In the afternoon, Jack and his inner circle were already heading back to Kansas City… Their three-day vacation had come to an end. Although he and his entourage were more than willing to return, Margaret felt bad about leaving. She was sulking, complaining about how they should have just stayed there.“When the time comes, Little Sis,” Jack said with a sigh. “When the time comes…”He was still far away from achieving his plans… He couldn't just give up everything for enjoyment—not when people like Winston were still in power.A few hours later the luxurious Rolls-Royce was already veering into Jack's estate at Kansas City, its tyres rolling across the driveway toward the garage. Edward and the other servants were already waiting for them, watching as they got out of the car.“Good morning, Master!” They all greeted with bright smiles.Jack returned the smile, walking toward them. “Morning… I'm so glad to be back.”“Your presence was really missed, it felt like ages,” Edward said, smil

Jack walked out of the mansion, heading for a black sedan that was parked in the garage. He heard light footsteps and turned around, his eyes squinting… Kate, Brandon, and Jane were all standing behind him.“Are you going somewhere, Boss?” Kate asked, folding her arms.“Yes,” he replied, adjusting his tailored suit.“Who's gonna drive you there?” She furrowed her brows. “You know I'm the expert driver here.”“I don't need an expert,” Jack replied. “Not now…”“Sir, I have to remind you that you're not safe,” Jane said. “That's still Winston and his remaining ally are taken care of.”“His remaining ally?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He figured out that Ally would be the unknown caller stalking him.“That's right,” she replied. “He's Damien, Winston’s elder brother.”“Winston has an elder brother?” He narrowed his eyes. One evil brother was vile, but two? It was unfair, even for a rotten city like Kansas.Jane blinked, answering. “Yes. And he's more ruthless than Winston. I believe he'

The forest was silent except for the gunshots echoing in Jack's ears. He stood frozen in place, his heart thumping behind his chest. Although he'd believed Jane would come in time to rescue him, he hadn't expected David to shoot too quickly. The man had been consumed by rage, taking action faster than he'd anticipated.He tilted his head backward, the figures of David and the junior officer appearing in his field of vision. They held their bleeding arms, groaning in pain. Obviously, they didn't have the time to shoot before they were taken down.“Well, well, well,” Jack smiled as he saw Jane step forward, Brandon, and Kate behind her. She looked at David first, her teeth gritting.Was she furious? He didn't know. But she gritted her teeth and said, “You just turned a lawful arrest into an attempted execution.”David gripped his arm tightly, blood seeping out through the gaps between his fingers. “You don't understand!” He spat through pain. “You don't understand what you're dealing wi

Jack woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. The sunlight spilled into his room, basking it in warmth. A pale orange luminance embraced everything, making it ethereal. “Beautiful,” he muttered to himself, lying in bed for a few minutes. He'd always enjoyed moments like this—when the sun was rising. He couldn't help but imagine himself sitting on a throne, looking down on everyone who had mocked him… The sun would shine around him, basking in the same luminance. A knock on his door jolted him from his fantasy, making him frown slightly. He'd specifically asked everyone not to trouble him… Why were they knocking on the door then? With a grunt, he answered, “Come in.” The door opened and Jane stepped in. She was wearing a tailored suit, her hands clasped behind her. This time, she had black hair and a pair of brown eyes, unlike the contact lenses she usually wore. Jack couldn't help but crease his brows, wondering if those were real. Jane always disguised herself; it was i

The next day Jack felt like heading out into the city. He was already tired of staying cooped up in the Neuman estate like a prisoner. He was wealthy now and didn't have to overwork himself; if he developed a terminal illness from stress, Winston would be the one to win. So, he decided to take a rest today… He soon realized that the vacation in the Ozark Mountains had been too short.As usual, he wore a black tailored suit and walked toward the black sedan in the garage. His mind drifted to the safehouse, recalling the dozens of vehicles sitting there. He couldn't help but wonder how Winston had gotten his hands on those.‘Well, I don't care,’ he said as he stopped by the side of the car. ‘Now all his wealth is mine…’He was about to get into the car when his elite team walked toward him. He noticed Jane staring at him with narrowed eyes, as if she was thinking about something.“Boss, you can't possibly think of going anywhere without us!” Kate protested as she edged past Jack into th