All Chapters of Jackson Hart: The Student Billionaire : Chapter 371
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Chapter 372: Welcome Back, Samantha Lewis!
The drive to the Lewis estate was a silent, smooth glide through the darkened city and into the exclusive, tree-lined enclave of the wealthy. Samantha stared out the window, watching the familiar landmarks of her childhood and teenage imprisonment blur by. The bourbon haze had lifted, replaced by a hollow, aching numbness. The anger at Hailey was still a hot coal in her chest, but the fire that had propelled her out of the apartment was now banked, leaving only ashes and the chilling reality of her decision.The wrought-iron gates, adorned with the austere 'L' monogram, swung open soundlessly. The mansion loomed ahead, a monolith of granite and glass, every window dark except for the entrance. It wasn't a home; it was a fortress, a museum of her father's ego.This was the enclave that forged her and her late brother into the adults they grew up to become like robots without their own wills before they decided to run away months ago until Jack met his death, and now, she was back to t
Chapter 373: Tactical Yet Dangerous!
Around a table at Sky Tower, sat Jackson, Bella, James, Nancy, Andrew, and Hailey. At the head, displaying secure feeds on a wall-mounted screen, was Evans. His presence was officially sanctioned by Superintendent Whitaker, a risky but calculated move. Whitaker’s memo had bought them a procedure, but now they needed action.“So we have the forensic doubt,” Jackson said, his hands steepled. “But we need the man himself. We need him to confess, or at least be caught in the act.”“The warehouse,” Andrew said, tapping the location Hailey had found earlier—the decommissioned textile mill. “It’s the nexus. Jonah saw him there with Feng’s people. It’s where they staged the ‘lair.’ It’s his ground.”“And my mark,” Jackson said, rolling up his sleeve. The Flameborn symbol was faintly visible, no longer pulsing with the earlier urgent pain, but holding a steady, warm thrum. “It’s been active since the vigil. It’s a signal. If it’s calling to me… maybe it’s calling to him.”Everyone turned to lo
Chapter 374: Let’s Move!
Jackson’s words, more than all the tactical assurances, were the anchor she needed. The fear didn’t vanish, but it was joined by a fierce, protective pride. He was her fighter, and he was choosing to fight.She took a deep, shuddering breath, wiping the tears from her cheek. She looked around the table, her expression shifting from terror to a steely determination. “Okay,” she said, her voice clear. “Okay. But I’m not on tech with Hailey. I’m with James and Nancy on the perimeter. I need to be close.” she added, turning back to Jackson, her eyes blazing. Evans gave a grim nod of approval from the screen. “Then we agreed. We move at 0300. Minimal light, maximum surprise. Jackson, make that flame burn bright. Let’s give our copycat something real to imitate.”The group decided to take a few minutes of break to prepare for the execution of the plan they’ve all agreed upon. Even if they’ve all analysed the possibility of the success of the plan on paper, they knew that was just theory,
Chapter 375: Hello, Jackson Hart!
The convoy of three vehicles moved like shadows through the city's sleeping industrial district. They parked a block away from the decommissioned textile mill, its hulking silhouette a jagged cutout against the starless sky."Positions," James's voice crackled in their earpieces, calm and authoritative.In synchronized silence, they dispersed. James and Nancy, clad in dark tactical gear, melted into the maze of loading docks and chain-link fences on the west side. Andrew and Hailey slipped into a vacant mechanic's shop across the street, its second-story window offering a direct view of the main warehouse entrance. Evans was a silent, watchful presence in their ears, his access to satellite and traffic cameras providing a bird's-eye view.Whitaker and Copper were on the other side of the city being updated with everything that was going on. They were tired of waiting for the law enforcement agencies to fight all their battles for them, and this time, they were taking matters into thei
Chapter 376: Jackson, Get Out. Now!
"What do you want?" Jackson's voice dropped, low and dangerous. "What is this all for? To live in a penthouse? To drive my cars? It's a costume. You can't have the life. You can only pretend."For the first time, a spark of genuine emotion—raw, covetous hunger—flared in Elvis's dead eyes. "I don't want to pretend," he hissed, the polished veneer cracking further. "I want to own it. The money, the respect, the power. The girl." He said the last word with a possessive heat that made Jackson's blood run cold. "Bella looks at you like you're the sun. I want her to look at me that way. I can be you, but better. More attentive. More... decisive."He took another step forward, now halfway between the light and the shadow. "They told me you were weak. That you clung to the past, to ghosts, to pointless loyalties. They showed me how you hesitated, how you let emotion rule you. I was built without those flaws. So you see, Jackson, this isn't just about taking your place. It's about evolution. T
Chapter 377: Jackson's Disconnected!
