All Chapters of Jackson Hart: The Student Billionaire : Chapter 351
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Chapter 352: A Name Tied to a Memory
"I've reviewed your case file personally," Whitaker began, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Every memo, every charge Hayes fabricated, every piece of 'evidence' used to discredit you and justify your... treatment. It was a house of cards. A malicious construct."He dropped the file on the desk between them with a definitive thud. "As of this morning, all charges against you have been formally expunged. Your service record is being cleansed. The narrative of incompetence and instability that Hayes and his allies built around you is officially null and void."Evans felt the words like physical blows, each one dismantling a wall he'd built inside himself. The official stain, the bureaucratic ghost that had haunted him even in his amnesia, was gone. He was clean. On paper, at least."But we're not just erasing the past," Whitaker continued, his gaze piercing. "We're rebuilding the future. By the authority vested in me as Superintendent, I am not only reinstating you as a full agent o
Chapter 353: The Face in the Memory!
Evans had to flip to the next page, and right there were crime scene photos from a luxurious penthouse. Marcus Feng lay on a Persian rug.The name Marcus Feng echoed in the sterile silence of his new office, a ghost rattling chains Evans didn’t even know he held. He stared at the crime scene photo, at the man’s slack, aristocratic features. There was a familiarity there, not from files or briefings, but from a deeper, hazier place—the fragmented gallery of his stolen past.He closed his eyes, pressing his fingers against his temples. The memories were like shards of glass under water. But that didn’t stop Evans from digging into the vaults of his memories and to find out where exactly he he had seen Marcus Feng before.Finally, it came. First with a laugh which was rich, smooth, and with a faint, untraceable accent. A hand clapping his father on the shoulder. His father, Admiral George Tony, turning, his own smile strained at the edges—a smile Evans now recognized as one of politica
Chapter 354: Jonah’s Journal
Emily’s eyes, usually so composed, were red-rimmed and searching. For a brief moment, Jackson’s gaze flicked to Bella. He saw it—the swift tightening at the corner of her mouth, the almost imperceptible flare of her nostrils, the way her fingers, still laced with his, went rigid. It wasn't a suspicion of him, not really. It was the instinctive, territorial flash of a girlfriend seeing an ex—an ex connected to a profound trauma—step back into her partner’s space. She had every right to that expression, and in that split second, Jackson read it all: love, fear, and a fierce, protective jealousy she was trying desperately to bank."Go ahead," Bella said, her voice carefully neutral, trying not to let the heat of her feelings show. She gave his hand a final, firm squeeze before letting go. "We'll be waiting for you."Her eyes held his for a heartbeat, a silent communication passing between them—I trust you. But I don’t trust this. Then she turned, linking arms with Hailey, drawing the gr
Chapter 355: A Twin or a Clone?
"What did she want?" Andrew was the first to ask, his voice low and tense, his eyes scanning the few remaining stragglers as if expecting another ambush.With everything they’ve gone through with Jackson, every bit of information regarding whatever he was doing was important to them. And as far as they were concerned, Emily wouldn’t just excuse Jackson to have a word with him except it was very important, and none of them was expecting Jackson to lie to them.Bella said nothing, but her gaze was fixed on the slight bulge inside Jackson's jacket.Jackson didn't hesitate. He pulled out the leather-bound journal, holding it up for them all to see. "She gave me this. It's Jonah's. A personal journal she found while clearing out his things."A collective intake of breath, sharp in the cool evening air."Have you looked at it?" Hailey asked, her voice barely a whisper."No," Jackson said, shaking his head. "Not yet. She said it had names. That he was scared. She thought I needed to see it."
Chapter 356: That’s Where We Start!
The heavy silence that followed Bella’s question was answer enough. There was no end in sight, only another layer of the labyrinth. Without another word, they moved as one, a silent procession cutting through the lingering grief of the vigil, heading for the only sanctuary that held any answers: Sky Tower.As far as all of them were concerned, when something like this happens, in which there was no one to answer their questions, there was only one person they knew who could have the answers, and that was Mr. Copper.Arriving at Sky Tower, they met Copper in usual spot looking from the window into the sprawling city below. The moment he saw the way they all filed in, he could almost tell immediately that something was wrong. “You have news,” he stated, his eyes missing nothing as he took in their pale, grave faces.Jackson didn’t bother with preamble. He placed Jonah’s journal on the sleek glass table, open to the damning entry. “We need you to see this.”Copper adjusted his glasses,
Chapter 357: When Will Happiness Happen?!
