All Chapters of Jackson Hart: The Student Billionaire : Chapter 281
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Chapter 282: A Third-Party Proposal!
Copper exhaled slowly and leaned back, his hands clasped together in a way that made him look suddenly older—like a man carrying too many memories and too many ghosts.“There’s something you need to know about your father,” he said quietly. “About Philip Hart… and the bloodline you come from.”Jackson’s brow furrowed. “You’ve said that before. About legacy, about the Flameborn—what else could possibly be left?”Copper gave a faint, grim smile. “A name. Priscilla Hart.”Jackson blinked. The name meant nothing at first. “Who’s that?”“Your father’s twin sister,” Copper said, each word deliberate. “She was one of the few people who truly stood by Philip after the first Flameborn awakening—when he began to unravel the secrets your family has carried for generations. They were inseparable, even when the world turned on them. But she met a tragic end—or at least, that’s what everyone believed.”Jackson’s heartbeat quickened. “Believed?”Copper nodded. “There were rumors, whispers in the old
Chapter 283: A Game of Allies!
Sophia’s gaze drifted to the folder on the table, the one embossed with Elara’s distinctive gold insignia. For a long time, she said nothing. Then she reached for it, her fingers tracing the crest as if it were a signature on fate itself.“Elara Crestwood,” she murmured. “The woman who paid Celestine’s bills before Jackson could. The one who sent lilies to the hospital. The one who made herself known without stepping into the light.”Of course she had done her own findings about Elara before now alongside other important personalities in the city. She already knew she'd face opposition both friendly and otherwise, and she already prepared herself for it.She flipped open the folder, scanning the first page of the proposal. The numbers were staggering. The influence—unmistakable.She remembered when she had been nothing more than an ambitious intern at Whitestone Dynamics, surrounded by men who looked at her brilliance as arrogance and her ideas as decoration. She had learned quickly
Chapter 284: Fragments of the Forgotten!
A faint beeping sound echoed in the distance—steady, rhythmic, and strangely unfamiliar as Evans stirred awake in the hospital bed, his mind clawing through the fog that clung to every corner of his thoughts. When his eyes finally opened, the world around him swam into focus in broken flashes—white ceilings, sterile lights, the faint scent of antiseptic, and the soft rustle of fabric.He blinked again, trying to piece together what he was seeing. A hospital room? His throat felt dry, his chest tight beneath the thin blanket covering him. Tubes trailed from his arms, and a monitor beside him flashed green lines that pulsed in time with his sluggish heartbeat.“Where…” His voice cracked. “Where am I?”The door swung open just as he tried to sit up. A nurse—young, with kind eyes—hurried over, pressing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Easy, Agent Evans. Please don’t move too quickly. You’ve just woken up.”He frowned, his name echoing hollowly in his mind. “Evans…?” he repeated, as if tes
Chapter 285: The Call in the Corridor!
While all of those talks were busy going on in Evans’ recovery room, a nurse stepped quietly into a deserted corridor near the supply ward.Her name was Lorraine Beckett, and on the surface, she was everything a hospital nurse should be — efficient, polite, always where she needed to be, and never where she wasn’t supposed to. Her uniform was crisp, her shoes spotless, and her smile, when she wore it, was disarmingly gentle. But beneath that veneer of professional calm, Lorraine was far from ordinary.Within the underbelly of the City, her name carried an entirely different weight. To the underdogs, the smugglers, informants, and shadow brokers who thrived in the city’s darker corners she was known simply as “The Night Orderly.”When powerful men needed someone silenced permanently without leaving a trace, they didn’t send killers. Instead, they sent Lorraine. A well-placed sedative here, an “unexpected” allergic reaction there. And when death was too dramatic, she had other ways: m
Chapter 286: The Rendezvous at the Docks!
Night fell over the harbor like a velvet curtain, the moonlight slicing across the dark, rippling water. Cargo ships slept in shadow, their outlines broken only by the slow sweep of a distant lighthouse.Nurse Lorraine stood at the edge of the docks, no longer in her hospital scrubs. Gone was the white uniform that made her invisible. In its place was a sleek black coat, cinched at the waist, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete as she moved toward the waiting car parked near the end of the pier.She looked nothing like the woman who had spent her day tending to patients and administering medicine with soft hands and a kind smile. Her hair was down now — dark waves spilling over her shoulders — her lips painted the deep red of quiet danger. The transformation was deliberate, and at the same time calculated.The driver’s door opened, and Superintendent Hayes stepped out dressed in a charcoal suit that made the faint harbor lights glint across his cufflinks. “Lorraine,” he
Chapter 287: The Blood-Stained Flag!
