All Chapters of The Rise of John Raymond: Chapter 341
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Chapter 341: SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH
“Well, you know you have to introduce us, right?” Anna demanded, a bright smile on her face. “Bring her to our next poker night— even if John bails on us. I need to vet her. For quality control.”Collins laughed, the sound hearty and full. “Absolutely. Soon. I wanted to tell you first, just because… you were there for me through all of it. You and John. I wanted you to know that I’m okay. I’m better than okay.”Anna stood up, pulling Collins up with her for a tight, spontaneous hug. “I am so glad you are, Collins. I truly am. This is the best news I’ve heard all year.”They walked slowly out of the park, Anna’s step feeling lighter despite her continuing worries about her own relationship. Seeing Collins genuinely happy, free of the shadow of his past, gave her a measure of perspective. She still had to talk to John, still had to face the fear of loss, but in that moment, walking out of the park with Collins, she felt a flicker of hope. The world didn't have to be a storm; sometimes,
Chapter 342: THE REVENGE
John gripped the steering wheel tight. The shock of the mail was wearing off, replaced by a cold, hard anger. It wasn’t Lady Hampton, but a man named Marcus Thorne. A man who sat on the organization’s Council.Marcus was running for John’s top spot, and he wanted John dead to make it a sure win. The brake failure was meant to clear the way entirely. It was a bold, stupid move that failed.The failed assassination on John had led the attackers to hit the bank next. They thought they could hurt John's business and make him look weak. He pulled his black sedan into the long, winding driveway of the family estate. The house was massive and quiet. It always felt quiet, even when filled with people.He parked in the underground garage and took a deep breath. First, he had to face his grandmother. His mind was already moving past the fear for Anna and onto the problem of Marcus.The problem wasn't the attack itself, but the challenge to his power. This was a direct test he had to pass with
Chapter 343: THE COUNCIL’S GRAVE
John walked through the grand halls of the Moon Palace, ignoring the staff that bowed to greet him. He was no longer the soft man he used to be. The circumstances that led to his change caused him to be stronger and more ruthless.He was done being the nice and gentleman he once was. “I'll always be wronged if I keep being weak.” He once told himself and he never forgot to remember that almost all the time.Mr. David followed two steps behind his young master, John. The sound of their shoes echoed on the marble floors. John adjusted his silk cufflinks.They reached the heavy oak doors of the boardroom. This was where the Council met each time for their meetings. John stopped as soon as he was one step to the door."Are the subjects inside?" John asked sternly."Every single one, Young Master." Mr. David replied."And Marcus?" John asked."He sits on your grandfather’s throne." Mr. David said.John felt a spark of anger on hearing that. He pushed the doors open, not waiting for an in
Chapter 344: THE COLD HARVEST
The room was filled with silence as every member of the council realized that John was here to bring change.The old ways of doing business were over. John remained standing at the head of the table."Is the takeover of the Hampton routes possible this soon?" Member Miller asked. He wiped sweat from his forehead with a shaking hand. He had served the Raymonds for thirty years. He had never seen the young master look so dangerous."Possibility is not the question." John replied. He did not look at Miller. He looked at the empty chair Marcus had just occupied. It was a reminder of what happened to those who lacked vision.John stood up and looked at the men around the table. "By tomorrow morning, the Hampton docks will belong to us. Miller, you will handle the legal papers. Hayes, you will manage the money." John ordered. "It will be done, Your Highness." Hayes promised. He pulled out a notepad and began to write down the instructions. John turned his back to the council and looked
Chapter 345: PAYING THE PRICE
“Shhh….. Shhhh…” were the sounds of Lady Hampton's silk dresses as she walked down the hallway.Lady Hampton looked at her mother, who was still staring at her phone in total shock before she shifted her gaze to John."You are quite faster than I thought, John or should I say… his royal highness?" Lady Hampton asked mockingly."I move with reality speed, my Lady." John replied with a short smile.“Hm.” Lady Hampton mumbled.John did not move from his spot. The investors around them began to whisper. They saw the Duchess trembling."My daughter, do something!" the Duchess screamed. "He has taken everything! He has frozen our bloodline!"Lady Hampton reached the bottom of the stairs."My mother is emotional." Lady Hampton said. "But she is right about one thing. This is a bold move against an ally.""An ally does not fund the men who try to kill me." John remarked boldly."Is that what this is? Revenge for Marcus Thorne?" Lady Hampton asked as she put her hands together."This is just
