An hour later, Jack and Margaret were done eating. The waiters came in afterward to clear the table. Again, they asked to offer more services, but he declined.
“Now let's go to our new home,” Jack said, standing up regally. He then glanced at his younger sister, eyebrows raised. As if he'd realized something, he asked, “Do you want to rest first? Or do you still want more food?” Margaret glanced at her bloated stomach, patted it, and belched. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words only came out as satisfactory moans. That, itself, was an answer for Jack. “Alright,” he smiled. “Take your time then. I'll have to head out with Jane and Brandon.” “But… we just got in,” she finally spoke, struggling with her words. Her eyelids were drooping, a sign she was feeling drowsy. That's right, he thought. They hadn't slept well in those past few days. The bankruptcy and their mum's sickness had sucked every iota of rest from them. For the first time, they finally had a chance to do so. “I know,” he walked up to the couch on which she was sitting and sat down. “But… this is very important. If I don't do this…” He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed, and his tone a little colder, “They'll continue living in peace.” “Who… are you talking about?” She asked, her head lowering slowly. “Those people who made our life hell,” he replied, his eyes fixated on his sister. “You know… we can now have a comfortable life…” she said, her voice a whisper. “No need for revenge…” No need for revenge, he repeated the words, a sigh escaping his lips. A brief moment later, he shook his head slowly and muttered, “You won't understand, Little Sis. You're just sixteen.” There was no answer. The young teenager was already fast asleep, eyes shut tightly. Her lips were curled into a smile, a happy expression on her face. Seeing this gripped Jack with a sense of warmth. He stood up slowly and patted her head, saying, “Sleep well, because from now on, you won't have to suffer again.” It wasn't just a statement, but a promise to her… one which he believed he'd be able to keep, till his last breath. And with the Trillionaire System, he felt nothing was impossible for him to achieve. All the wealth in the world at his fingertips— He spun around, his eyes drifting to Jane and Brandon. They were standing still, their eyes staring straight ahead. “I have some news for you, sir,” Jane said, seeing that he was done speaking with Margaret. “Hit me,” he replied, gladdened by the notifications that kept popping up on his cellphone. “All of Winston Stephen's assets have been successfully acquired and transferred under your name,” she reported. “The only exception is the Night Garden, which you instructed to be left alone. All other assets are now secured and under our management.” “Impressive,” he nodded slowly, praising her. “I made the right decision employing you.” “I won't disappoint you, Sir,” she bowed slightly. “I'll do everything possible to make sure you have your revenge.” She and Brandon were already updated by Jack beforehand. He'd told them everything that had happened, including how he had been shot dead. But he'd instinctively excluded the Trillionaire System, opting for a mysterious entity instead. Soon, Jack raised his eyebrows, asking, “And these trades can't be traced back to me?” “Yes,” she replied. “Transactions were made through the designated firms, and all the documents were legalized. Even if he were to discover and sue you for fraud or extortion, you'd be acquitted.” “And why is that?” He asked. He was a first-class graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Finance, not Law. “Because you never interacted with him directly,” she replied. “Besides, I used legitimate firms as intermediaries, just as you asked. This creates a legal butter.” “Heh,” Jack laughed at the term. “A legal buffer…” “Yes, Sir,” she nodded. “Jane, let's say I called him earlier,” he raised an eyebrow. “Then, I revealed to him I was the one who purchased his companies.” “You're still safe,” Jane said, her tone perfectly neutral. “Even though he recorded the call and has witnesses who overheard it, it proves nothing. There is no direct proof linking you to the acquisition.” Jack listened, his eyes transfixed on her. “And if he actually recorded the call, you can sue him,” she continued. “That is illegal.” “Wow, you left no loose ends…” he smiled, his eyes narrowing in delight. “You really graduated with top honors.” He'd read Jane’s files thoroughly. Just like him, she was exceptionally intelligent and strategic. She'd organized mock corporate takeovers and managed student investment funds. She was a first-class graduate with a Bachelor's degree in Finance and Corporate Law. She was said to have done her internships in top firms afterward. This was why he'd trusted her with the position of his personal assistant. And this was also why she'd been able to professionally acquire an entire criminal empire from Winston Stephen through legitimate firms. There were indeed no loose ends, just as he'd said. “You also graduated with top honors,” Jane said. “Yeah,” Jack replied. “I remember us being academic rivals. So sad I didn't study Corporate Law.” He fell silent, his eyes drifting to Margaret again. He'd planned to do something else in the evening, but he couldn't leave his sister alone. He'd just become wealthy, so he had to spend a little time with his only family… to make up for all his mistakes in the past. “Sir?” He heard Jane calling him, his eyes blinking. He'd been deep in thought, he'd actually failed to hear his personal assistant talking to him. “Sorry?” He creased an eyebrow. “You were saying?” “Winston would definitely hire lawyers to dig,” she said. “And this would lead to cases of espionage, sabotage, or intelligence gathering.” “Oh,” he nodded slowly in realization. “So, he'd try to get strong evidence against me.” “Yes,” she replied. “So, you have to be very careful this time.” He thought about how he'd called Winston earlier, a smile creeping up his face. “I will,” he said. “Okay, Sir,” she nodded, and then asked, “Where are we headed? And what plans do you have?” Jack let out a deep sigh, replying, “Nowhere. Let's just lay off for a couple of days… Give Winston a chance to recuperate…” Jane and Brandon glanced at each other, their expressions as neutral as ever. They shared one thought, though: Their boss was a calculating mastermind. “Then, we'll strike,” he clenched his right fist. “We'll strike so hard, he wouldn't be able to recover till death.” The air carried his words, cold and sharp. Though his expression was calm, his two employees understood the danger inherent… He was cunning, like the devil himself.Latest Chapter
