The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 796 Can You Help Me?

Old Mrs. Sheffield's eyes were slightly red-rimmed as she recounted her tale, "Unfortunately, we developed our business too quickly and aroused the jealousy of others. When my husband was about to expand his business to Diosna City, the local jewelers became dissatisfied. They... hired someone to beat my husband to death!"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to swallow her sobs.

This was Cameron’s first time hearing her grandmother’s tragic tale. So, her eyes brimmed with sympathetic tears as she listened to the old lady trying to show a brave front.

Kingsley came to an epiphany. "So… you're worried that such a tragedy will occur once more. That’s why you're so determined to bar the younger generation from expanding the family business?"

"That's right." Old Mrs. Sheffield wiped away her tears. "On that night, my husband came home later than usual. Initially, I assumed he had gone out for drinks again. However, when he rushed into the house covered in blood, I realized something was terribly wrong!"

She inhaled deeply before continuing, "He told me that on his way home, he encountered a young man. The man claimed that he was here to teach him a lesson on behalf of the jewelers in Diosna City, warning him from snatching up their businesses ever again!"

Kingsley furrowed his brow slightly. "If it were just a lesson, a beating would have been enough. There was no need to kill him, right?" Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"That's what I thought at the time!" Old Mrs. Sheffield exclaimed in remorse.

"I saw that he only had a few wounds on his face and bruises on his body, so I didn't think much of it. I figured I should allow him to get a good night's sleep after dressing his wounds. I even planned

to take him to the hospital for a thorough check-up in the morning. When he was in bed, he kept telling me that we needed to protect the Sheffield Family's business and never ruin the family's reputation. At the time, I laughed at him, thinking it was just a fight! He was a strong man, so how could he act like he was about to die just because he took a few punches..."

Old Mrs. Sheffield couldn't hold back her tears at this point.

Meanwhile, Kingsley sighed and remained silent. He had already guessed the outcome of the story.

After a while, she finally calmed down her grieving emotions and rasped, "I didn't expect that when I woke up the next day, he was already gone... Later, during the autopsy, the doctor said his internal organs had suffered severe impact, and he was seriously injured. In such a situation, there might not have been much pain immediately after the injury. Unfortunately, without timely medical treatment, most people wouldn't survive the next day..."

Kingsley's frown deepened as he listened to her story!

A person who could injure someone's internal organs with just the power of their fists?! That narrows down a lot of people!

While Kingsley was thinking about possible suspects, Old Mrs. Sheffield took a deep breath and slowly said, "Mr. Nicholson, the reason I'm telling you all this is twofold. First, I want to explain my insistent refusal in expanding the family business. Second... It's because I want to ask you for a favor. As long as you help me fulfill my wish, I promise that the Sheffield Family will fully cooperate with Neveah's project!"

He had a vague idea of what she was proposing. "You want me to avenge your husband?"

"That's right." Old Mrs. Sheffield scowled as resentment filled her eyes.

"That night, my husband told me that the person who beat him up called himself Jake Stewart and told my husband to go to Diosna City if he didn’t agree with his words!"

"Jake Stewart?"

Kingsley's expression changed upon hearing that name.

Could it be that this person is from the Stewart Family in Diosna City?

The Stewart Family had been practicing ancient martial arts since childhood, which would explain how that man could shatter someone's internal organs with his bare hands!

Old Mrs. Sheffield shakily stood up from her seat before begging Kingsley.

"Mr. Nicholson, you have a powerful background and connections with the Tanners. I believe you can find the killer! I beg you to help me with this favor! Please let me die with peace of mind!"

"Old Mrs. Sheffield, please get up." He hastily stepped forward to help her up. "Old Mrs. Sheffield, I can indeed find the person, but the problem is..."