Invincible Heir

Chapter 145 Exchange

Baron had just walked up when eight men surrounded him in an instant.

These men had powerful auras. At least more powerful than James’ men.

“Please come with us, Mr. Owen!”

The brute in the lead suddenly spoke.

He had a fleshy face, intense brows over wide glaring eyes, and heavy facial hair, with an

interconnected beard and mustache on his chin and lip forming a classic goatee.

Behind him, a white Toyota Prado was stopped, with its doors open.

Baron didn’t say a word. He shot a mild look at the man with the goatee and got in himself.

The bearded brute was slightly taken aback. No wonder the family had sent them here. Their aura

alone could already say a lot about them.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the doorstep of the Dynasty Nightclub.

The eight men only stopped when they had gone all the way to the top floor, and the innermost

compartment.

The bearded man knocked on the door. “He’s here, boss!”

It took the door opening for Baron to finally realize who it was that had wanted him there. It was

Jerome.

When Baron had forcefully bought Domom SPA out from under Jimmy, it’d taken Jerome days to find

out about it and send men to the spa, but Charles easily sent his bodyguards to the hospital, and Baron

gave him a vicious drubbing.

“I finally got you here, then, Baron!”

Jerome looked coolly at Baron.

He sat on the sofa, a beauty on either side. Behind him, a towering bodyguard about 6’5’’ stood there

like an iron tower.

The tall bodyguard’s cold gaze fell on Baron, who simply remained calm, but that was enough for the

man to feel heavy pressure.

“This kid’s strong!”

The bodyguard thought to himself. That was his first impression of Baron.

From start to finish, Baron only shot him a glance, then turned his eyes back on Jerome.

“You sent eight men to ‘invite’ me here, Mr. Wilson. I’m flattered.”

Baron smiled sarcastically and sat on the sofa next to Jerome.

Jerome narrowed his eyes, a bit of sharpness in his gaze, while Baron looked at him peacefully, giving

off the impression of a predator at rest.

“I have to admit, baron, I’m getting interested in you.”

The corners of Jerome’s mouth curled up as he slowly spoke.

“I’m straight, so don’t get any ideas,” Baron chuckled.

Jerome cocked an eyebrow, then loosened, his hands pinching lewd spots on the girls beside him.

“Leave us!”

The two women left, leaving Baron inside the compartment with Jerome and three brutes behind him.

“I’ve looked into you. Aside from five years of military service, you’re nothing special. Five years ago,

you were just some poor bastard going around begging over five hundred thousand.

“Right, and of course – you’re the exiled son of the Owen family of Donas!

“If the Owen family really did have your back, I’d probably be afraid, but the point is they don’t. I’m

surprised you even kept the Owen name.

“An idiot like James might find himself intimidated, but not me!” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Baron’s relationship with the Owen family was no secret. It wasn’t surprising that Jerome could find that

out.

But how could they have known?

How could anyone in Cona have known that, the day of his return, the butler of the family had

personally waited at the airport under direct command of the head of the family to invite him back to

Donas and take over the clan?

“Mr. Wilson, you didn’t get me here just to talk nonsense, did you? If you do, I don’t have the time to

play along,” Baron said, smiling lightly.

“You don’t seem to understand the situation.”

Jerome said suddenly, a hint of threat in his tone.

“Oh? What situation is that?”

Baron mocked, clearly not taking Jerome seriously.

That enraged Jerome, but he’d never been the one to act on impulse. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left

so easily after losing his bodyguards and forty million to go with them that day at Domom.

He’d only had people invite Baron over today because he’d investigated the man’s background

thoroughly.

In his eyes, James had only been so respectful to Baron because he’d used the status of the Owen

family.

“Kid, I’ll cut to the chase. The Domom SPA belongs to the Wilson family. Jimmy was just a puppet, and

he didn’t have the right to give it up.”

Jerome’s eyes were chilling, and his men behind him grew cautious, ready to act.

Baron casually picked up a bottle of soda, sipped at it, and chuckled, “And?”

With a flick of his finger, Baron shot out the cap at tremendous speed, shattering a bottle of cognac on

the tea table. Alcohol spilled over the table, glimmering red and brown.

The move instantly shrank the pupils of the men behind Jerome. What kind of power and control did he

have to shatter a cognac bottle with a soda cap?

A flicker of fear passed across Jerome’s eyes as well. Baron was seated right across from him. If the

soda cap had been aimed at his head, what would have happened?

The bodyguard took a step forward and blocked in front of Jerome, staring dead at Baron.

“Get out of the way!”

Jerome suddenly barked.

The bodyguard said seriously, “Boss, he’s strong!”

“I said get out of the way!”

Jerome raged.

The bodyguard retreated behind him, one hand at the side of his suit. He was obviously armed, ready

to draw at the first indication of Baron trying to cause any harm to Jerome.

A smile lilted up on Baron’s face. This Jerome wasn’t the heir of the Wilson family for nothing.

Despite clearly knowing that he could snuff him like a candle, Jerome was still exposing himself before

Baron. That took more guts than most people had.

“If you’d only return the Domom SPA to the Wilson family, however much you spent, I’ll pay you

double.”

No longer taking Baron lightly, Jerome grew serious.

“Mr. Wilson, you don’t seem to understand. I bought the Domom fair and square. Return this, return

that – you’re making it sound like I robbed you?” Baron said.

“I’ll pay double to buy it back!” Jerome said through gnashed teeth.

“No!”

Baron shook his head, chuckling, “Forget double, I’m not selling it back for ten times the price! That’s a

golden goose, why would I sell it?”

“If we’re talking profit, then Dynasty far exceeds Domom.”

Jerome said. “Besides, in your hands, Domom won’t profit. I’ll trade it for this club – how’s that?”

“Mr. Wilson, do you think I’m stupid? If this place rakes in more money than the Domom, why would

you be so foolish as to trade it with me?” Baron said sarcastically.