"Mr. Davies... What are you..." one supplier said worriedly.

"I know your concerns. Don't worry. If Arthur really dares to touch you, I'll compensate you for your losses." Spencer knew that their biggest concern was always their own interests, so he made a promise.

"It's not a question of compensation. It's not easy to start a business. We've worked so hard to get to where we are today. Even if you give us a pension, we have to start all over again. What's going on?!" Someone complained immediately.

Spencer frowned and asked coldly, "What do you want me to do?"

The suppliers seemed to be waiting for Spencer to say this, and one of them said,

"Mr. Davies, you and Arthur may have a grudge, but you're cousins after all... If you go to him to discuss it, maybe he'll withdraw his lawyer's letter and not press charges against us..."

"You want me to..." Spencer's eyes glowed as he stared at the speaker. "Ask him?"

The speaker's eyes moved as he said, "It's not asking, just discussing it. After all, there are so many of us here. We've worked hard for half our lives. We can't let all our efforts go to waste."

"Are you not giving Mr. Davies a hard time, knowing that he has a grudge against Arthur?!" Samuel snapped.

"Mr. Robinson, that's a bit much," retorted one supplier. "So many of us listened to Mr. Davies' dispatch, taking a risk against Arthur. We have a family to raise, so don't we take more risks than Mr. Davies? It's not too difficult for you to talk it over with Arthur now, is it?"

"You!" Samuel was about to argue when Spencer raised his hand and made a gesture to silence him. Samuel reluctantly backed up behind him.

"I know. I will solve this. Please rest assured. Go home first." Spencer said gently.

"Mr. Davies, we don't trust you with that. Can you give us a precise answer?" someone said.

Spencer raised an eyebrow. When everyone thought he was going to refuse, they did not expect him to say. "I I'll try to make peace with him." Spencer said this, and everyone's facial expression instantly relaxed a lot. Their faces suddenly changed, and the acrimony turned into flattery.

"I told you that Mr. Davies would be looking at the big picture and wouldn't leave us behind."

"Exactly. Mr. Davies is a generous man, a man of his word, and he will see us through this."

For a moment, there was a wave of flattery. Samuel looked down on them, and Spencer smiled and said nothing. When they had said enough, he dismissed them.

When they left, Samuel approached Spencer and asked, "Mr. Davies, are you really going to... beg Arthur?"

"Of course not," Spencer's gentle expression changed, revealing the real malice in his eyes. "I was just dealing with them."

"What are you going to do about it?" Samuel asked worriedly.

"Relax," Spencer said with a sly smile. "I have my ways."

Two days later, the suppliers of the basic raw materials for the development project assembled at the Branch of Davonnis to see Arthur. In his office, they blamed Jacob, and asked Arthur to cut them some slack.

Looking at the shamed-looking group of suppliers, Arthur smiled and asked,

"You're saying this was a setup before Jacob Left?"

"That's right," one replied quickly. "We were deceived by Jacob, too. He said if we banded together to cut off the supplying, we'd be able to do business with him afterwards. Mr. Davies, we've lost our minds. Please let us off the hook, and we'll make sure we pay for all the damage!"

"So generous?" Arthur picked up a pen on the table and played with it, "Jacob was wanted before the project even started, and you're still so loyal to him. He's gone and you're still sticking to the original plan. What a promise!"

Hearing the sarcasm in Arthur's words, everyone felt uneasy. However, they still insisted that they had listened to Jacob's orders and begged for mercy. In the end, they actually knelt before Arthur. Arthur couldn't help but laugh. Who was this play for?

"Well," said Arthur, tired of such farce, "I'll withdraw the complaint, and you can go home."

"Ah?" The crowd looked up, with a confused expression.

"Of course, you will have to pay the compensation according to the terms of the contract," Arthur added.

"Thank you, Mr. Davies! You're a generous man!" Arthur finally relented, and everyone was so grateful that they almost worshipped him.

Arthur frowned. He didn't like this kind of flattery. Kyle quickly told everyone to leave first. Everyone said goodbye to Arthur and quickly left his office, and the interior was quiet again.

"Spencer is really willing to sacrifice his capital... but you're letting Spencer off so easily?" Kyle closed the door and couldn't help but sneer.

"He actually thought of a way to make them blame Jacob. Jacob is nowhere to be seen, and they can say everything with their mouths. I can't do anything to Spencer for the time being, so it's no fun for me to go after these little soldiers."

Arthur knew that Spencer had cleaned up his act in advance, and it would be hard for him to find any clues that he was working with the suppliers.

"How did Spencer get so many people to change their minds? Two days ago they were making a scene at Cloudwork." Kyle couldn't figure it out.

"First, with money, and second, with repression." Arthur raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you see that a few of those people just now had wounds on their faces? They must have been badly tortured." Those who wanted more had an eye to the main chance. In order to make them change their attitude, it was estimated that only life can change them.

"He really did it!" Kyle said sullenly. The mall was the battle of the mind. Using violence to intimidate people was a shame!Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"What can't Spencer do?" Arthur said coldly. He got up and turned to look out the window. He looked at the city, which was radiating infinite vitality under the sun. He was worried, "Right now, all I'm worried about is Lucia..."

"Don't worry. I've made all the arrangements. Besides, Otis's comrades will protect Miss Webb. Nothing will happen to her," Kyle comforted him immediately.

"I know, but she's out of my sight, and I can't get over it," Arthur whispered, lowering his eyes.