The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 1390 - Recruitment Failed

Rayson’s face shifted dramatically, his eyes fixed on Bradley with palpable nervousness.

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This was precisely the outcome he dreaded most!

Rayson understood perfectly that all he could offer Bradley amounted to the Williams family’s assets, valued at over 30 billion dollars.

Moreover, the assets under Lucas’s control were no less impressive than those of the Williams. On top of that, he possessed unmatched martial arts prowess. Given his remarkable ability to amass such wealth in his twenties, and with him not yet turning thirty this year, leaving him ample time and potential ahead, he far surpassed Rayson!

If Rayson were in Bradley’s shoes making the decision, he would undoubtedly pick Lucas over himself, a man already in his sixties!

Trading his life for Lucas’s allegiance would be an incredibly smart move for Bradley!

The deeper he pondered, the more terrified he grew. Beads of sweat poured down his forehead as he exclaimed impulsively, “No! That’s absolutely impossible!”

Noticing Bradley’s displeased glance, Rayson quickly added, “Mr. Hills, Lucas Gray is obviously trying to drive a wedge between us. He’s scheming to have you eliminate me!

“You might not know him well, but I do. He’s incredibly arrogant and refuses to bow to anyone. Plus, he aims to become the King of DC. There’s no way he’d submit to you voluntarily. His earlier words were just meant to incite you into ditching me!

“Mr. Hills, I’ve handed over every bit of the Williams’ assets to you. My loyalty to you is genuine. Please don’t fall for Lucas Gray’s tricks!”

Rayson’s heart raced with anxiety, terrified that Bradley might actually follow Lucas’s suggestion and end his life.

Bradley dismissed Rayson’s pleas with arrogance, declaring, “Even if he is sowing discord, do you think I, Bradley Hills, am a fool?”

Hearing this, Rayson let out a long breath of relief. It appeared Bradley had no intention of heeding Lucas’s provocation.

Yet his relief was short-lived. Moments later, Bradley went on, “Lucas Gray, I genuinely see you as a rare talent and wish to bring you under my wing. Should you agree to serve me loyally, not only would I hand over Rayson Williams’s life to you, but I’d also grant you the entire Williams family if you desire. Consider it an advance on your rewards.”

“What?!” Rayson’s complexion drained to a ghostly white as he stared at Bradley in utter shock.

What… what had he just heard? To secure Lucas’s allegiance, Bradley was willing to have him killed and even let Lucas take control of the whole Williams family as a bonus.

Then… then why had he surrendered all the Williams’ holdings to Bradley in the first place to gain his favor?

Even Lucas couldn’t hide his surprise, his eyebrows arching upward.

Though he knew Bradley was ruthless and viewed Rayson as mere vermin, he hadn’t anticipated such blatant disregard. Bradley was openly stating this right in front of Rayson.

What’s more, the Williams stood among DC’s eight premier families, their decades of amassed wealth hitting a staggering, terrifying sum—at least 30 billion dollars.

Despite being the top third-generation scion of the Hills, could Bradley truly claim ownership and command over such vast resources?

And yet, to lure Lucas into submission, he was dangling these lavish conditions?

Not every royal family heir possessed the boldness to wager tens of billions in assets on recruiting talent. Take Jensen and his son from the Hamiltons, whom Lucas had crossed before—they’d agonize over parting with just two billion. Matching Bradley’s extravagance was beyond them.

In that instant, Lucas felt a twinge of pity for Rayson.

Rayson had pledged himself to Bradley, believing he’d secured a mighty patron. He’d been utterly hostile toward Lucas, eager to unleash the Hills’ power to crush him. But he likely never dreamed how worthless he was in Bradley’s eyes!

The bond between Rayson and Bradley proved even flimsier than Lucas had supposed. Sowing discord was unnecessary now.

For in Bradley’s view, Rayson was merely a disposable hound of temporary value. Spotting someone more capable, he’d cast Rayson aside without a second thought.

“Mr. Hills, your sincerity is clear to me. Regrettably, I prefer charting my own course. Submission to others isn’t in my plans.” With a calm smile, Lucas turned down Bradley’s offer, instantly souring his mood.

Ignoring Bradley’s darkened face, Lucas pressed on, “Whatever agreement binds the Williams to you is your business, but they must pay me the six billion dollars they owe!”

“Moreover, Mr. Williams, you vowed to hand me the money before eight tonight. You've deliberately held it back until now, and it's already an hour overdue, so interest applies. Just double it plain and simple. Now, it's time to pay me twelve billion dollars!”

Words from Lucas, demonic in nature, turned Rayson’s face dark and overcast.

Rayson had figured his life was done for at first, yet Lucas rejected Bradley’s invitation outright. Rather than that, he kept pressing for 6 billion dollars… Wait, no—it was now doubled to 12 billion dollars as payback!

In that instant, Rayson’s facial expression shifted like a painter’s palette. It grew incredibly twisted and hideous, his feelings beyond words. He showed a weird half-grin mixed with near-tears, appearing utterly bizarre.

Bradley’s smile vanished completely while he glared at Lucas with venom. “Brat, are you messing with me on purpose? You should realize offending me leads straight to your doom!”

He fixed a icy stare right into Lucas’s eyes. “Here’s your final shot. Bow to me this instant, and I’ll let you live. Last chance. Refuse, and you die right here today!”

Lucas paid no attention to Bradley, not even glancing his way or heeding the threat. Turning to Rayson instead, he declared, “Rayson Williams, transfer the twelve billion to me right away, and I’ll go. If not, tack on six billion more in interest for each minute you stall. Weigh it well. Your family’s fortune can hold out just a few minutes!

“Then, I doubt you’ll have anything left to pawn off.”

Cold sweat soaked Rayson completely. Words failed him, so he turned pleading eyes to Bradley. “Mr… Mr. Hills, the Williams family assets are all yours now. With Lucas Gray pushing me like this, he’s… he’s after your stuff! What’s our move?”

Bradley cast a frosty gaze at Lucas. At this point, he understood Lucas wasn’t the type to bend easily.

Murderous intent boiled in his eyes. “Brat, you spurn the smart choice and dare disregard me—don’t hold it against me! Merkin, shatter his arms and legs!”

Bradley’s order sent Merkin, positioned right in front of him, charging ahead. He shot toward Lucas like an arrow released from its string. From the very start of his assault, it was a fatal blow straight for the throat!