All Chapters of Jackson Hart: The Student Billionaire : Chapter 251
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Chapter 252: Embers in the Wind!
Three days to the presidential elections.Three days until the city would either bend beneath the iron weight of Senator Moore’s promises, or splinter under the pressure of suspicions already boiling through its streets.That morning, The Capitol Eye struck first. Its headline was as clean and ruthless as a blade:FIRES AND FALSEHOODS: THE QUESTIONS NO ONE IS ASKINGBy Thomas RourkeThe piece spread like smoke from a hidden fire.Thomas didn’t hurl accusations outright—he didn’t need to. Instead, he threaded them carefully, mapping inconsistencies like a surgeon tracing veins beneath pale skin. Response times that didn’t match dispatch logs.Classified directives buried under redactions that contradicted open CIA memos.Mentions of “unofficial visitors” at the Superintendent’s office scrubbed from official schedules, yet captured in blurred surveillance frames.And most damning of all—two separate reports on the same day: one listing Superintendent Hayes as spearheading an anti-Mafia
Chapter 253: The Gallery of Quiet Vengeance!
Sophia Maxwell lowered her phone with the same care she’d once reserved for fragile relics. It was deliberate, unhurried, the movement practiced until it looked effortless. The suite around her lay half in shadow, pale lamplight slicing the room into bands of soft gold and deep onyx. Velvet curtains pooled at the windows; a slow breath of city air carried no sound up to this height. It felt, deliciously, like a world apart.She turned in her chair and faced the wall where she had arranged the faces that mattered most to her. They hung in precise alignment, each headshot framed in black and lit by a narrow sliver of brass light that made truth appear like accusation.Senator Moore: eyes fixated on the camera, the iron certainty of a man who believed his own press releases.Don Lewis: corporate grin, teeth too white against the magazine gloss, a charisma that had always smelled faintly of bribes.Superintendent Hayes: medals shining, eyes the color of old coin—unyielding, bought and br
Chapter 254: The Final Push!
The city had never looked this restless.Every streetlight, every bus stop, every half-broken lamppost seemed caught between two storms — the surge of hope and the swell of dread.Campaign banners snapped in the wind, frayed edges brushing across graffiti-stained walls. On some corners, Senator Stones’ face gleamed in crisp print — chin lifted, eyes burning with the promise of reform. On others, Senator Moore’s grin leered back at pedestrians, sharp as a knife hidden in velvet.From the skyscrapers of the financial district to the crumbling outskirts, the capital pulsed with noise and heat.Stadiums overflowed with Stones’ supporters, the air shaking with chants that rolled like thunder across the avenues. Handmade signs bobbed above the crowds: “The Future Is Stones” and “Our Flame of Change.” Drone cameras circled overhead, their lights winking as they streamed live feeds into millions of homes.Moore’s campaign, slick and merciless, fought back with shadows. Billboards smeared Sto
Chapter 255: Be Careful, Jackson!
The drive from the CIA headquarters pressed down on Whitaker like a weight as he tried to clear his head of everything that had just transpired between him and superintendent Hayes back in his office. For years, the CIA badge had been everything: his weapon, his shield, his proof that his sacrifices meant something. Now, it was gone, and it felt like a part of him had gone with the badge too.After so much sacrifice, after choosing loyalty to his nation and the services of the citizens of his country, he just couldn't believe this was how it was going to end.It would have been better if Hayes had at least explained to him why he was relieving him of his duties, but he hadn't done any of that, and that was what even hurt the most.Whitaker and Hayes had both rose through the ranks in the CIA after starting from the bottom as ordinary field agents. They've been friends—two young minds reaching for their goals against all odds. But like the saying goes, "power corrupts," and that was
Chapter 256: Attempted Assassination!
The café Whitaker had chosen was tucked away at a quiet corner near the old train station — an aging place with chipped wood trim and faint jazz music playing from a battered radio in the corner. Outside, the glow of election posters lit up the streets, plastered faces of Senator Moore and Stones staring down with hollow smiles, as if each already claimed the city for themselves.Jackson pushed through the door, scanning instinctively. His senses prickled with unease, though he told himself it was just the paranoia that came with meeting a man on the run.Whitaker was still there seated in the farthest booth, back to the wall, his coat collar turned up, a steaming cup of coffee untouched before him. He looked older in this light — not the sharp, iron-spined CIA man Jackson knew, but a soldier stripped of his armor.Jackson slid into the booth across from him. Neither spoke for a long moment. Outside the window, a bus rattled past, its headlights sweeping briefly across their table b
Chapter 257: Settling Old Scores!
