Ruler Of Beast Multiverse

Chapter 114: Aunt Sweety

Wesley’s words once again completely infuriated Clark, causing the spiritual energy within his body to surge.

"No way, this young master from the Danver Family actually dares to make a move in the Beast Master Market!"

The people surrounding them immediately moved away from Clark; the market management would arrive soon, and they wanted nothing to do with this.

"Look at this, this is the Danver Family for you, getting angry from shame. Do you really think this market is owned by your Danver Family!" Wesley also stood up, staring straight at Clark without the slightest fear.

"Still just a One-Tier Beast Tamer, what a piece of trash!" Sensing Clark’s cultivation level, Wesley gave a disdainful smile in his heart.

One had to know that Clark had awakened earlier than him, Wesley, and had been cultivating for over a year longer.

Yet his current cultivation level was still inferior to Wesley’s; if that didn’t make him trash, what did?

If he spent less time carousing every day and more time cultivating, he wouldn’t be in this state.

William and his companion were hidden in the surrounding crowd, already prepared to act at any moment.

As long as Clark and his three men dared to attack Wesley, the two of them would strike with thunderous force without hesitation to suppress the trio.

As for whether the Beast Master Market management would step in, that was not something the two of them needed to consider.

"Young Master, you mustn’t!" Seeing the situation, the two bodyguards behind Clark immediately stopped him from exploding.

And whispered something into Clark’s ear.

Wesley secretly hoped that Clark would attack him; if that happened, Clark would definitely be held accountable by the market’s person in charge.

The people behind the market were the official authorities of Aquilopolis City; how could they tolerate the Danver Family acting recklessly here?

No matter how powerful a family was, they couldn’t go against official departments. If the Eagle Federation really wanted to deal with a family, they could wipe them out in minutes.

Just then, two market management personnel walked over.

"Make way, what happened?"

"Don’t you know that fighting between Beast Masters is prohibited in the market!"

The surrounding crowd parted to clear a path, allowing the two market management personnel to walk up to Wesley’s stall.

The two market management personnel, one fat and one thin, looked at the two opposing parties with unceremonious gazes.

"Two managers, I paid a fee to set up my stall in your market. Now someone wants to attack me; shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"

Wesley looked at the fat and thin men and spoke first, pointing at Clark.

"Calm down, no one dares to cause trouble in the market!" The chubby manager glanced at Wesley, then looked at Clark and his group and asked.

"Is what he said correct? Is that the case?"

Clark had calmed down by now; he had been so infuriated by Wesley earlier that he couldn’t help but prepare to attack.

"Haha, it’s a misunderstanding! I am Clark of the Danver Family. We were just arguing with the stall owner over the price; I had no intention of making a move."

Wesley wouldn’t let Clark off so easily. Before Clark could say anything else, he immediately asked, "A misunderstanding? You clearly don’t have the money, so why did you make an offer? You’re affecting my business, isn’t that deliberately causing trouble?"

"Who says I don’t have money? With your attitude, I don’t even want to buy your blue silver stone anymore!" Clark was clearly lacking confidence.

"Heh, if you don’t have the money, then just leave. You’re really embarrassing your Danver Family!" Wesley sneered sarcastically.

"Alright, stop arguing! Transactions are voluntary. You can trade barbs, but don’t lay a hand on anyone, otherwise, you will be blacklisted by the market!"

The tall, thin manager waved his hand, took another look at the blue silver stone on Wesley’s stall, and then called the fat one to leave.

Since no conflict had broken out, there was no need for the two to stay. As for the disputes between stall owners and customers, they happen too often every day.

As long as no one made a move, they couldn’t be bothered to manage it!

"Hmph, you just wait for me. You’d better stay in this market forever!"

Clark snorted coldly and left with his two bodyguards.

"Idiot!" Wesley didn’t care at all about Clark’s verbal threat and continued to speak to the people around him.

"Everyone, I believe you all know the value of the blue silver stone. Whoever wants it, make your offer quickly."

Not long after, all five of Wesley’s blue silver stones were sold, earning him a handsome income.