Jackson’s moment of shock, seeing the ghost from his past, was all the opening Trey needed. There was no dramatic charge, no fiery blast. Trey moved with the speed of a striking snake, crossing the distance in a blur of motion Jackson’s eyes couldn't track.A fist, hard as stone and wreathed in a faint, crackling amber energy, connected with Jackson’s jaw. The impact wasn’t just physical; it was a psychic shockwave that echoed through the Flameborn mark, short-circuiting his senses. A burst of white light exploded behind his eyes, followed by a ringing silence that swallowed Bella’s desperate cry in his ear.He was unconscious before he hit the cold concrete floor.Trey stood over Jackson’s limp form, his glowing eyes burning with a mixture of triumph and profound, sickening hunger. He knelt, his movements ritualistic. He didn't search for a weapon. Instead, his fingers found the nearly invisible wire of Jackson’s earpiece. With a contemptuous flick, he ripped it free, crushing the de
Chapter 378: The Conflagration!
James's voice was a whip-crack in the small room. He was faster, intercepting her at the doorway, his body a solid, immovable barrier. He didn't grab her roughly, but his stance was unequivocal."Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his firm hold on her shoulders. "He's in there! He's alone and that monster is going to—""We can't just run in there without thinking it through!" James's voice was low, intense, his eyes locked on hers. He was the calm in the center of her storm, and it infuriated her. "Running in blind is what gets everyone killed. We heard it. There's at least Trey, Elvis, and who knows, who else that is in there. We need a plan, not a suicide charge.""He doesn't have time for a plan!" Tears of fury and fear streamed down Bella's face."We're making one right now," Nancy said, her voice cool as she checked the magazine on her sidearm with a sharp click. "James is right. We can't just rush in there without thinking it through. We don't want to put Jackson into mu
Chapter 379: Voiceless Hope!
Bella fought him, a wild animal caught in a trap, but her strength was nothing against his shock-numbed grip. Her screams dissolved into ragged, wrenching sobs.James and Nancy picked themselves up, staring dumbfounded at the holocaust. The tactical plan, the breaching procedure, the weapons-free order—all of it was ludicrously, tragically obsolete. There was nothing to breach. No hostiles to engage. Just an ocean of fire."What the hell just happened?" Nancy whispered, her voice barely audible over the fire's roar. It wasn't a question anyone could answer.James, ever the soldier, was the first to move from stunned horror to fractured action. He looked at the inferno, then at his team—Bella broken in Andrew's arms, Hailey clutching her tablet like a lifeline, Nancy pale and shaken."Someone," he said, his voice hoarse, "call the firefighters. Right now. And Evans. Tell him… tell him the location is compromised. Catastrophically."But they all knew, as the sirens began to wail in the
Chapter 380: The Jackson Hart Enigma!
By dawn, the news was no longer just a report; it was a city-wide fever dream. Headlines screamed from every screen: "BILLIONAIRE HEIR PRESUMED DEAD IN MYSTERIOUS INFERNO!" and "CULT KILLER OR VICTIM? THE JACKSON HART ENIGMA EXPLODES."Talking heads in studios debated grainy cellphone footage of the fire, speculating wildly about financial scandals, rivalries, and the "known associates" seen fleeing the scene. The narrative of Jackson as a dangerous outsider, carefully cultivated by his enemies, found fertile ground in the ashes.In the silent, book-lined study of Sky Tower, Mr. Copper stood before the massive window, not seeing the sunrise paint the sky in hues of bloody orange. The news played on mute on a screen behind him, the scrolling text a relentless, silent accusation.He felt… vacant. As if the very essence of what made him 'him'—the keeper of secrets, the guardian of the Hart legacy, the man who had promised a dying Philip to protect his son—had been scooped out and replac
Chapter 381: Once Jackson is Declared Dead!
Sophia’s voice, when it came again, was no longer probing. It was calculating, and sharpened by a lifetime of near-misses and second-place finishes. “It makes me feel… practical. But let’s not pretend the path is clear. My mother, Priscilla… Philip’s own twin sister. She was conspicuously absent from his final will. My Grandfather left her nothing. The legal world, and the board, will see that as a deliberate disinheritance of that entire branch. Any claim I make will be challenged immediately. They’ll say Philip wanted his fortune to end with his son, not pass to a sister he clearly had… issues with.”She was right of course. The omission of her mother’s name from the will was a thunderous statement from the grave. Though it was widely believed that the Harts were nothing during the time of her grandfather, she still felt it was injustice to have sidelined her mother from his last will and testament.“We don’t have to make a legal claim based on blood,” Peniel said, his voice a soft