Chapter 48: Suppressing the Entire Consortium Alone!

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Suppressing the Entire Consortium Alone!

"Why?"

Colin looked at Mara.

"He’s too calm."

"From the very beginning until now, he hasn’t moved at all. Do you really think he wouldn’t have anticipated that we might target him directly?"

Victoria’s expression changed.

Colin continued in a low voice.

"This doesn’t look like a weakness. It looks more like a trap."

A chill ran through the group.

That’s right.

Nathaniel was too calm.

When the Shadow Soldiers surrounded them, he remained calm.

When Gideon used his formation to trap the summons, Nathaniel remained calm.

Now that the four executives wanted to bypass the Shadow Soldiers and attack him directly, his expression hadn’t changed.

This kind of calmness couldn’t mean he was defenseless.

Who knew what other abilities he still had?

Who dared to take that risk?

If they attacked Nathaniel directly and triggered an even more terrifying counterattack, they might lose the last shred of dignity they had left.

As the four executives struggled against the twenty Shadow Soldiers, their hearts grew heavier.

Colin suddenly felt exhausted.

It wasn’t physical fatigue.

It was the feeling of watching all the hopes and confidence he had relied on slowly collapse.

He finally understood.

The outcome of today’s confrontation had been decided from the moment Nathaniel stepped into the hall.

They had thought they were controlling the battlefield.

But in reality, Nathaniel had controlled the entire situation from the beginning.

Bang!

A Shadow Soldier struck Colin with a powerful punch.

He was knocked backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Colin raised his hand.

"Stop!"

Victoria and the others were stunned.

The Shadow Soldiers didn’t stop on their own.

Nathaniel raised his hand slightly.

The twenty Shadow Soldiers stopped simultaneously and stood silently in the arena.

Colin panted heavily as he looked at Nathaniel.

His expression was extremely unpleasant.

But in the end, he lowered his head.

"Young Master Beaumont, we concede."

The entire hall suddenly fell silent.

Victoria’s pupils trembled.

Mara looked at the Shadow Soldiers surrounding them and eventually lowered her hands.

Gideon’s face was pale. He could only manage a bitter smile.

They all understood.

There was no point in continuing.

Even if they risked serious injuries, abandoned their dignity, and somehow managed to attack Nathaniel directly, what would they gain?

Everyone in the hall had witnessed the battle.

Four powerful professionals had joined forces, only to be pushed into such a miserable state by an eighteen-year-old who had awakened his class less than a week ago.

They couldn’t defeat his summons.

They couldn’t trap them with their formation.

And they had no idea how many other abilities Nathaniel still possessed.

Nathaniel was no longer an heir they could easily manipulate.

He was the new pillar of the Beaumont Trading Consortium.

If they continued resisting, even a victory would cost them the support and trust of everyone watching.

And they weren’t even certain they could win.

Victoria closed her eyes.

"I concede."

Gideon and Mara exchanged a glance before nodding.

Four powerful professionals.

All four had conceded.

The next second, the entire spectator hall erupted.

"They conceded!"

"All four of them surrendered!"

"Nathaniel won?!"

"He defeated the entire executive group by himself!"

"It’s not just that he defeated them. He forced four powerful professionals to admit defeat!"

"This is unbelievable! He’s only eighteen!"

"From today onward, who would dare treat Nathaniel Beaumont as an ordinary young heir?"

"After Nathan Beaumont and Eleanor Beaumont disappeared, everyone thought the consortium would collapse."

"But their son stood up and protected it!"

Caleb Rowan stood motionless.

He looked at Nathaniel in the arena, his eyes slowly turning red.

So it really was possible.

When hypocritical elders and greedy executives tried to take control of a family business, retreating wasn’t the only choice.

One could stand up.

One could fight back.

And one could force those people to surrender.

Daniel jumped to his feet, unable to contain his excitement.

"He won!"

"Uncle George! Nathaniel won!"

