Jerry D. Williams, the chairman of AP Morgan Group, was on a broad expanse of land, and his car was heading deep into the estate. Jerry hurried as soon as he got out of the car. An old man was waiting for him, and his voice and eyes were weak and lonely. Every time Jerry faced the old man who was sitting dangerously in a wheelchair like a corpse, he felt like he was looking at a ghost. The old man said he was disappointed, then disappeared with the medical staff. After that, Noah, the old manâs successor appeared.
âNoah⌠Iâm ashamed.â
Jerry looked dejected because he had just been rebuked by the old man.
âThe closing price of Googolâs tenth round has exceeded five hundred dollars. How do you feel about them breaking Wall Street traditions?â Noah asked sarcastically.
âExcluding the Jonathan Group doesnât help with anything. We should admit that they are leading the market.â
Jerry felt like he had to say that. The Jonathan Groupâs message to Wall Street through Googolâs IPO was clear.
Look. We are confident that we will win against the entire Wall Street at any time. Therefore, you should be prepared if you want to challenge us!
It was an arrogant warning, but they had the right to say such a thing.
âWe have reached a point where we cannot control the market without the Jonathan Groupâs cooperation. Itâs too late to start an argument regarding Na Seon-Huâs ethnicity. Look at the situation. Why do you think heâs attacking Wall Street by putting Googol forward? Iâm not talking about the IPOâs success or failure. Iâm talking about our order.â
If they had ignored Na Seon-Huâs ethnicity and had embraced the Jonathan Group earlier, things wouldnât have come this far. The more Jerry thought about it, the angrier he became. The situation was disgraceful, but the Jonathan Groupâs message that blocked any possible revenge irritated him even more.
âHow was the Bilderberg Club this year?â
This question came out of the blue. Jerry couldnât understand Noahâs intention as Noah knew about the conference already.
Jerry answered, âIt was the worst ever. The British and European members were busy attacking us. Then, they caused internal strife among themselves, and an unsavory incident occurred.â
Jerry recalled Cassandra, who was gone now. He remembered the sight of her running riot and the disastrous scene he saw in the Rothschildâs room. On top of that, these unpleasant matters happened in the greatest and most secretive place in the world⌠He still couldnât believe it.
Then, Noah interrupted his thoughts, âAs expected, you didnât hear about it yet. You should work a little harder as you are not trustworthy to the members.â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked.
Noah dropped a bombshell. âThe Rothschild family is claiming that Na Seon-Hu was the one who masterminded the internal conflict behind the scene.â
âNa Seon-Hu?â
âDo you know that he is eighteen years old this year?â
âYes, Iâm aware of it.â
The Jonathan Group arose six years ago during the Asian financial crisis. In other words, Na Seon-Hu had entered capitalism at the age of twelve. It was as unbelievable as Cassandraâs rampage at the Bilderberg Club.
Jerry grumbled, âI donât think Na Seon-Hu is a real person. I know⌠that an eighteen-year-old boy named Na Seon-Hu exists in Korea⌠But thatâs a disguise. Thatâs what Iâve been saying lately. It would be unbearable for him if we put him at the Bilderberg Club.â
âThere was an attempt a few years ago. But, we tried taking him out of the world, not into the Bilderberg Club.â
âYes, but I heard Jonathan Group was also aggressive back then as they always are.â
âYes. Ed was certain that Na Seon-Hu wasnât a disguise.â
Ed was the name of the Secretary of the U.S. Treasury.
âIâve never heard of that. If Na Seon-Hu isnât a cover-up, then a twelve-year-old boy established the Jonathan Group six years ago⌠But that is even more ridiculous.â
âLetâs say that he is a genius. Anyway.â
That was the only possibility that Noah could come up with.
âThereâs evidence that Na Seon-Hu started the internal conflict. Itâs not a hunch.â
Jerry listened attentively.
âThe chairman, Colton, is moving Goldsteinâs core businesses to other corporations. Have you heard of the Jeon-il Group?â Noah asked.
Jerry frowned slightly. âThe Jeon-il Group⌠Itâs the same Korean-American fund as âNa Seon-Hu.â Was it that one?â
âWhile there was an internal fight among European members, an incident called âJeon-il Gateâ broke out in Korea, where people doubted the origins of the firm. I did my own research, so take a look at this.â
Noah handed the file to Jerry, and Jerry took a long time reading through it.
âThey perfectly concealed it,â Jerry said.
Then, he compared Na Seon-Huâs past immigration records and the Jonathan Groupâs growth. They matched.
âNa Jeon-ilâs son, Na Seon-Hu⌠But we canât do anything with this record. They had put so much effort into hiding the fund. Oh, gosh. All I can say is⌠Wow⌠I canât believe this is the work of a twelve-year-old boy.â
âThe important thing is that the Jonathan Group is run by Na Seon-Hu. Heâs the commander, Jerry.â
Jerry protested, âBut, whatâs the difference? Even before the Jonathan Group had grown this much, they had been aggressive towards the White House. When someone hits them, they get upset and jump in. If we ignore the message they sent during the IPOâŚâ
He slowly shook his head and continued, âThe Goldsteins have collapsed. These are the Goldsteins! The other families wonât cooperate, and I can guarantee that, Noah. This time, Wall Street could go down. You probably donât want to admit it, but you should. I rushed to come here to stop you.â
Jerry had poured out so many words at once but he still felt heavy with anxiety as Noah didnât react much.
