The gunshots echoed within the restaurant, making everyone scamper out with their tails between their legs. Meanwhile, Jack and Kate crouched the instant they heard the first gunfire. While Jane stood to take the first two hits from the assassins, Brandon overturned the table and used it as a shield.As Jack hid behind the table, his heart thumped several times. He'd seen Jane take the bullet that was meant for him—she wouldn't survive, except she was a superhuman. Why did she have to do that?A few bullets peppered the table, causing him to shrink. But that was all. There were no more gunfires as everything descended into silence. He glanced at Brandon who was sitting on the ground, his pistol drawn, and asked, “What's going on?”“An assassination,” he replied as he stood up gradually, to assess the situation.‘I know that,’ Jack said inwardly, taking a cold breath. ‘I was asking about Jane… Jane…’“Jane…” he said the name aloud, but didn't mind as he stood up. His eyes widened when

When the bomb exploded, Jack thought Brian would continue to chase after him. His breath hitched because he knew he'd be killed… Apart from the bomb, he didn't think he'd come with any other weapon. He was betting on the Trillionaire System to revive him, but he wasn't so sure it would. After all, it has introduced merit points for revival.The SUV behind him slowed down rapidly, till there was a considerable distance between them. He watched it turn around and zoom off toward the Pitchfork Gang warehouse, which just exploded.All this while, Jack's heart was racing. He'd successfully killed Hugh and several Pitchfork Gang members… But there was another problem: The remaining ones, like Brian, would come after him. Also, the police would investigate the issue and tie him to the explosion. If that happened, he didn't think Jane would be able to help him.A bead of sweat slid down his forehead and he quickly wiped it off with his left hand. His eyes focused on the road, his muscles taut

Edward and the nine other servants stood before Jack, their hands clasped at their backs. Although their new boss had asked them to feel free around him, they still found it hard to do so. They'd seen the man's achievements and knew how powerful he was… Someone like him should be revered like a god.“Master, I've gathered all the servants like you requested,” Edward said with a bow.Among the servants, there were five maids, a male chef, and three gardeners. All of them didn't seem older than thirty—perhaps, they were in their mid-twenties.Jack sat on the couch, his eyes fixated on the faces of the servants. “You do not have to be tense, you know,” he said. He didn't know how many times he'd make this clear to them. Obviously, it'd take a long period of time for them to feel free around him finally. After all, Rome wasn't built in one day… Or was the original saying a little different?“I called you here for a reason,” he continued. “I learned from Edward here that Winston never paid

The morning sun filtered through the glass windows of the bedroom, casting long, sharp shadows across the mahogany desk where Jack Neuman sat. His eyes were fixated on the thick envelope Jane had just dropped in front of him.Jane muttered, her voice in the same neutral tone. “Service of Process. Just as you'd anticipated, Winston’s legal team filed at dawn. They're swinging for the fences this time, Sir. Murder, racketeering, and illegal corporate acquisitions.”He was supposed to feel a pang of anger—perhaps, even fear. Instead, he had a cold smile plastered across his face. He was gloating over Winston's defeat inwardly, seeing how the man had played right into his traps. It was only a matter of time… just a—Jack shook the thought to the back of his mind and broke the seal. His eyes scanned the summons as he muttered, “Two O'clock in the Afternoon.”That was when the hearing was set. Winston wasn't just trying to put him in a cell anymore; he was trying to destroy the empire Jack

Jack threw another feast to celebrate his victory. That night he took his time to enjoy himself, seeing how he'd dedicated himself to taking Winston down. The entire mansion vibrated with music and the aroma of different dishes filled the atmosphere.It was so noisy inside that he had to step outside onto the balcony, propping himself against the banister with his elbows. He gazed at the starry night and heaved out a long sigh of relief.Soon, Margaret joined him outside, a glass of wine in her right hand. She stood beside him and gazed at the sky as well.“I never dreamt of this day,” she said, letting out a sigh. “I mean, everything seems like a dream.”Jack jolted into reality, tilting his head at her. He hadn't noticed his sister's presence till now. He chuckled, “Neither did I. I was quite comfortable with my previous life… the one before I went bankrupt.”“You bought all those companies, Jack,” she said. “You managed to throw him into prison… And not just him, but some of his mo