Morning crept in softly, the pale light catching on high-rises and fractured billboards. The city woke in silence, as though holding its breath. But that silence did not last.By the time Jackson returned to Sky Tower, the hum of the city was already shifting—gathering under a storm of voices, headlines, and flashing news banners. Every café television, every glowing billboard on the freeway, every crackling radio station whispered the same thing:“Director Whitaker of the CIA—almost killed in an assassination attempt last night. Suspects unknown. Investigation underway.”Jackson’s car rolled through the familiar gates of Sky Tower, the weight of the words pressing against his temples like a second heartbeat. Since he was there when the assassination almost took place the previous night, it really didn't as much make the news any captivating to him.But all the same, he couldn't help but wonder why Whitaker had refused mention Hayes' name when the Chief asked him if he had any idea o
Chapter 258: Election Day Chaos!
The news hit the capital like a hammer.At first, the broadcasters hesitated — showing only aerial shots of Precinct 17, black vans clogging the streets, officers moving like shadows under flashing lights. But as the morning wore on, the images grew bolder, the anchors’ voices sharper, louder, charged with something between outrage and dread.“Precinct 17 has been shut down indefinitely after what authorities are calling a targeted massacre. At least seven confirmed dead, including election supervisor Wilson Gibbs…”The screen cut to footage of Gibbs, smiling in some campaign office months ago, shaking hands with a mayoral candidate. The contrast between his warm grin then and the grim reports now made the city choke.And then came the detail no one could spin away:The message on the wall.“The Crescent remembers.”The phrase hit like a relic dragged up from a graveyard of history. It brought with it the stink of old wars — whispered factions, forgotten assassins, and bloodlines tha
Chapter 259: The Summons!
The black SUV cut silently across the back alleys of the Capital, headlights dimmed, windows darkened. Every turn was deliberate, every stop precise — a choreography designed to keep them invisible. Inside, the air was taut with the weight of what they carried: not cargo, not weapons, but Director Whitaker himself.“Two minutes,” one of the Secret Service agents murmured from the front seat. His voice was low, clipped, every syllable weighed. “We’re bringing you in through the sub-basement, and that's because the President requested for it."Whitaker gave a stiff nod. He hadn’t asked for this, not in the way it had come about. But President Jonesboro had summoned him personally, bypassing the fractured chains of command, sending his most loyal operatives to pull Whitaker out from where he was hiding. That kind of summons wasn’t a request. It was a demand.The convoy slid into a concealed garage beneath the Capitol building. The door sealed shut behind them, swallowing the vehicles in
Chapter 260: The Cabinet’s Oath!
“Director Whitaker,” President Jonesboro finally said, his voice firm. “This council has been debating since yesterday after we received the news of Wilson Gibbs death, which subsequently forced us to have the ongoing presidential elections postponed till we're sure what exactly it is that we're up against."He paused for a few seconds and then continued, "But I must confess that what you’ve presented tonight—the infiltration of the CIA, the compromised networks, the threads leading back to Hayes—cannot be dismissed.”Murmurs rippled through the cabinet. One of the ministers shifted in her chair, whispering something about the political fallout. Another warned of media backlash. But the President silenced them all with a raised hand.“We will not let this rot fester,” he continued. “Effective immediately, we authorize a full internal investigation of the Agency. Every branch, every directorate, every foreign liaison will be scrutinized. Director Whitaker, you will have my protection a
Chapter 261: The Directive Echoes!
The corridors of the CIA headquarters were quieter than usual — too quiet for a building that was supposed to never sleep. The hum of fluorescent lights and the echo of leather soles on polished floors were the only sounds left as Director Hayes stepped out of his office and into the hall, his sharp eyes narrowing at the unusual sight ahead.Down the corridor, a line of armed security operatives stood Whitaker holding a single folder sealed with the insignia of the Office of the President of the United States.“Whitaker,” Hayes said evenly, though his voice carried a razor edge. “What the hell is this?”If there was one thing Hayes wasn't expecting to see that day, it was Whitaker returning to the CIA building like he owned it.Whitaker, now backed up by the president, approached, a sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips.“A presidential directive,” he said flatly. “Effective immediately.”Hayes’s brow furrowed. “Directive for what?”Whitaker stopped a few feet away, his shadow