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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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