King's Awakening

Chapter 23 - 23: Going back to one’s own company, what invitation letter is needed?

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Going back to one’s own company, what invitation letter is needed?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

An invitation?

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell smiled slightly and responded: “I’m going back to my own company, why would I need an invitation?”

At these words, the two officers blocking the way burst into laughter.

“Your own company? Tell us, which company do you belong to? Which company is yours?” The two staff were clearly amused and started teasing.

But Mitchell, unfazed, replied: “Imperial Group!”

Huh?

The two glanced at each other and then burst into peals of laughter, bending over in mirth.

“You have some nerve. If Imperial Group is yours, then I would say Royal Group is mine.”

“Exactly, stop boasting here. It’s known to everyone that our CEO’s name is

Alan Austin. Come up with a better bluff because you can’t sell this one.”

“Alright, stop wasting our time and move on. Otherwise, our supervisor will come over and we’ll end up being scolded because of you.”

The two staff impatiently urged, but White Mitchell, with a calm expression, declared, “I’m not Austin, my surname is Mitchell, I am White Mitchell!”

Bang!

White Mitchell?

Upon hearing this name, a look of shock quickly spread across the faces of the two employees.

Though they were not old employees of the Imperial Group, who in the whole of Imperial Group didn’t know the name White Mitchell?

“You’re the CEO who embezzled public funds five years ago?” One employee stared at Mitchell in astonishment, hardly believing his eyes.

The other employee furrowed his brow, pondering why Mitchell would return at this critical time.

Both were puzzled, but they knew that whether this man was telling the truth or bluffing, there was no way they could let him step into the venue today!

Otherwise, they estimate they will lose their jobs.

“I don’t care whether you’re real or fake, you shouldn’t have mentioned White Mitchell? Get lost, we don’t welcome you here, or else, I’ll have to call security.” One employee said disdainfully, clearly showing his impatience.

“Go, go, go…” Another employee readied to eject him, but Kylin, standing tall, immediately stepped between them, giving them a scare.

Kylin, towering over one meter eighty, stood ramrod straight like a javelin. His mere presence emanated a daunting aura.

“What… what are you trying to do? Are you trying to scare us? Don’t think we’re afraid of you just because you’re tall!” One staff member quivered before looking over at Kylin apprehensively. “Quick, call everyone over here!” “Everyone get over here to the entrance, we’ve got trouble!”

With that shout, around twenty employees of the Imperial Group quickly gathered. Along with them came seven or eight hotel security officers, promptly barricading the entrance.

“White… White Mitchell?”

At this moment, a slightly chubby young man wearing glasses squeezed out of the crowd.

“Fatty?”

Upon seeing the young man, Mitchell immediately frowned.

This man was called Beckett, his college roommate, and one of his former trusted assistants. At the initial stage of the business, Beckett’s technical prowess had been vital.

Before Mitchell’s prison time, Beckett had already become the company’s core manager in charge of technology, so why had he become like this now?

If not for their past familiarity, Mitchell wouldn’t have recognized that the somewhat indifferent young man before him was the jolly “Fatty” from their college days.

“It… It’s really you! My brother!” Fatty squeezed out of the crowd and gave him a big hug.

That hug, felt like a lifetime.

“What on earth happened? Alan Austin even targeted you guys?” Mitchell furrowed his brows, rage boiling in his heart.

Beckett sighed, a look of helplessness on his face.

Not long after Mitchell went to prison, Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson used all sorts of methods to force these old employees to sign non-compete agreements.

The loyal employees who supported Mitchell were not convinced, and sought negotiation. Unexpectedly the next day, those who could escape, escaped; those who could not, had their families ruined.

Beckett and some old employees, fearing their families would be implicated, reluctantly signed the agreement.

However, Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson not only failed to honor their original promise, they found various reasons to suppress these employees.

Becky was one of the victims, currently the assistant manager on a production line, earning a meager salary to support his family.

He had thought of leaving the Imperial Group, but he was afraid that Austin would not let him off lightly, so he continued to live on, barely surviving.

Even though Beckett told him it was okay, hearing this made rage surge inside of Mitchell.

Alan Austin!

Mitchell gritted his teeth in anger, but at this moment, upon learning that Mitchell wanted to enter the venue, Beckett quickly advised, “White, don’t be impulsive, Alan Austin is now a big deal.

Also, I just heard that an important figure from the Nezzi headquarters will be attending tonight’s celebration, so to avoid unnecessary trouble, it’d be best to stay out of it.”

Facing Beckett’s sincere advice, Mitchell shook his head: “Fatty, relax. I wouldn’t show up here without being completely sure. Everything that Alan Austin has done to me, I’m going to give back to him in full!”

Upon hearing this, Beckett gritted his teeth hard; he turned around to tell those blocking the entrance, “Disperse! Nothing ever happened here. Just disperse.”

Hearing Beckett’s command, the employees hesitated. After all, this was White Mitchell. Would it really be okay to let him in?

Just as everyone was undecided, a harsh voice resonated from behind the crowd: “Fatty Zhou, you’re really getting braver and braver, even daring to let this troublemaker in?”

A thin, monkey-like figure sauntered arrogantly from the crowd, looking condescendingly at Beckett.

Upon seeing this person, Beckett’s face instantly darkened.

This man was called Jimmy, a distant relative of Grandy Anderson who managed to secure the position of production line manager by bootlicking.

In terms of rank, he was technically Beckett’s superior. Jimmy habitually harassed Beckett, and they had quarrelled several times.

However, every time Jimmy would leverage his background and give Beckett a hard time. Over time, Beckett was somewhat afraid of him.

“Jimmy! You’re in charge of the interior, the exterior is none of your business!” Beckett said disdainfully.

However, upon hearing this, Jimmy just sneered and looked contemptuously at Beckett: “Fatty Zhou, you are really an idiot. Have the years of consuming gutter oil finally caught up to you?

White Mitchell is clearly here to make trouble. You not only failed to stop him, but you also want to let him in?

Hehe… let me tell you, you’re done.. Tomorrow, you’ll be working rotating shifts on the production line for me! Spit!”