Novels by jen1z

Everyone froze on the spot, listening to Jack Brooks count."One.""Two.""Three.""Four."When Jack Brooks took the fifth step, Frank Zane suddenly lurched forward.Pfft!He sprayed a mouthful of dark blood onto the rocks. His head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.Boom!It was as if a bomb had gone off in Tom Zane’s head. His mind went blank with panic. He scrambled to catch the old man, cradling him in his arms."Dad! Dad!"Tom Zane frantically began Pinching the Philtrum, shaking his father's body, trying to wake him up. But the old man didn't react. If anything, his condition worsened—his pupils began to dilate, staring unseeingly at the sky."This medicine..." Tom Zane stared at the thermos in horror."The Old Master suffers from Excess Lung Heat Syndrome," Jack's cold voice drifted back to them. "His energy is stagnant and blocked. To feed him something like Century-Old Wild Ginseng, which is a powerful Qi tonic, is like pouring oil on a fire. It

"Jack Brooks drove a Lamborghini down from Moonview Mountain?"Tina Cheney sneered, a look of pure incredulity on her face. "My Lady, you must have hallucinated from exhaustion after that trip to Alchemy Demon Island Prison!""A stinking ex-convict who can barely find a job... how could he possibly afford to drive a Lamborghini or live in a villa?""This is the most expensive real estate in Northriver. Even the cheapest villa here costs five hundred million dollars!""He can't even afford a single brick of this place, let alone live here!"Tina shook her head dramatically. "You just annulled the engagement, that's all! Is your guilt making you see Jack Brooks everywhere you look?"Winter Lacy listened and let out a self-deprecating laugh.She's right, she thought. How much money could Jack possibly have fresh out of prison?How could he afford a villa on Moonview Mountain? It must have been a trick of the light.The next day.Jack Brooks woke up early. He planned to visit his mother's

"Young Master Bailey, you... you bought a painting by Master Mason Wainright and gave it to Manager Lewis on my behalf?"Tia Sutton rushed to Perry Bailey's side, her face a mask of shock and awe."Hey! Tia, don't get so excited. We're good friends; this is something I should do!" Perry Bailey laughed warmly, but as his gaze drifted toward Jack Brooks, his eyes turned cold. "And who is this?""Just a toad who just got out of prison. Ignore him!" Diane Lee walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of stir-fried wood ear mushrooms, her voice dripping with sarcasm."Young Master Bailey, you are too kind. It's enough that you came to visit, but spending so much money to help Tia... you really have a heart!"She shot a dirty look at Jack. "Unlike some people. Haven't seen him in years, and when he finally shows up, he doesn't even bring a fart!"Jack Brooks ignored her barbed comments. He looked Perry Bailey up and down calmly."That painting was my gift to Uncle George," Jack said flatly

Seven days ago, Jack Brooks had been utterly bored out of his mind and decided to paint. He had burned through seven or eight sheets of paper without finding his flow. Frustrated, he had crumpled them all up and tossed them into the wastebasket. Among the rejected drafts was this very piece, * Cold Pines of the Abyss *. A prison guard must have fished it out while cleaning his cell, thinking it was a pity to throw away something that looked halfway decent, and then smuggled it out to sell. The thought made Jack chuckle involuntarily. "Oh! Jack is here! You look more and more like your mother every day!" George Sutton clapped a heavy hand on Jack's shoulder, smiling warmly and nodding in approval. From the side came a cold snort from a young woman, her face twisted in undisguised disdain and revulsion. She was dressed in an exquisitely tailored casual outfit. The round neckline revealed her delicate, well-defined collarbones. A short grey skirt paired with sheer stockings perfec

"Let me handle this," Winter Lacy said, her voice cool, detached, and commanding."Everyone, step back! My Lady can save her!"Tina Cheney, the sharp-tongued secretary, shoved Jack Brooks aside with surprising force. She glared at him with a mixture of disgust and superiority, her eyes practically screaming at him to stop defiling the scene with his presence.The crowd watched in astonishment as the dynamic shifted. The ragged young man was pushed to the periphery, and the elegant, icy beauty took center stage.Winter Lacy reached into her pocket and produced a small, elegant leather case. She unfurled it to reveal a row of gleaming Silver Needles, shimmering under the harsh fluorescent lights of the airport terminal. With practiced precision, she began to insert the needles into the elderly woman’s body.She targeted specific locations: the Guanyuan Point on the lower abdomen, the Juque Point near the solar plexus, and the Tiantu Point at the base of the throat, along with ten others

Winter Lacy’s expression darkened instantly. The flawless porcelain of her face was marred by a shadow of irritation, her earlier detachment cracking under the weight of his defiance. Deep down, in the recesses of her heart that she rarely acknowledged, she had felt a tiny, nagging prick of guilt for tearing up the marriage contract so publicly. It was a humiliation, she knew that. She had intended the business card—and the offer of menial employment—as a form of compensation, a charitable act to soothe her own conscience. She had expected gratitude, or at least a pathetic acceptance of his fate. She did not expect this. She did not expect a convict, a man with nothing to his name but the clothes on his back, to look at her with such utter disdain. "I tried to offer you a lifeline," she said, her voice dripping with disappointment. "But I see that you still haven't recognized the reality of your situation. How pathetic." She shook her head, her eyes cold. "I have said all I need t