Emma excitedly shared the good news with her grandmother. She beamed as she showed off the paper bag she had received from Redwave Group.Jack watched Emma’s radiant face as she took the contents out of the bag.“Grandma, it still feels too hard to believe. I—I’ve never experienced an interview this easy and fast before. I was accepted right away! And look, they even gave me these clothes.”“Redwave Group is a giant corporation, after all. Before going to the interview, I searched for a lot of information about their recruitment process online.”“From the reviews and comments I read, ninety-five percent of people said how incredibly difficult it is to pass the employee selection at Redwave Group. Many of them had to try several times before getting in. And quite a few failed repeatedly and eventually looked for work elsewhere.”“Oh my God, this is amazing. Look! These uniforms are so nice and high-quality. I feel like jumping up and down because I’m so happy!” Emma exclaimed as she he

“Don’t worry. I’ll pick you up right now. Are you still at The Foot Looker?”Emma’s breathing tightened as she saw the concern on Jack’s face.'That woman must be important to him,' Emma thought silently.“All right. Don’t go anywhere until I get there. And don’t tell anyone where you are. Stay put. I’ll be there soon.”Jack ended the call, his jaw clenched, his breathing heavy.Emma couldn’t hold back her anxiety any longer.“What happened?” she asked.Jack held Emma by both arms. “Miss Kills needs my help. I’m going to pick her up at the shop.”Without hesitation, Emma blurted out, “I’m coming with you!”Jack glanced toward his scooter. Before he could respond, Emma spoke again.“We can take a taxi and pick her up together. Leave your scooter here.”Emma looked at him hopefully, her brows nearly knitted together.Emma realized she might be selfish. But aside from worrying about Laura’s safety, she was genuinely uneasy about Jack’s closeness to her.Even though watching the way Jack

Jack had already heard fragments of Laura’s story about Marco Ring.The man was sixty years old, obese, bald, with a thick mustache, his temperament savage, no different from a beast.Marco Ring had deviant sexual tendencies. He suffered from sexual sadism disorder, deriving pleasure directly from the suffering of his victims.The more Laura suffered, the more delighted he became, savoring his twisted games.As Jack stepped into the brothel, his hands clenched tightly, as if ready to strike Marco Ring’s face at any moment.The place was crowded, as lively as ever. Jack and Laura moved through it quickly.Earlier, the guards at the main entrance had informed them that Ava Cobra was currently trying to appease and entertain Marco Ring in the VIP room.Jack ground his teeth as he passed the display windows, rows of women dressed to allure, each accompanied by a price tag. His chest burned with anger. To him, it was profoundly unjust and utterly inhumane.How could women, who should have

Marco’s eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, not only from the tightening grip around his throat, but also from Ava’s words.Did this damned woman want her dead now?!Marco struggled desperately to pry Jack’s hand away from his neck. But he was nothing more than an old man, lacking any real strength. His face had turned deathly pale.“Mr. Hall… please don’t dirty your hands,” Laura pleaded. She didn’t want Jack dragged into deeper trouble because of her.Marco Ring, nearly losing consciousness from lack of air, collapsed limply onto the floor after Jack released his grip. He gasped wildly, trying to gulp back all the oxygen he had been deprived of.Jack guided Laura to a chair and told her to sit. He then ordered the other prostitutes out of the VIP room, not wanting them to witness the chaos that was clearly about to escalate.When Greg and Rapth momentarily let their guard down, Marco’s two bodyguards broke free and fought back.The guards from the two side

Jack cast a brief glance at Laura before turning his gaze back to Marco. The look in his eyes held such immense fury that the whites were stained red.“You treated Miss Kills like an inanimate object,” he said through clenched teeth. “You took pleasure in her pain. You built your enjoyment from her screams, from her trauma.”Jack’s jaw hardened.“Someone like you doesn’t deserve a quick ending.”Marco shook his head weakly. “I–I… I can pay. Whatever you want…”Jack ignored him.He pulled his phone from his pocket. His movements were calm, far too calm for a situation this brutal. Jack dialed a number he had been calling frequently lately.“Hello, Mr. Hall. Is there something you need?” Jack’s secretary, Rafael Lewis, asked respectfully.“I need a specialized surgeon,” Jack said, concise and firm. “The best one. Have him brought to Paradise Roadway within ten minutes.”He paused, listening to the response on the other end.“Yes. An emergency case,” he concluded. “Make sure he comes.”T