Jack stood there, completely unfazed, his posture relaxed, as if Tarvol’s presence was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.Tarvol smirked, his confidence radiating like an untouchable prince of power.“You seem sure of yourself, Jack. But let me tell you something—I don’t make empty promises.” He gestured to Rawon.“When I say I can dig up your entire past, I mean it. I’ll have your birth records, your military number, every secret you think you’ve buried—all within 24 hours.”Jack let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.“Oh? That so?” His tone was bored, as if Tarvol was no more interesting than a street magician performing cheap tricks.Tarvol’s smirk widened. “You don’t believe me?”Jack tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.“No, I don’t. Because here’s the thing, Tarvol—” Jack took a step closer, voice dropping to a deadly calm.“I’ve met people who were actually powerful. People who could erase entire bloodlines with a single command. And even the

When Jack returned to Hillside Villa, the first thing he noticed was—chaos.A loud car horn blared repeatedly, shattering the usual peaceful atmosphere.He looked toward the entrance and spotted Charlotte Richard, sitting in her expensive black sports car, her face a mask of frustration.She slammed her hand on the steering wheel again.“Damn it! Move, you stupid piece of junk!”Jack raised an eyebrow, casually strolling over.Charlotte, noticing him, immediately snapped.“Sullivan! Do you know anything about cars? Because this one is about to die, and so am I if I don’t get to my meeting in time!”Jack leaned against the hood, completely unbothered.“Considering how you drive? The car probably hates you.”Charlotte’s eyes flared with rage.“EXCUSE ME?!”Jack smirked. “I said—maybe if you didn’t drive like a blindfolded monkey, your car wouldn’t be on strike.”Charlotte’s mouth fell open in sheer offense.“YOU—! You absolute—!”Jack ignored her tantrum and casually popped the hood.Wi

One attacker swung a knife toward his chest—Jack sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it with a sickening pop.The man screamed as Jack flipped him over and slammed him onto the ground, face-first.Another came from behind with a kick aimed at Jack’s spine—Jack turned mid-air, catching the attacker’s leg and driving an elbow into his thigh, instantly crumpling him.Within seconds, three more bodies hit the ground.Charlotte, still watching, felt her jaw go slack.She had seen fights before—business disputes, hired security guards clashing, even some underground gambling rings her grandfather was involved in.But this?Jack wasn’t just fighting.He was demolishing them.The kidnappers hesitated now, backing up slightly.Scarface, gritting his teeth, barked at them.“Why the hell are you hesitating?! KILL HIM!”One of the men, his hands shaking slightly, reached for his gun—But Jack was already moving.Before the man could even aim—Jack grabbed his wrist,

ack wasn’t particularly excited about watching a movie, but Emma was determined to drag him along.But as they arrived at the entrance, Emma’s mood shifted.Her playful energy vanished, replaced with irritation.Jack followed her gaze—And spotted the reason why.Sanaya Garvos.The eldest daughter of the Garvos family, notorious for her wild lifestyle, clubbing habits, and inability to shut up.She wasn’t alone.She stumbled drunkenly, dragging some poor bastard by his tie like he was a pet on a leash.Her bright red lips curled into a smirk the moment she saw Emma.“Oh, look who it is.”Emma’s jaw clenched.Sanaya swayed slightly, still holding onto her tie hostage. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Emma. And—oh? Who’s this? Your little date?”Her gaze landed on Jack, scanning him with an interested but mocking glint.“Tsk tsk, Emma. I knew you’d be desperate, but this is a new low.”Emma’s fists clenched at her sides.Emma Brooks wasn’t built for arguments.She was kind-hearted, a lit

Sanaya Garvos was a menace.She wasn’t just petty—she was childishly, ridiculously, outrageously petty.All because she didn’t want Emma Brooks to watch a movie.And the worst part? She was enjoying every second of it.She leaned lazily against a velvet chair in the cinema lobby, her wine glass swaying in her hand, eyes glinting with pure amusement.“Oh, Emma, darling, you really should just accept your loss.” She sighed dramatically. “The cinemas belong to me for the next three days. That means you’ll have to find another hobby. Knitting, maybe?”Emma, shaking with frustration, clenched her fists.Her pride refused to let her back down.“Fine! If you can rent them, so can I!” she snapped, turning to Elos. “I’ll offer ten million to book every cinema in the city!”The entire room fell silent.Even Elos, the greedy little rat of a cinema owner, choked on air.This was no longer a childish fight—this was a full-on battle of money.Sanaya, still grinning, flicked her hair.“Ten million?