Just as Wesley was about to pack up his stall and leave, he saw the two managers, the fat one and the thin one, walk up to him with smiles on their faces.

"Haha, s

tall owner, please come with us. Our market manager would like to see you!"

"See me?" Wesley was a bit surprised, but after a moment of thought, he understood.

It must be that his selling of blue silver stones in the market had caught the attention of the person in charge, and inviting him over was surely related to the blue silver stones.

"Yes!" The fat manager nodded.

"Alright, lead the way then!" Wesley packed up his things and followed behind the two of them.

A few minutes later, Wesley was brought to an office inside the market.

Walking into the office, at first glance, the whole room was furnished in an exceptionally grand style. Every corner was very clean, giving people a sense of peace.

"Please, have a seat and drink some tea. Our manager will be here shortly."

The fat and thin men were very enthusiastic in hosting Wesley.

"No need, I’ll do it myself!"

Seeing that the two wanted to personally serve him tea and water, Wesley immediately spoke up to stop them.

"Alright, we’ll head out first. Call us if you need anything."

"Mm-hm!" Wesley nodded slightly.

As soon as the fat and thin men walked out of the office, they started chatting in low voices.

"Buddy, who do you think this person is to be personally invited by the manager!"

"I don’t know, but this person dared to challenge the Danver Family and showed no fear. His background must be quite significant."

More than ten minutes passed, and Wesley was getting a bit impatient.

"What’s the meaning of this? You invite me over, only to leave me hanging here."

Although he was displeased, Wesley waited for a few more minutes.

"Clack, clack, clack!"

Shortly after, Wesley heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor outside the office.

"She’s here. The manager of this market is a woman?"

Just as Wesley was wondering this in his heart, the office door was pushed open.

The first thing he saw was a pair of long legs in black silk stockings, along with red high heels on her feet.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was handling some matters just now."

A woman’s voice followed immediately.

Wesley looked up. The woman who entered had wavy curled hair, a stunning appearance, and fair skin.

"It’s fine. May I ask why the manager has summoned me?"

Stunned as he was, Wesley regained his composure and looked at the woman, getting straight to the point.

"Tsk tsk! Hahahaha!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing Wesley’s words, the woman burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to say that Young Master Wesley doesn’t need to pretend anymore; you can take off the mask on your face."

Upon hearing this, Wesley was completely unsettled.

The woman in front of him actually knew his identity, this was impossible!

When did his identity get exposed?

But looking at the woman’s certain expression, it was clear she had recognized him.

"How did you know my identity?"

Since she already knew his identity, Wesley stopped pretending and took off the mask on his face.

"Not bad. You are even a few degrees more handsome than your father, Bruce, was when he was young."

The woman looked at Wesley with great interest for a while before saying, "My name is Sweety, and I am the supervisor of this Beast Master Market!"

"Supervisor Sweety, do you know my father?" Wesley looked surprised. He couldn’t tell the actual age of the woman in front of him at all; it was clear she was very well- maintained.

"What ’Supervisor Sweety’? Call me Aunt Sweety. I don’t just know your father; I also know your mother, Selena."

Sweety said with a smile, then sat down opposite Wesley.

"Aunt Sweety?"

Wesley was stunned. Where did an Aunt Sweety suddenly pop out from? He had never heard anyone say he had an aunt, and this was his first time meeting Sweety.

"Come to think of it, your mother and I were best friends who told each other everything when we were young. In the blink of an eye, over a decade has passed, and their son has already grown this big."

"Back then, Selena being able to get together with your father made countless women envious."

As Sweety said this, a look of reminiscence appeared on her face.

"Best friends? Could it be that they were actually love rivals!"

A gossipy thought suddenly popped into Wesley’s mind, though he certainly wouldn’t ask it out loud.

"Aunt Sweety, you are so beautiful and elegant; there must have been many people pursuing you back then. Whoever could marry Aunt Sweety would be enjoying a blessing cultivated over eight lifetimes."

Regardless of why Sweety had called him over, since she was being so affectionate, Wesley naturally climbed up the pole and started buttering her up.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wesley’s compliments, the smile on Sweety’s face grew even wider.