The heavy doors of the State Conference Room shut with a muted thud, sealing in the quiet hum of voices that had been rising and falling for the past two hours. The long oval table gleamed beneath the warm light, strewn with stacks of papers, half-empty coffee cups, and tablets blinking with reports and projections. President Jonesboro sat at the head of the table, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, his expression calm but weighed by fatigue.For weeks, the nation had waited in limbo. The total eclipse that had darkened the skies and sparked panic across several states had forced an indefinite postponement of the presidential elections. The streets had only just begun to return to normal, and yet the air in the capital still felt… unsettled. Superstitions, conspiracies, whispers about celestial omens — they hadn’t entirely faded.“Mr. President,” began Secretary Alden Pierce, his tone clipped but respectful, “the Electoral Committee has concluded their assessment. The infrastruct
Chapter 288: A Nation on Fire!
For a second, after the Chief Security officer and the rest of the security personnel had left, the room seemed to tilt. President Jonesboro's pulse pounded in his ears as everything seemed to play before him again in slow motion.He sank into his chair, his mind spinning with a million possibilities that could have unfolded if what was inside the parcel wasn't a blood stained flag but something else like a bomb.Outside, the faint rumble of traffic and distant sirens filled the air, ordinary sounds that suddenly felt like the echo of something far greater — and far more dangerous — stirring again.Jonesboro glanced toward the tall windows, where the last rays of sunlight stretched across the floor like red veins.“The Red Echo…” he whispered, the name tasting like ash.The fear he had managed to keep buried for months rose again, coiling around him like smoke.And somewhere — far from the White House walls — someone was watching the news of the President’s reaction, a faint smile cur
Chapter 289: A Familiar Stranger!
“Good morning, Evans.” Evans heard someone greet him that morning.He turned his head slowly. Nurse Lorraine stood by his bedside, adjusting the IV line with deliberate gentleness. Her hands were steady, her tone soft — the kind of voice trained to soothe agitation before it even began.Evans tried to speak, but his throat was dry, the words scraping out like gravel. “Are you the nurse assigned to take care of me?” He eventually managed to ask.Lorraine’s gaze flickered briefly to him, her expression warm but professional. “Yes I am. You know you’ve been unconscious for some weeks,” she said. “You were brought in badly injured. There was some internal trauma, a concussion. But I'm glad to see that you’re safe now.”Evans’ brows furrowed, his pulse quickening beneath the monitor’s steady rhythm. Brought in badly wounded? The words echoed hollowly. He tried to reach back — to remember the last thing he’d seen, the last face, the last voice — but his thoughts were a scattered puzzle, ed
Chapter 290: A Touch of Warmth!
Nurse Lorraine stared at the cold, pixelated face of Hayes until the image blurred into the reflection of the glass. The room behind her was dim—only the glow from the monitor cutting a pale square across her palms. For a long moment she simply listened to the hum of the encrypted line, the click of a heating vent, and the sound of her own breath. Then she nodded once.“Understood,” she said, though the word left a different taste in her mouth than it had when she first took the assignment. On the screen Hayes’ smile was all corporate calm—no tremor of conscience, no hesitation to match the order he’d given. Lorraine felt the order sink into her like frost.She closed her laptop with a soft snap and pushed to her feet, the floor creaking beneath her slippers. Her hands—trained to steady IV lines and check ailing pulses—felt suddenly clumsy in her pockets. For years she’d told herself she was just a cog: efficiency, discretion, loyalty. That logic had kept her safe. Tonight it tasted
Chapter 291: The Closer He Gets!
Lorraine lingered near the bed after Evans spoke. For a moment, neither of them moved, and only the faint hum of the heart monitor filled the silence, a fragile rhythm that somehow felt human in a room built for control.She placed the tray down quietly, arranging the glass and pills with careful precision. Her training told her to leave, to keep her distance and her conscience clean. But her heart — the one thing she couldn’t seem to train — hesitated.“Have you been able to remember anything?” she asked softly, almost against her own will. “Before the accident, I mean.”Evans blinked, the question seeming to reach somewhere far away. “Pieces,” he murmured. “Flashes. Faces that fade when I try to hold on to them. Sounds. Rain.” He paused, rubbing his temples as if he could coax the memories back by force. “And...”Lorraine tilted her head. "And what?"“Samantha,” he said it like a prayer."The lady that was here yesterday?" Lorraine asked."Yes, she'd the one." Evans replied, his voi