers happen all the time. Stop trying to scare me, I won’t fall for your tricks!”

Hearing this, White Mitchell responded with amusement, “Really? Then let me persuade you, give Jonah Jones a call. Maybe you’ll be surprised.”

Dismissing White Mitchell’s comment with a snort, Caleb scoffed, “Fine, I’ll call him, I’m not afraid!”

Saying that, Caleb immediately took out his phone and dialed Jonah Jones’ number.

Beep beep beep…

After several dial tones, the call connected.

As soon as the call connected, Caleb started bluffing, “Hello, Mr. Jones, how are things going on your end? Have you signed the papers? Can the money be transferred soon?”

“Me sign my ass! If you didn’t call, I was planning to call you myself. What the hell is happening on your end? The assets you were planning to sell to our third branch encountered some problems. As a result, I even had to get Sherry Jones on the line!

Sherry Jones was ready to sign off on the funds, and now the deal’s off!

If you don’t settle this mess right away, I might lose my standing within the third branch if this merger plan fails!” Jonah Jones yelled.

What…

Upon hearing this, the smile on Caleb’s face froze as he was replaced by a look of confusion.

What’s the issue here?

What went wrong with those assets?

Caleb was baffled. He couldn’t help but fire an accusatory look at White Mitchell, “This is your damn doing, isn’t it!?”