Novels by adarighofuamena49

Jasper’s drive back to Okaridge was quiet. The city sprawled beneath the late afternoon sun, streets busy with the usual rhythm of cars, people, and business. From the back of his car, he watched the motion of the city like a careful observer, noting which parts thrived and which parts still clung to old habits. There was no hurry in him. There never was. Timing, Jasper had always believed, was as crucial as action. Acting too soon often led to mistakes, acting too late meant losing control. He did neither.The hum of the car engine filled the silence, steady and calm. Outside, the city glimmered under the fading light, glass towers catching the sun’s final rays, reflecting them in brief bursts across the streets below. Jasper’s hands rested lightly on his lap. Thoughts moved quietly, deliberately, cataloging the successes of the day and the plans yet to be executed. Ashford was secure now, at least for the moment. The foothold he had established was strong, and the people he trusted

The car was quiet as it rolled away from the Palmer family estate. The gates slid shut behind them without ceremony, iron meeting iron with a dull, final sound. Jasper leaned back against the seat, one arm resting loosely by his side, his gaze fixed ahead. The city stretched out before them, steady and indifferent, as if nothing significant had just happened.Inside his mind, however, the System had already spoken.[System Notification]Reward Issued: 100,000,000,000+Status Update: You are now a recognized power in Ashford.Achievement Confirmed: Successful retaliation against former adversaries.The words appeared clearly, without delay or flourish. Direct. Clinical. Final.Jasper’s lips curved slightly.Not wide. Not arrogant. Just enough to acknowledge the confirmation.“So it’s done,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.Sophia, seated across from him, noticed the shift immediately. She didn’t ask about the System. She never did. She had learned long ago that some thing

Jasper did not linger after leaving the Brown family house.There was nothing left there that required his presence. The gates closed behind the convoy, iron sliding back into place as though nothing unusual had happened inside. The street outside looked the same as it always did. Clean. Quiet. Unaware.Jasper sat in the back seat, eyes forward, hands resting loosely on his thighs. Sophia and Jasmine were silent beside him. Tiger occupied the seat opposite, his posture relaxed but alert. The men followed behind in two vehicles, spacing precise, movements practiced.No one spoke.They didn’t need to.Ashford slipped by through the windows. Familiar roads. Familiar buildings. A city that had just shifted without realizing it yet.“Straight to the company,” Jasper said at last.The driver nodded. “Yes, sir.”The car adjusted course smoothly.Jasmine glanced at Jasper, hesitated, then looked away again. Her hands were folded tightly in her lap. Sophia noticed, but said nothing. She had le

The head of the Brown family sat in the back of the police van, the cuffs tight around his wrists, his expression unreadable at first. Then the laugh came. Bitter, hollow, without humor. It echoed faintly in the small, enclosed space.“I should have taught him better,” he muttered, voice rough. “If I had… if I had taught him better, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. All this… mess.”Jasper watched him from the distance of the villa, where he had remained while officers secured the scene. He didn’t respond immediately. There was no need for haste. Words carried weight only when measured, and the old man’s bitterness spoke volumes already.Jasper finally allowed a small smile to touch his lips. It wasn’t a smile of victory or cruelty. It was quiet, knowing, controlled. “My crimes are far worse,” he said, voice calm but deliberate. “Far worse than anything you can imagine. And yet… here you sit, watching it all collapse around you. Do you feel irony, or just fear?”The old man’s eyes

The police arrived quietly. Lights flashed from patrol cars outside, reflecting faintly on the polished floors of the Brown family villa. Officers moved in systematically, speaking in low tones, coordinating their positions. Jasper watched from the doorway, his stance relaxed but deliberate. He didn’t need to rush. The law was already acting as his instrument.Inside, the Brown family members froze. Some tried to hide expressions behind forced composure. Others looked around frantically, realizing there was nowhere to run. Their pride had been built on wealth and influence, but that influence didn’t reach the law, not here, not now.“Everyone,” an officer called, voice firm. “You are under arrest for kidnapping and related charges. Cooperate, and this will go smoothly.”The room was tense. The old man of the Brown family, the patriarch, did not flinch. He remained seated, back straight, hands resting lightly on the arms of his chair. There was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of hi

The moment the call ended, the head of the Brown family froze. The room seemed to shrink around him, shadows stretching longer in the dim light. His hands twitched, unsure where to rest them, and his eyes darted briefly to Tiger, who stood perfectly still, expression unreadable.Jasper’s lips curved into a faint, controlled smile. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to. Commanding presence wasn’t about steps; it was about intent. He let the silence press against the room, heavy and sharp, until the old man’s breathing betrayed his uncertainty.“Are you willing,” Jasper asked, voice calm, deliberate, “to let me treat your son again?”The Brown patriarch snorted, a sound that tried to mask fear but failed entirely. “Treat him? I have countermeasures,” he said, eyes narrowing. His hand grazed the edge of the table, gripping it tightly. “And you—” He paused, glancing toward Tiger. “You think you know what you’re dealing with.”The old man leaned slightly forward, voice low and sharp. “I