Chapter 511 Someone Wants to Jump
Seeing James calling someone, Sable let out a mocking laugh.
"The delusions of a nobody. Do you really think some big shot is coming to save you?"
Jett snorted in agreement. "Foolish commoner."
James ended the call and looked at Jett calmly. "Don't worry. Soon you'll be on your knees processing my registration."
Sable gave a contemptuous smirk. "Let's see how long your confidence lasts."
Jett no longer bothered trying to drive James away. He casually made himself a cup of coffee, completely dismissive of James, anticipating the moment he could watch him fail.
Christopher looked resigned. He hadn't wanted to burn bridges with Jett, but at this point, reconciliation seemed impossible.
As for James calling in reinforcements, Christopher wasn't optimistic—James might command respect in Rosewood City, but Sovereign City was different territory.
By now, seven or eight passing employees and citizens, hearing about the confrontation, had gathered around the office to watch the drama unfold.
They all found James amusing—a nobody trying to register a tea company, threatening to call someone important to put Jett in his place? Ridiculous.
After a while, Sable looked up and called out mockingly, "Boy, it's been ten minutes. Maybe you should call again and hurry them up?"
"You might have all day, but we don't. Jett and I have a poker game planned."
She added sarcastically, "Or perhaps have them come teach us a lesson tomorrow instead?"
Jett raised his head with a cold smile. "What kind of person could a country bumpkin possibly know? Probably thinks the security guard at the front desk qualifies as a connection."
Everyone around them burst into laughter.
But before their laughter faded, footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Jett's body visibly tensed.
He saw Ron.
The silver-haired Ron strode in purposefully, accompanied by several important officials from the Secretary of State Office, all looking grim.
Jett stood up, suddenly dry-mouthed. "Mr. Harvey."
Sable and the others hastily backed away, standing respectfully at attention as they greeted the newcomers.
Ron didn't even glance at them, walking directly to James.
"Mr. Williams, someone has been deliberately obstructing you?" he asked with deference.
Seeing Ron's respectful attitude toward James, Jett and Sable turned pale. They hadn't expected James to actually summon someone of importance—and not just anyone, but Sovereign City's premier house steward.
"Not at all," James replied casually, tapping the documents against his palm. "I'm just a bit slow-witted. Every name I've chosen for my company—'Great Grandma's Black Tea' and others—apparently duplicates existing registrations."
"Even 'Your Daddy,' 'Your Grandpa,' and 'Your Great-Grandfather' are supposedly taken."
"I called you because Jett claims to be connected to the Harvey family. Since names given by the Harvey family wouldn't duplicate others, I thought you might help me choose one that would be approved."
James tossed the documents to the Secretary officials. "I hope I'm not wasting your time."
"No waste at all! It's my honor to assist you, Mr. Williams," Ron quickly replied, then turned a cold gaze toward Jett. "Jett, explain yourself."
Jett's mouth twitched nervously. He deeply regretted his actions now—how could James possibly have connections to the Harvey family?
A middle-aged, heavyset man who appeared to be Jett's superior, Luca Reed, stepped forward. "Well? What's going on here?"
Jett's eyelid twitched as he forced out, "A misunderstanding, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Reed. The system had an error..."
Luca didn't waste words, delivering two sharp slaps across Jett's face. "Misunderstanding? This is also a misunderstanding."
"Jett, you should have notified me immediately about Mr. Williams' matter. If you couldn't handle it, I would have personally taken care of it."
"I had high hopes for you, but now I question your competence."
He bowed to James. "Mr. Williams, I sincerely apologize for my subordinate's rudeness. Please forgive us."
James smiled faintly. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reed."
Luca gave Jett a freezing look. "Apologize to Mr. Williams immediately."
"James—I mean, Mr. Williams—I'm so sorry, truly sorry," Jett stammered, wiping cold sweat from his forehead while bowing repeatedly.
"I was wrong. I promise to handle everything properly right away."
James responded indifferently, "Do it on your knees."
He realized that without his connections, he would have been mistreated by people like Jett, and could imagine the humiliation ordinary citizens must endure. He had no intention of showing mercy.
Jett no longer dared show any arrogance. He dropped to his knees with a thud and began processing the paperwork from the floor beside his desk.
Sable hurriedly assisted him, no longer daring to show the slightest contempt toward James.
The female employees who had been watching also lowered their heads and backed away, worried James might hold them accountable too.
"Christopher, since everyone's here, if you have any other business to handle, give it all to Jett," James said, seizing the opportunity. "Otherwise, the 'system' might have problems again soon."
Christopher nodded repeatedly. "Understood."
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An hour later, all the paperwork for "Grandma's Black Tea" was completed. After thanking Ron and the others, James left the Secretary of State Office with Christopher.
The two then visited the office space Christopher had leased—the entire twelfth floor with twenty rooms and three halls, facing south from the north.
The location offered views of not only the Garcia Group building but also Sovereign City's harbor—an excellent environment.
Christopher had initially planned for a company of around twenty people, but knowing the potential explosion in demand once Grandma's Black Tea launched, James had instructed him to find space for a hundred.
"Even though tea production hasn't started yet, you can begin recruiting and building the company structure," James said as they finished touring the office and headed downstairs. "I'll have people follow up on the other matters."
He was considering borrowing some staff from Sky Peak Club, as Christopher couldn't possibly handle everything alone.
Christopher nodded. "Understood."
Only James could inspire him to take such bold steps—anyone else suggesting building a company before seeing the actual tea product would have been dismissed as a fraud.
"This shop space looks promising," James suddenly stopped at the base of Golden Tower, examining a 5,000-square-foot commercial space.
It had previously been a restaurant but was now vacant and available for rent.
After surveying it and glancing back at the Garcia Group building across the street, James said, "This would make an excellent tea experience store—perfect for introducing people to Grandma's Black Tea and raising our profile."
He decided to lease the space for a tea shop that would showcase the benefits of their product while also rattling Beckett's nerves.
Christopher responded promptly, "I'll contact property management immediately."
Just then, James' phone rang. He answered to hear Mary's languid voice:
"James, where are you? Why aren't you home?"
She added, "I wanted to have lunch with you."
"Ms. Smith, It's rare for you to have free time," James replied with a smile. "Christopher and I have been handling some business at Golden Tower, but we're almost finished."
"Wait there. I'll come find you," Mary said casually. "I also want to discuss Abigail's condition."
James paused, puzzled. Wasn't Abigail recovering? What new injuries could she have?
"Emergency! Someone's going to jump!"
James had just ended the call when several pedestrians around them suddenly screamed and scattered, pointing frantically toward the top of the building.
There, a girl in blue sat on the edge of the railing, swinging her feet while wiping away tears.
James looked up, his expression changing dramatically. He turned and raced into the building.
Hestia!
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