The tires screeched against the asphalt as Jack and Lord Leo’s cars sliced through the city streets, weaving between traffic like shadows chasing the night. The tension hung between them like a storm cloud ready to burst.Inside his vehicle, Jack’s phone buzzed. He snatched it up from the passenger seat.“Jack.” Came Lord Leo’s voice, his tone low and urgent. “What’s the plan?”Jack’s eyes flicked to the GPS tracker Scott had sent moments earlier. A red dot blinks steadily at the East Airport terminal.“We’re going to drive into the airport and blend into the crowd.” Jack said, his tone sharp. “From the looks of the tracker, Lord Sean Mason’s already there. We walk in without being noticed, trail him silently.”“Got it.” Lord Leo replied. The call ended.Minutes later, they pulled into the airport parking lot and exited their vehicles swiftly. Lord Leo checked his pistol, slid a fresh magazine into place, and tucked it beneath his jacket. Jack gave a silent nod, then they both sl

Meanwhile, back at the Williams family backyard…The night breeze was gentle, the lanterns cast a soft golden glow over the garden, and laughter swelled beneath the open sky. Everyone had gathered around the long table dressed with fine linens, glasses of red wine glimmering like rubies in their hands.Lord Williams stood slowly, raising his glass with solemn pride. All eyes turned to him.“Tonight.” He began, his voice deep and commanding“We raise our glasses not just for celebration, but for recognition,recognition of effort, intellect, and perseverance. Emilia Williams, my granddaughter, has made us proud. She stepped into the fire with grace and came out with her banner held high. Let this be the first of many victories to come.”Everyone clinked their glasses, and a collective cheer rang out.“Cheers!”As they all settled back into their seats, Lord Leo leaned forward. “Emilia, I have to ask,how did you come up with that brilliant idea in your application?”Emilia chuckled sof

Jack stepped out to the front porch with Betty, the cool night breeze brushing past them, carrying the scent of flowers and soft murmurs from the backyard. The porch light cast a warm amber glow over them, but Jack’s face was clouded with cold restraints.He folded his arms, his voice low and edged with anger. "Alright, Betty. What do you want to talk about?”She hesitated, fingers tightening around her purse. "I just came to thank you… for saving me from Dylan Mason. I…" She paused, her voice thinning."I don’t understand why you did it. After everything I did to you… why would you still save me?"Jack let out a bitter chuckle, his eyes narrowing. "So it’s true. From the very beginning, our marriage was just another tool for you. A strategy. A lie." He stepped a little closer, his voice heavier now, thick with the weight of memory. "Let me tell you something about me, Betty. I was raised in a home where my father taught me that no matter how cruel a person may be, if they’re in

Nike stared hard at Justin across the table, brows arched, voice soaked in disbelief."Wait..." Nike leaned forward, swirling the wine in his glass. "You mean that low-life Betty Thomas we used to mock back in the day? And that little scrappy mutt Jack Adams who used to jump in like a knight in dirty armor to save her?"He chuckled darkly. "Man, I can still remember…”FLASHBACK - YEARS AGOThe courtyard of Blue Heaven's private academy. Nike and Justin, both in fine uniforms, stood beneath a tree, snickering as they pointed at a young girl clutching secondhand books and it was Betty Thomas."Did she really wear that same sweater again?" Justin mocked."Betty’s family must be saving every crumb." Nike added cruelly. "I bet they bathe with rainwater.”Just then, a shadow loomed behind them. Jack Adams, bruised knuckles and fierce eyes, stood with clenched fists."Back off." Jack growled. "Say one more thing, I’ll decorate your face."Nike smirked. "Ooooh, the poor knight…"Crac

The morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Jack Adams stirred awake, his phone buzzing relentlessly beside him. He groaned, grabbed it, and stared at the screen."Shit! It's time." He muttered, springing out of bed.Rubbing his face, he shuffled toward the bathroom, brushing his tousled hair with his fingers. "Definitely need a haircut." He said to himself, peering at the mirror with a half-smirk.He stepped into the shower, the water cascading down his back. Within minutes, he stepped out, wrapping a white towel securely around his waist.As he turned toward his wardrobe, the door opened. Butler Goof entered with a silver tray carrying toast, eggs, and a steaming cup of tea."Good morning, Mr Jack." Butler Goof said with a bow. "You seem to be in a hurry."Jack ruffled his damp hair. "Morning, Butler Goof. Yeah, there’s a party today,Nike Wayne’s throwing some flashy welcome bash for himself.”“Ah yes." Butler Goof nodded, placin