The resolve in Jackson’s voice was a fragile thing, but it held them together long enough to form a shaky plan. They would start with the warehouse Jonah had mentioned in his journal while Evans would use his new authority to slow-walk the Feng case, buying them precious time. Copper would then delve back into his fragmented archives, searching for any hint of a third child which at that point was the only logical explanation they could come up.As far as they were concerned, if there was someone that looked exactly like Jackson out there, then the only theory that was plausible was the possibility of a triplet of Jackson, Jacqueline and the one who was now out there wearing Jackson’s face.After all, it has been biologically proven that a triplet is a set of identical twin and an ordinary child, and that identical twin could be the one wearing Jackson’s face.But plans, in the cold air of the penthouse, felt abstract. The reality of their situation settled in as they filed back int
Chapter 358: A Mark Once Dead!
Jackson felt the breath leave his lungs. He had no answer. Every time they clawed their way to a moment of calm—the triumph of the eclipse, the joy of their engagement—the ground gave way beneath them, plunging them into a deeper, darker pit.He too, had noticed the pattern, and was as equally frustrated about it as much as Bella was. But he couldn’t show her the part of him that was frustrated. Not with everything that was happening.As a natter of fact, as far as he was concerned, he had to be strong for her. He needed to show her the part of him that she could trust to always be her knight in shining armor, and he wasn’t going to let that slip now.But as he opened his mouth to say soon, to offer the hope she needed, the lie stuck in his throat. He had promised her no more secrets, no more shielding her from the hard truth."I don't know," he said instead, the admission raw and painful. He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I don't know if it ever ends, Bel
Chapter 359: Trials Of Power!
Whitaker stared at the secure briefing note on his tablet. The words seemed to vibrate with malicious intent.Case Transfer: Homicide of Marcus Feng. Lead Investigator: Deputy Director Evans Tony. Suspect: Jackson Hart.His exhales deeply as the familiar, cold weight of political warfare began to settle in his gut. This wasn't coincidence. This was a calculated strike, as precise as a sniper's bullet.He had been in the seat for less than a forty-eight hours. The ink on his promotion was barely dry, and Evans's was still wet. They had not even settled fully into their responsibilities yet. And now this.A high-profile international murder. A suspect he had personally vouched for, protected, and whose innocence he had staked his own reputation on during the Tyler and Jonah investigations. An investigation handed directly to his protégé, the man whose loyalty to Jackson was a poorly kept secret.He leaned back in his leather chair, the view of the D.C. skyline doing nothing to calm the
Chapter 360: A Better Prize!
Peniel then led Elvis to a private backroom where he could talk him into what he was planning. It wasn't an offer; it was an audience. Peniel didn't sit, he loomed, a spider weaving a web with words."The man you resemble," Peniel began, his voice a low, hypnotic hum. "Jackson Hart. You think he earned his fortune? That he's some brilliant, lucky heir?" A cold smile touched his lips. "No. His wealth is built on a foundation of stolen lives and broken promises. My family was one of them."Elvis, still wary but hooked, leaned forward. This was a story he hadn't heard in the tabloids. The popular story everyone knew was that he inherited a fortune from his late billionaire father and that was what changed his life.Part of the rumours he had heard then which he couldn’t tell if it was true or not was that Philip wasn’t an obvious billionaire until after his death. And now, hearing this new version of the story from a total stranger got him intrigued, and made him look forward to hearin
Chapter 361: At the Glimpse of Hope!
Lorraine lay on the cold, concrete floor of the windowless room, her wrists screaming from the tight plastic zip ties behind her back. Hayes had been careless in his last adjustment, moving her from the chair to the floor so he could use the chair for himself while he ate a greasy takeout meal. He’d re-secured her hands, but her legs were free. It was a small, brutal kindness that had become her only hope.For hours, she had lain still, feigning a defeated exhaustion she didn't feel, her eyes cataloging every detail of the sparse, grimy room.A single bare bulb. A rickety table. Hayes's discarded food wrappers. And on the far side of that table, partially hidden by a crumpled brown bag, the glint of steel.A knife. A simple paring knife, likely from the takeout.Hope, sharp and dangerous, pierced through her fear. It was fifteen feet away. A universe when you're bound and watched.Hayes finished his meal, belched, and stood up. He kicked her leg, not hard, just a testing nudge. "Don