Chapter 346: THE COST OF VICTORY
“Where to now, Young Master?” Mr. Shack asked as the car started, his eyes scanning the opulent, deserted driveway of the Hampton estate. The air still felt charged with the aftermath of John’s brutal, surgical victory.“The Raymond Estate,” John said, his voice clipped and decisive, settling deeper into the plush leather of the back seat. “To see my maternal grandmother.”Mr. David, in the front passenger seat, merely nodded, instructing the driver with a single, low word. The car pulled away, leaving the silent, defeated mansion behind. The drive was a study in stillness. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, but inside the car, the silence was heavy, broken only by the low, continuous hum of the engine and the subtle shift of the car's weight as it took corners.John did not look at the city rushing past. His mind was replaying the scene: the Duchess’s shrill, shattering despair; the sight of the secret documents exposing her deals with the Joe-Mafia—a maneuver that didn't
Chapter 347: THE TAKE OUT I
“It was his checkmate, or so he thought,” Lady Hampton smiled. “The marriage contract was your idea, Mother. It was about you gaining power and legitimacy through my bloodline. I never wanted to marry him. And as long as that contract was alive, John would only ever see me as a pawn in your game.”She stopped directly in front of her mother. “But now, I am free of that obligation. He has cut what was holding me to him. We have nothing left to lose. He fought for justice for a dead driver and for the Raymond name.” She continued.“We, however, will fight for blood, for survival, and for the right to hold our heads high. Jerry Martins is still a problem for him, a distraction he’s chasing in the shadows.” Lady Hampton stated.“What are you suggesting?” The Duchess whispered.“He said he took the keys to the fleet, and he offered us the house and a monthly stipend,” Lady Hampton said, tracing the cold stone of the mantelpiece. “He thinks we'll quietly accept our pension and fade into ob
CHAPTER 348: THE TAKE OUT II
“Everything, dear Senator. In his very public and very rude display of moral superiority, John Raymond has painted us as the villains of the story. As you know, villains tend to be messy. And messy villains often leave behind a trail of secrets. Secrets about who they knew. Secrets about who they covered for. Secrets that, for example, explain exactly why your daughter, Cecily, spent six weeks in a Paris hospital four years ago and why the whole thing was quietly settled with a large payment from my mother’s secret bank account to a certain Swiss doctor.”A long, silent, terrifying pause followed. The sound of Vance’s strained breathing was the only evidence he was still on the line.“You wouldn’t dare,” he finally managed, the anger replaced by a terrified whine.“I would, Senator. I have nothing left to lose. I am a desperate woman who has been publicly labeled a villain. And desperate women are dangerous. Your reputation, your career, your wife’s sanity—all of it depends on us stay
CHAPTER 349: RECLAIM LOST HONOUR
“Look at the mess you have created!” John's maternal grandmother quarreled with John, yelling at the top of her voice.John stood up, gripping the edge of his mahogany desk. “Grandmother, with all due respect, I didn’t create this mess. I inherited a crime syndicate and spent a decade cleaning it. What you are witnessing is a reaction to my attempts at reform.”“Reform is a soft word for ‘weakness,’ John,” his maternal grandmother countered, her voice dangerously smooth. “You allowed that Hampton woman to get close. You allowed Martins to think he had a future. Now she's funding a smear campaign, and he’s stolen the one document that keeps the entire structure from collapsing. You are fighting a public relations war when you should be fighting a real one.”“I am punishing those who used unjust methods to climb onto my throne,” John stated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Lady Hampton’s methods are nothing but social and political blackmail—the exact same weapons my father used.
Chapter 350: A DANGEROUS ALLY
“You now represent an acceptable risk, Lady Clarice,” Mr. Finch said, without emotion. “As his wife, you will be silenced by the law of spousal privilege, and your money will be merged with his, stopping the Evans lawsuit and the Senate inquiry with his executive authority. He has checkmated you. Again.”Mr. Finch turned and left. Lady Hampton stood frozen, staring at the contract. She spent the next few hours not panicking, but in a cold, desperate planning session. She called Senator Vance and simply told him the war wasn't over, just changing location. She ordered her own legal team to prepare for the marriage, with one crucial, non-negotiable term added to the prenuptial agreement which the only term John, in his overconfidence, would never reject: total, unsupervised access to the John Raymond Personal Library and Archive.The hours disappeared. Midnight passed. Lady Hampton sat in her room, watching the clock tick toward her own forced wedding.Then, the true surprise arrived, n