Uncle George looked at Nathaniel in the arena, his eyes growing warm.

He didn’t shout.

He simply straightened his back.

At that moment, the heavy burden that had pressed against his heart for days finally seemed to lift.

The master and madam were gone.

But the Beaumont family hadn’t fallen.

Their young master had held it together.

Edmund Sterling leaned back in his chair, no longer bothering to hide his smile.

"Good lad."

Adrian Cross also released a long breath.

"One person, suppressing the entire Beaumont Trading Consortium."

He looked toward Nathaniel.

"Westmere’s balance of power is about to change."

In the center of the arena, Nathaniel looked at the executives.

His voice wasn’t loud.

Yet it clearly rose above the noise of the spectator hall.

"From now on, I have the final say in the Beaumont Trading Consortium."

Colin lowered his head.

Victoria lowered her head.

The other executives remained silent.

Four powerful professionals had conceded.

The senior executives of the Beaumont Trading Consortium had no excuse left.

However, at that very moment, someone in the spectator stands suddenly stood up.

"Something’s wrong!"

The man held a communicator in his hand, his eyes fixed on its screen.

Someone beside him frowned.

"What happened?"

The man looked up at Nathaniel in the arena, his voice trembling.

"SSS-Rank!"

"The SSS-Rank first advancement professional from the Westmere Professional Center... it’s Nathaniel Beaumont!"

As soon as those words fell, the entire spectator hall went quiet.

Then...

BOOM!

An even more terrifying uproar erupted.

"What?!"

"Nathaniel is that SSS-Rank genius?"

"Are you sure?"

"Someone from the Professional Center leaked a photograph!"

"It’s only a side profile, but that’s definitely him!"

"Impossible! Didn’t he awaken his class only a few days ago?"

"Less than a week!"

"He reached Level 100 and completed his first class advancement in less than a week?"

"The important part isn’t just the advancement. It’s the SSS-Rank evaluation!"

"The first SSS-Rank first advancement in Westmere’s history!"

Everyone went wild.

If Nathaniel defeating four powerful professionals alone had already shocked the entire hall, this news shattered everyone’s understanding of what a young professional could achieve.

Less than a week after awakening.

Reached Level 100.

Completed his first class advancement.

Received an SSS-Rank evaluation.

Then arrived at the Beaumont Trading Consortium and forced four powerful professionals to concede.

Only now did everyone understand.

No wonder Nathaniel was so strong.

No wonder he had remained calm while facing four powerful opponents.

He wasn’t an ordinary genius.

He was a talent Westmere had never seen before.

The way the influential figures looked at Nathaniel changed completely.

Before, they had seen him as an impulsive but courageous young heir.

Now, they saw someone who might one day stand above the entire city.

Caleb stared blankly at Nathaniel, his throat dry.

"SSS-Rank..."

"So that person was you."

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

Both of their fathers had disappeared.

Both families were facing pressure from people trying to seize their businesses.

Caleb was still struggling to protect what remained of his family.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel had already forced everyone coveting his family’s assets to bow their heads.

Colin and the other executives looked as though they had been struck by lightning.

"SSS-Rank first advancement..."

Victoria’s face turned pale. Her lips trembled slightly.

Not long ago, they had been discussing the mysterious SSS-Rank professional in their conference hall.

They had said they must find that person at any cost.

They had planned to recruit him.

They had wanted to offer him shares, resources, and status.

They had even imagined that securing such a future powerhouse would guarantee the Beaumont Trading Consortium’s position for decades.

But now they knew.

That person was Nathaniel Beaumont.

The very heir they had wanted to manipulate.

The very young man they had just tried to defeat by joining forces.

A tremendous sense of absurdity struck the hearts of every executive.

They had spent the entire day trying to control the future of the Beaumont Trading Consortium.

Yet the future they had been desperately trying to recruit was standing right in front of them.

And he had just defeated them all.