I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 216

Henry quickly pointed at Mason and exclaimed, "It is the esteemed person right here."

The doctor frowned when he smelled the pungent smell from Mason's body, even through the mask he had on.

"Please remove your shirt. I will take a reading of your heart rate," he instructed despite the discomfort.

Everyone in the room almost threw up the moment Mason took off his top.

How in the world could there be such a putrid smell?!

All the Wynns began to wonder how realistic he was willing to go even though he was only putting on an act.

He honestly smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in at least three years.

Kingsley almost laughed out loud when he saw how hard Henry and the rest of them were trying to hold back when they almost gagged.

"Please enjoy yourselves, Old Master Henry." He couldn't help but pat Henry on the shoulder. "I am off to keep my sister company."

He proceeded to leave right after saying that.

The Wynns, however, didn't dare move an inch from their positions. They had no choice but to bite the bullet and stay with Mason as he went through one examination after another.

…

Time passed in a jiffy, and one week had passed by at just the blink of an eye.

After Reene was discharged from the hospital, she returned home to recover while she dealt with work from the company that had piled up.

Mason, on the other hand, lived the whole week like a king at the Wynn Manor.

Throughout the week, the Wynn Family served him like he was royalty.

He had the whole household wait on his hand and foot.

Under their meticulous care, Mason's invisible injuries and illnesses that had accumulated over the years have begun to heal.

However, he never once mentioned forgiving the Wynns.

While he did his best at enjoying the luxurious life there, the Wynns were hit by misfortunes that came one after another.

Just when the Clark Corporation was jointly suppressed by a group of prominent leaders, the June Bank in Cleapolis issued a statement that the Clark Corporation had been practicing improper operation, and their assets had shrunk tremendously to the point it had exceeded the estimated risk at the time of the loan.

They would have to pay off the loan, plus the principal and interest of 50 million to the bank within 10 days.

Upon receiving this news, Henry let out a small gasp and immediately fainted. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He couldn't get 50 million even if the whole company was sold off!

If the bank were to apply for property preservation at the court, he might have to lose the family's villa, cars, savings, antique calligraphy and paintings. In short, he would lose it all.

Having no other choice, Clarence invited Mason to the living room, and knelt down with a thud.

"Ares, the God of War… I… I implore you to go easy on our family..."

Since there was no one else around, he had directly called Mason by his nickname.

Clarence's face was wet with snot and tears, but his words puzzled Mason. Just who is this God of War he's talking about?

Mason had been out of his mind these few years, but he had never heard of a so-called "God of War".

After pondering for a moment, he decided he might as well play along no matter who Ares was, since the Wynns believed that he was who they thought he was.

And so, Mason impassively shook his head. "One of your children has hurt me. How can I let you go so easily?"

Hearing that, Clarence began to wail in despair. "My son is now a cripple and he has already been punished! Why don't you let us go?!"

"Why is a man like you crying?!" Mason's eyebrows pulled together into a frown. "Tell me what happened."

"B-Because we rubbed you the wrong way, w-we were jointly sanctioned by a group of business leaders in Cleapolis. Even our biggest investor has withdrawn their shares. The Clark Corporation doesn't have money now, and our goods aren't selling." Clarence wiped his tears and continued, "That is not even the worst part. Just this morning, we received a notice from the June Bank, asking us to pay our 50-million loan with added interest. We don't even have so much m-money!"

"You are quite pitiful indeed." Mason sighed after hearing the words Clarence babbled tearfully.

"So why don't you let us go…" Clarence looked at Mason with pleading eyes. "Just one word from you, the God of War, and those big shots will withdraw the sanction. You will be giving the Clark Corporation a way out."

Mason shook his head and thought, Too bad the Wynns got the wrong person. I am not the God of War at all!

Thinking of this, he asked Clarence, "Well, how about I give you an idea that might help your family get over the hump?"

Clarence's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that, and he urged, "Please do!"

"Ever heard of what a scapegoat is?" Mason leaned against the sofa and unhurriedly suggested, "Find

someone who owes you a favor, and get them to repay you for your past kindness. Let them be responsible over your mess of a company. It doesn't matter how much money you sell it for. At this point, every penny counts."

Clarence didn't say anything in reply after hearing Mason's words.