âWhat do you mean Wall Street would go down? Why did you become so weak? Also, if Wall Street gets ruined, the Jonathan Group collapses too. Things are different now from when they were losing their temper at the White House. They canât start a war here,â Noah said calmly.
âSo⌠youâre going to do it?â
âNo. As I said, things have changed. There was also a message, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âBut we canât let Na Seon-Hu run wild anymore. If we hold him even for a few years, we can create incidents that Jonathan canât handle by himself. Again, the commander of Jonathan Investment and Finance Group is Na Seon-Hu.â
The word that popped up in Jerryâs mind was âkidnapping.â However, the world was currently quite noisy because Cassandra had disappeared, so something like this shouldnât happen so soon again. At least, that was Jerryâs conclusion. When Jerry was about to oppose the idea of kidnappingâŚ
âOf course, it would be better if he disappears forever.â
âNoah!â
Jerryâs clenched fist trembled suddenly as he felt miserable. The situation was worse than he had expected, and he couldnât believe he was working under a person who commanded him to blatantly break laws, such as murdering someone.
He had suffered from a huge loss in the Asian financial crisis and the Russian financial war. Last year, he was even kicked out of the OIl Cartel Group, and he was barely managing to keep his group in the mortgage market.
But!
He now understood Cassandraâs madness.
ââŚYou canât do this to me. Iâve devoted myself to the elder,â Jerryâs voice shook as he replied.
Noah said mercilessly, âHow did we end up like this? Iâm sorry that we have to come this far, but that Asian guy should disappear. You should also agree that he has grown too big.â
âDoes the elder know about this?â Jerry asked, but there was no reply.
âOh, GoshâŚâ
Jerry lost strength in his legs. He couldnât believe the worldâs most influential family was trying to resolve the problem by murdering the guy. Moreover, it was the old manâs direct order.
âThe Asian guy is in New York now. What are you going to do?â
ââŚEven though we will kill him⌠That means we are admitting our defeat. The older generation like the elder and I have lost, but Noah, you should win in the end.â
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âThe sudden resignation of AP Morgan Groupâs chairman and chief executive, Jerry D. Williams, is expected to cause major turbulence in the financial industry. Regarding his resignation, Former CEO Jerry D. Williams has stated âI respect the boardâs decision. I had a disagreement with the board over management strategy,â and officially announced that he had been fired.â
A loser had broken away from the battlefield.
âJerry is leaving like this?â
The call girl alternately looked between me and the television. As if she was trying to show off her slender legs, she was pacing around me. She was a premium call girl that I had brought to the self-congratulatory party between the two Googol founders, Jonathan and myself.
The Hispanic call girl acted cutely and remarked as if she felt sympathy, âBy the way, it must have been tough for an Asian to succeed in Wall Street.â
âHow did you succeed?â I questioned.
âWell, my beauty is the top in this field. Your body must have helped you to succeed,â she replied with a smile.
âAnd?â
âI studied a lot. I think I studied as much as you did, but Iâve never heard about you. Why havenât I seen you before?â
âYou must know a lot about Wall Street.â
âThey are excellent customers. Meeting nice customers is always fun. Todayâs party was awesome. Congratulations, Mr. Billionaire.â
Then, she blew hot breath into my ears as if she was trying to seduce me.
She whispered, âI also invested in Googol. Youâre going to take good care of your investor, right?â
Since Googolâs listing had proceeded in the auction format, which was very different from the traditional method, it meant that she had to be an active market participant to take part in it. It was true that she had studied a lot, but tonight wasnât the night to count numbers.
âThatâs going to be hard because Iâve suppressed some things for too long,â I answered.
âYouâre lying! You donât seem like that kind of person with this solid body.â
âYou will see.â
âAaah!â
The call girl widened her eyes as I lifted her in an instant, then laughed her head off on the bed. She was an attractive woman with rich brown colored skin that reminded me of a bronze box. She knew how to use her beauty and had studied hard to survive on Wall Street. It wasnât a coincidence that she had become the top call girl who earned thousands of dollars a night.
She took off her jacket with a big smile.
âWhy?â she asked as I stood up from the bed.
âI need more whisky,â I gave her a flippant answer, but it was actually because I had heard the footsteps of several men. I stood behind the door in a robe and waited for them. The room was quite spacious, like the size of a mansion, so the call girl didnât know where and what I was doing.
Who are they?
I didnât remember calling Mickâs subordinates. They stopped right in front of my door, and they were three guys who had been trained intensely. They were interrupting my precious one-night departure without my permission.