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Sunlight streamed through Jaxon’s bedroom window, casting light on the black suit he had laid out on the chair. In his hand, he held a cup of coffee, his mind busy calculating the strategy for the day.

“Mr. Jaxon, there’s news,” Axton’s voice broke the silence. He stood at the doorway, his face slightly tense. “The shooter who attacked Callie… has been caught.”

Jaxon looked at him, expression calm but eyes sharp. “Good. Make sure the police officers you’re working with secure him immediately. Don’t leave any gaps.”

Axton swallowed hard. “Sir… are you sure you want to step into the Moretti family like this? The risks are huge, especially with Vincent…”

Jaxon gave a thin smile, emphasizing each word. “Why worry, Axton? This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. I want my mother’s killer revealed. I can devise a new strategy, and if it works… at the very least, my ideas will make Frans comply. I’ll gain access to everything I need. Trust me—this is part of my plan.”

Axton bowed his head

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That morning, the air in Sanbergh was faintly misty. The sky was a pale gray, like a mirror reflecting something unfinished. Jaxon stood before the glass tower of the Moretti Group—a twenty-eight-story building that loomed high, reflecting the cold light of a sun reluctant to rise. His black suit fit perfectly across the shoulders, his tie neat, his expression calm. Beneath that calm, however, something far sharper hid: a plan.He looked at his reflection in the glass lobby wall. There was no longer any trace of the “cleaning service” in his eyes. Today, he came not as a servant but as Frans Moretti’s personal investment advisor—a position that placed him at the very heart of the man’s empire. The same man he had hated for two decades.“May I help you, sir?” the receptionist’s voice broke through his thoughts.“Jaxon Hale,” he said flatly, showing the temporary ID card Axton had prepared. “I have an appointment with Mr. Moretti.”The woman immediately stood and bowed politely. “Of cou
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After leaving Frans’ house, Jaxon decided to unwind at the PnM Club. The neon lights outside reflected off his black suit as he approached the entrance, the muffled thump of bass and chatter spilling into the street.As he was about to step into the VVIP area, a sudden cry for help from the adjacent room froze him in his tracks. Without hesitation, Jaxon pushed the door open and found Callie, visibly terrified, cornered by a man who looked far too comfortable asserting himself.Jaxon’s fist connected sharply with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling. “Stay back,” Jaxon said coldly, eyes scanning to ensure no further threats lingered.Callie’s wide eyes met his. “Why are you here? You’re supposed to be—resting, aren’t you?”“I could ask the same about you,” Jaxon replied, tone neutral. “You should be recuperating.”Callie crossed her arms, a hint of mischief creeping into her expression. “I was bored. Thought I’d come here for some excitement. And why is a cleaning service barging into
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Sunlight streamed through Jaxon’s bedroom window, casting light on the black suit he had laid out on the chair. In his hand, he held a cup of coffee, his mind busy calculating the strategy for the day.“Mr. Jaxon, there’s news,” Axton’s voice broke the silence. He stood at the doorway, his face slightly tense. “The shooter who attacked Callie… has been caught.”Jaxon looked at him, expression calm but eyes sharp. “Good. Make sure the police officers you’re working with secure him immediately. Don’t leave any gaps.”Axton swallowed hard. “Sir… are you sure you want to step into the Moretti family like this? The risks are huge, especially with Vincent…”Jaxon gave a thin smile, emphasizing each word. “Why worry, Axton? This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. I want my mother’s killer revealed. I can devise a new strategy, and if it works… at the very least, my ideas will make Frans comply. I’ll gain access to everything I need. Trust me—this is part of my plan.”Axton bowed his head
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Callie lay on the bed, her left arm wrapped in a thick bandage, her face pale but slowly coming out of shock. Frans and Vincent were already there, both having rushed out of their cars when they heard about the shooting.The moment Vincent spotted Jaxon, he stepped forward, his face flushed with rage. Without waiting for words, his fist shot toward Jaxon.“This is all your fault, Jaxon! How could you let something like this happen?!” Vincent shouted as he punched Jaxon in the chest.Jaxon raised his hand and blocked the blow quickly, keeping his composure even as his heart rate spiked.“Vincent, calm down!” Frans shouted, stepping forward to restrain his son. “What the hell is this? Jaxon just saved my daughter!”“But… he—!” Vincent started to argue, but Jaxon cut him off.“Calm down, Mr. Frans. This isn’t my business,” Jaxon said in a cool, clipped tone.Vincent sneered, stepped aside and spat insults.“Look at you! You’re just some cleaning guy, and now you’re acting like a hero! Wh
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Jaxon sat on a chair slightly higher than the sofa, surrounded by Frans and some of Callie’s father’s business associates. The atmosphere started calm, but tension slowly crept in.“So… who are you really, Jaxon?” Frans asked seriously. “Where are you from? Family, education?”Jaxon took a deep breath, meeting Frans’s gaze calmly. “Actually… I’ve been living in an orphanage since I was a child, sir. I don’t have any close family. I learned a lot there, and now… well, I just want to work hard, learn, and be useful.”For a moment, the room went silent. A few of Frans’s colleagues exchanged glances, trying to gauge whether Jaxon was telling the truth or hiding something.One of the colleagues, a middle-aged man in a neat suit, raised his eyebrows. “Hmm… interesting. So, what kind of business ideas do you usually think about, Jaxon? If you don’t mind, do you have a different perspective?”Jaxon nodded. “Of course. For instance, family business diversification. Many focus too much on a sin
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A black taxi glided to a stop in front of the Moretti mansion. The late-afternoon light bounced off the glass and ornate walls, throwing a warm sheen across the driveway. Inside the car, Jaxon adjusted his tie and glanced in the small mirror, exhaling slowly. When he stepped onto the walkway, his impeccable black suit and polished shoes immediately drew attention.One of the groundskeepers paused mid-step, eyes widening. “Hey… who’s that?”“No idea, but look at his clothes. Must be expensive…” another murmured.“Hey, you—are you new here?” a guest woman sauntered up to Jaxon with a flirtatious look. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”“Um, nice to meet you,” Jaxon answered.The woman circled him like a hungry lion, until a voice interrupted and made her stop.“Jaxon!” Callie appeared in the doorway, descending the marble steps with graceful poise, her stiletto heels tapping the floor with confident rhythm.Her gaze landed on Jaxon and froze for a moment. A flash of the club night cr

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