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Chapter 34. The Public Mockery
"Did you really think hiring a fake hero on live television would save your collapsing business, Jack?" Thomas asked softly, his voice echoing calmly into his mobile phone as he walked down the steps of the Valmoria Media Center.On the other end of the line, miles away in his top-floor tower office, Jack Hill gripped his private phone so hard. His breathing was heavy, fast, and jagged. Sweat dripped down his nose, soaking his expensive desk blotter."Thomas..." Jack rasped out, his throat feeling like dry sand. "How... How do you know about the ten men? I used an offshore satellite phone. I paid the men in international gold bars.""Because your world is small, Jack," Thomas replied smoothly, stepping out onto the sunlit city sidewalk. "And your time is running out. Tell George and Edward to clean up their mess before I clean it for them."CLICK.Thomas ended the call, slipping the phone back into his coat pocket. He didn't even turn back to look at the Media Center, where siren
Chapter 33. The Fake "God of War" Impostor
"I just have good aim, Chairwoman," Thomas replied softly, taking a calm sip from his glass of water.Jessamy Sterling stared into Thomas’s deep, dark eyes. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she saw only total tranquility on his handsome face. She knew in her core that no simple civilian possessed such terrifying, effortless control. Yet, respecting his unspoken desire for secrecy, she lowered her head slightly and smiled. "Good aim can save lives, Mr. Green. I will remember that."***The very next morning, the city's financial markets were in absolute turmoil. Desperate to stop their plunging stock prices after George Smith's scandal, George and his brother-in-law Edward Johnson gathered their remaining family funds for one final, insane gamble.At two o'clock in the afternoon, the auditorium of the Valmoria Media Center was packed with over two hundred journalists, flashing camera lights, and live television crews broadcasting across the entire country.George Smith sat a
Chapter 32. The Secret Recognition
"Or am I mistaken?" Chairwoman Jessamy Sterling thought to herself, her heart thumping heavily as she stared at the quiet man standing by the sunlit window.She stood frozen in Mia Wright's office, her golden hair reflecting the morning light, her eyes fixed entirely on Thomas Green. Three years ago, deep inside a high-security national archive, she had read classified reports about elite, shadow-level special operatives who guarded the nation's highest borders. That relaxed, perfectly balanced posture... that quiet, unshakeable stance... it matched the described profile of a top-secret operative. But could this simple, softly spoken civilian really be one of those high-level legends, or was it just a strange coincidence?Jessamy quickly bent down, picking up her gold pen from the wooden floor and smoothing her dark navy suit. She smiled politely at Mia. "Forgive me, Miss Wright. A sudden dizzy spell. In any case, your business accounts are officially restored. To celebrate, I am
Chapter 31. Introduction of Jessamy Sterling
"Freeze every single corporate account belonging to Veritas Beauty by noon." George Smith barked into his phone, his trembling fingers gripping a fountain pen inside his private study.With the Thorne family ruined and Jack Hill consumed by paranoia, George Smith was terrified. He knew that without money, Mia Wright could not purchase raw materials or pay her distribution staff. Using his long-standing ties with the regional banking union, George intended to choke Veritas Beauty financially before Thomas Green could take another step against his family."It's already in motion, Mr. Smith," the corrupt regional bank manager replied over the line. "We flagged her account for suspicious international transfers. Her funds will be completely locked by two o'clock."George let out a harsh, desperate laugh. "Good. Let's see how cool Thomas Green stays when his woman's company cannot pay a single utility bill."What George did not know was that a private jet from the capital had landed at
Chapter 30. The Paranoia Grows
"Your snipers need better positions, Jack."The quiet, tranquil voice over the private landline phone shattered the silence of the top-floor office like a glass bottle breaking against stone.Jack Hill’s hand trembled so violently that the receiver rattled against his ear. Sweat poured down his temples, soaking the collar of his designer shirt. His chest heaved up and down as if he had just run a miles-long marathon in the burning heat."Thomas..." Jack choked out, his throat dry as dust, his voice cracking with terror. "How... how did you get this private number?""You spent thirty years ruling the underworld from behind a desk, Jack," Thomas replied softly, his voice carrying an unshakeable, freezing depth over the static line. "You thought sending three shooters to a crowded plaza would solve your problems. But you forgot one simple rule."Jack gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles turning pale."W-What rule?""When you hunt a predator," Thomas whispered calmly, "...you sh
Chapter 29. Jack Hill’s Direct Strike
"If you want a dog killed properly, stop sending useless street trash to do a lion's job," Jack Hill growled into his desk phone, his gold ring clicking sharply against the glass desk.Jack Hill—the shadowy syndicate boss who had secretly financed the Johnson family's corporate schemes and supplied mercenaries to the Thorne Empire—sat on the top floor of the fifty-story Hill Tower overlooking the central plaza of Valmoria. His face was cold, his thick grey hair neatly combed back, and his eyes held the ruthless hunger of a man who had ruled the city's underworld for thirty years.Beside him stood three tall executive assistants holding dark binoculars and champagne flutes."The three marksmen are in position on the surrounding rooftops, Mr. Hill," his chief assistant reported quietly, pointing toward the plaza five hundred feet below. "These are top-tier foreign professionals. They don't miss. By nine o'clock, Thomas Green's heart will stop beating, and Mia Wright's business will ha
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