Chapter Seventy-Two: A Perilous Situation and Blooming Situationship
Jane was about to leave when the iron door of the Beetle Anvil bar shut behind her. She felt the atmospheric pressure inside the tavern shift entirely, the low rumbling hum of casual criminal chatter dying down instantly. It was replaced by a sudden, unnatural stillness that made the air feel thick and heavy.‘Something’s wrong…’ she thought, narrowing her eyes.Unbeknownst to Jane, Philemon was never just a low-level, terrified scout caught off guard by a sleek revolver. The moment the cold steel of her revolver left his flesh, the trembling coward ice-melted away. A cold, calculating grin carved its way onto his scarred face. Keeping his hands perfectly steady and hidden beneath the sticky, alcohol-soaked bar counter, he firmly pressed a hidden transmitter button linked directly to an encrypted underground network.Two miles away, buried deep beneath the cold stone foundations of the 4th Street cathedral, a high-tech terminal buzzed with that exact frequency. Darlington Campbell lea
Chapter Seventy-One: A Detour Through the Valley of Death
The quiet hum of the Rolls-Royce engine was the only sound inside the luxury cabin as the flashing lights of Kansas City's central district began to fade in the rearview mirror.Jack sat back against the leather seat, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee. The dark, confident smile he had worn while leaving Mary Greene behind had settled into a sharp, contemplative line.He was quietly thinking about the Mayor's words, wondering what had led the man to think he'd agree to his offer. When did Mayor Garrick conceive the notion that he was afraid of being exposed?Beside him, the blush on Jane's cheeks had faded, replaced by the rigid posture of a professional waiting for orders. She knew Jack too well… Anytime he assumed a serious expression, a plan was brewing. It was only a matter of time before he came up with something and shared it with them…or better still, gave her a task.“I never expected you to do that,” she finally said.“Do what?” Jack asked.“Refuse the Mayor's offer
Chapter Seventy: The Mayor's Offer
The thick, heavy silence that had settled over the ballroom upon Jack's entrance slowly began to fracture. A low murmur of voices replaced it. Even with James and Mary standing near the front of the room, the gravity of the entire event had completely shifted toward the isolated corner where Jack stood with Jane and Brandon.Jack quietly exhaled, his gaze sharpening as he continued to scan the crowd. Now that Jane was standing close as his official date for the evening, her stunning white dress and the sharp, protective aura she radiated kept the opportunistic guests at a distance.“Boss,” Brandon leaned in, whispering with a serious expression. “This crowd… Please don't trust them.”Jack arched his brows and nodded slowly. “I almost got fooled for a second, thinking they truly respected me. They're all hypocrites, just like most people in the city…”‘They do not love me…’ he added inwardly. ‘They only fear me…’And fear always bred resentment…and then, rebellion.“Don't worry about t
Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Grand Ball
The Grand Municipal Estate sat like a fortress of old money on the highest crest of the city's northern district. Tonight, its towering white marble pillars were bathed in the luminance of hidden ground-lighting… They cast long shadows against the stone facade. A massive limestone fountain bubbled at the center of the curving cobblestone driveway, its cascading waters catching the amber glow of the gas-lit torches lining the perimeter.This was Mayor Garrick BlueBird’s annual birthday gala, the undisputed epicenter of Kansas City’s true power structure.Outside the main entrance, a continuous parade of luxury vehicles drove along the pavement…Custom-armored Cadillac Escalades, pristine Rolls-Royce Phantoms, and low-rumbling Bentleys came to a smooth halt one after the other. The chauffeurs knew their duties and rushed toward the vehicles in crisp white gloves and black vests. They opened the doors, shielding the occupants from the chilling evening breeze.The air outside was thick wit
Chapter Sixty-Eight: Roses are Red
Mary's expression twisted as she watched the news. Her gaze was fixated on the news reporter, Martha, whose expression was stern as she talked on TV.“...Once more we are left with a heavy question in our hearts,” Mary said, her expression becoming solemn… It was as if she'd rehearsed this moment perfectly.She paused, exhaled, and shifted her gaze from the camera. A few seconds passed before she continued. “Are we still safe in Kansas City? Or has this city turned into the Valley of Death?”The news ended there, followed by a soap commercial. Mary was enraged and clenched her fists, flinging the remote across the room. She couldn't take the horrendous news anymore…“H-how can they believe that narrative?!” She asked herself, biting her lips. “Why would they think James is nothing but a corrupt billionaire colluding with criminal suspects…”For an entire week, several news channels had taken turns exposing her husband. It was unknown how they ended up with videos of James and his deal
Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Tycoon’s Ledger
For seven straight days, Kansas City was engulfed in a ruthless media firestorm. The leaked video of billionaire James Whitefield and the corrupt officers of the Kansas City Police Department meeting in that secluded alley on St. Jones Street was all over the news. Every major network, internet blog, and social media platform was screaming about the instant corruption. The public was absolutely furious, and the massive backlash forced the police department’s internal affairs to terminate the officers involved to protect their own skin. James Whitefield’s corporate reputation was burning, and his company’s stock prices were dropping violently by the hour. Financial analysts were already predicting a massive collapse if the board of directors couldn't contain the bleeding. But Jack didn't hear out, even though he was supposed to take out James Whitefield. Instead, he remained at the Neuman mansion, refusing to care about the noise outside. He ignored the media storm, refusing to take
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