Jack stopped his vintage Triumph motorcycle in the underground parking garage of a downtown office building. The address Selena had sent led him to the private floor of her agent, Ralph Decker.Ralph's agency managed some of the biggest names in modeling and music. After Selena's big break, he was the first to contact and sign her.Jack pushed open the heavy glass door marked 'Ralph Decker Talent Management' and stepped inside. Selena was already there, pacing in front of a large oak desk, her hands twisting together in anxiety.Ralph sat behind the desk, a fat middle-aged man in an expensive suit with a receding hairline and shifty eyes.Selena rushed forward the second she saw him. "Jack, thank God you came. Ralph received a screenshot of the pictures from a blackmailer. They're demanding ten million dollars to delete them. Otherwise, they'll release the files in public!"Jack's gaze moved from Selena to Ralph and back again. The office walls were lined with framed magazine covers o

Selena looked at Jack, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. She knew he was strong and could fight the guards if it came to that, but there was no need for angering Ralph any further. The agent had connections that could ruin her life with a single phone call. She stepped closer to Jack and spoke in a trembling voice. "You should apologize. The claims you're making are ridiculous. Ralph has been with me for a while and would never do something like this. Please, just say you are sorry so we can end this nightmare." Jack stood perfectly still. His expression remained calm, almost bored. "I am not going to apologize since I am confident of my claims. In fact, I can prove that Ralph is the blackmailer." Ralph burst into loud, mocking laughter. He leaned back against his desk with arms crossed, trying to look in control. "Go on and prove it then." "If you can't, my guards will beat you up anyway. Selena, tell this fool to stop wasting our time and get out before I lose my patience

Selena looked like she would faint any second. Her face had gone deathly pale, and her body swayed as if the ground beneath her feet had turned to quicksand.The beauty stared at the dead bodies of the dozen dead thugs, then at Ralph's finger hovering over the red button on the desk.Two impossibly awful choices stared back at her. One, to shed her womanly dignity and virginity and shoot a porn video with Ralph. On the other hand, she could lose her entire career and become a subject of public contempt if those topless pictures were leaked. Her hands trembled at her sides, her nails digging into her palms until they left red crescents.She turned to Jack helplessly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I surrender everything to you. I don't know what to do."Jack's expression was stone. He took his time to respond, letting the heavy silence stretch across the blood-stained office. Ralph's finger twitched closer to the button, his cruel smile widening.Jack finally spoke, cutting throug

Everyone in the sitting room stared at David Cross as if he had just suggested they set the mansion on fire for warmth.Even Grandfather Donald's face contorted, his brows knitting together in disbelief. Richard shifted uncomfortably in his chair, while Lydia and Cathy exchanged quick, uncertain glances.Juliet spoke up. "Have you lost your mind, David? Marry you right now, in the middle of this crisis? The answer was no earlier, and it will be NO always!"David held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Hear me out, Juliet. If you're legally my wife, we can oppose Johnny with the combined strength of both families.""The Cross empire has political connections. We could release a statement immediately—announce the marriage, and perhaps even float the rumor that you're already pregnant.""Johnny won't risk coming after a married woman carrying another man's child. It would make him look like a desperate fool in front of the world."Dean Drummonds cleared his throat and stepped forward,

Jack stood in the smoke and twisted metal without so much as a flinch. Guns were pointed at his chest from every angle, the fingers tight on triggers, yet his face showed nothing.Not fear. Not anger. Just a quiet stillness that made the air in the bunker feel ominous of something horrible about to happen.Jack's gaze slid past the men, past Greg, and settled on the cot where Juliet lay. The top button of her blouse hung open. Her skin looked pale under the harsh fluorescent lights.She trembled, eyes half-closed, the drug still dragging her under. Looking at his fiancée in this condition, something in Jack's expression changed.A muscle jumped in his jaw. His shoulders settled lower, like a man who had just decided something final and extreme.One of the enforcers muttered, "Jesus, his eyes are glowing—" but the words died as Greg's voice cracked through the room like a whip."FIRE!"Bullets tore through the air. However, Jack wasn't in his position anymore. He moved faster than any