Jack’s brows furrowed slightly as he stepped aside, allowing Emilia to walk into the mansion. The early morning chill still clung to her coat, and her eyes held a dull weight that hadn’t been there before.“What do you need help with?” Jack asked, his voice deep and tinged with curiosity.She looked up at him, lips parting slowly. “My assistant… he traveled and hasn’t returned yet. He’s the one with the best idea for the campaign.” Her voice trailed, laced with tension soft but.Jack’s gaze flickered toward the glowing computer screen still searching, then back to Emilia. He took in her face,slightly pale, stress carved into her features and something in him shifted. I can’t just let her walk away like this, he thought to himself.He stepped closer, motioned for her to sit, then sank down beside her. “What do you need the idea for, exactly?”Emilia exhaled deeply.“For the campaign. It’s supposed to be finalized before the end of this week. I need something compelling… something d

Emilia’s gaze lingered on Jack, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. His smile had grown.“What is it?” Emilia asked, her tone soft.Jack glanced at her. “Butler Goof just called to inform me that what I am researching has finally displayed on my computer screen. It is a rare drug,one even stronger than the red serum your grandfather, Lord Williams, gave me.”Emilia’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously? That’s amazing.”Jack nodded, but the gleam in his eyes dimmed slightly. “It is. But I still don’t know what it really does. I want to understand its full effects,how dangerous it might be.”“Then go research it.” Emilia said, her tone laced with encouragement .“Check what Butler Goof found.”Jack peeked at her with a playful smirk. “Can’t I do it later?”“Nope.” She responded, poking him gently on the arm. “You should go now.”Jack opened his mouth to argue,but his stomach growled, loud and unignorable.Emilia laughed, her hand flying to her lips. “Hungry, Mr Hero?”Jack chuck

Three minutes passed before Jack Adams finally stirred. His lashes fluttered. The world was a swirling haze of light and muffled voices. His vision was a blur, but he could make out legs,dozens of them,belonging to people who had rushed to the crash site.Strong arms lifted him. A familiar voice called his name."Jack! Jack! Jack!"A sharp slap landed on his cheek. His eyes widened, and his vision snapped into focus. Clark’s face hovered above him, blood streaking down his arm, his other hand clutching his ribs.Jack coughed. “Clark… are you okay?”“I’m alive.” Clark muttered through gritted teeth. “Hurts like hell, though. I think my arm’s broken.”Jack tried to sit up, but a searing pain shot through his left leg. He let out a cry.“Don’t move!” Clark warned. “Your left leg is dislocated. Look at it.”Jack then gazed at his left leg and saw his left leg was dislocated He trembled from the pain, but his gaze darted around in panic. “Where’s Emilia?”Clark’s eyes dropped to the

Early Morning Light Filtering In. Jack sat quietly on the hospital bed, his shoulder bandaged, a faint bruising shadowing his jaw.He winced as he shifted, still sore, his body reminding him of every second of the ambush. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and fresh linen. A gentle knock echoed before the door creaked open.Lord Leo stepped inside, his expression tight and unreadable.Jack straightened slightly. “What’s wrong?”Lord Leo stepped closer, a folded newspaper in hand. He passed it to Jack wordlessly. The headline screamed in bold red:"LORD LUCAS ARRESTED IN CONNECTION TO ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT – CLAIMS HE'S BEEN FRAMED!” Jack’s eyes scanned the words. He paused, staring at the line that described Lucas shouting about his innocence as officers dragged him into custody.“He says he’s been framed.” Lord Leo said quietly, watching Jack’s reaction.Jack stared at the paper, lips pressed into a thin line. His fingers tightened on the page. “Framed…?” His voice trailed o

The door creaked behind them as Lord Leo and Jack entered the mansion, their shoes clicking softly against the marble floor. Jack’s eyes darted toward the front gate.His eyes widened in shock. “That’s not right.” He muttered as began to walk fast towards the door.“Easy.” Lord Leo warned, pulling Jack back slightly. “If someone broke in, they could be armed.”Ignoring the warning, Jack pushed the door open, heart pounding. His eyes widened as they landed on a man lounging comfortably on the living room sofa, clad in a sleek black tuxedo. A crystal glass of red wine was poised in his hand, and a calm, familiar smile played across his lips.“Hey, Master Jack.” The man greeted him smoothly. “Good to see you again.”Jack’s jaw tensed. “Scott Benjamin? What the hell are you doing here and how did you even find this place?”Scott lifted the glass to his lips and sipped, then gestured lazily toward the butler, who stood nervously by the corner. “Your butler was kind enough to serve