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Chapter 300: Don Lewis’ Manipulation!
“News?” Samantha repeated, her voice flat, though her pulse quickened. “What news are you talking about?”Don Lewis gave a soft, almost amused chuckle. “Oh, come now, Samantha. Don’t act difficult. You always were the stubborn one. I’m talking about Jackson, of course. Or haven’t you realized how deep he’s gotten himself this time?”Samantha wasn’t surprised as that was the first thing that crossed her mind when she saw that her father was the one calling. “Deep? Since when did you start caring about Jackson? Thought you were always looking for a way to bring him down? Or is there something you are not telling me” She asked.Being Don Lewis’ daughter, Samantha was already used to his kind of games and she knew what calls like this meant and how manipulative Don Lewis always sounded whenever he was on the phone—something she and her late brother, Jack were able to learn from him.“Oh, please,” Don said smoothly. “You think I wouldn’t know what’s going on when Project Atlas is practica
Chapter 299: The News from Andrew!
“How are you feeling now?” Hailey asked Samantha as she stood by the kitchen counter, pouring a glass of water with deliberate care. Her fingers trembled slightly as the stream hit the glass, rippling like her thoughts. She had really felt bad after Celestine accused them of forgetting about her and were only checking on Evans. And even if they wanted to deny it, she knew that part of what Celestine had said was true, and Jackson wasn’t even helping issues at all.He had been so preoccupied with so much lately that he doesn’t even seem to consider them his friends anymore, except when he finds himself in a difficult situation.With so much going on in her head, she carried the glass of water over to the couch where Samantha sat — her usually fierce, sharp-eyed demeanor dulled into something brittle, almost fragile.Just as Hailey placed the glass down on the table, a sharp knock broke through the silence. Both women startled.Hailey frowned, glancing toward the door. “Who could that
Chapter 298: Fractures and Healings!
“Sam, wait!” Hailey’s voice called behind Samantha quickening in step. “Please, stop!”But Samantha didn’t slow. Not until Hailey’s hand closed around her wrist, yanking her gently but firmly to a stop near the end of the corridor.Samantha turned, her eyes glistening, her lips trembling between rage and heartbreak. “Let me go, Hailey!” she snapped, pulling weakly against her grip. “You don’t understand! I came all the way here to check on him — to make sure he was okay — and the first thing I see is that woman kissing him like I never existed!” Her voice cracked, raw and wounded. “It hurts, Hailey. God, it hurts.”Hailey’s expression softened, her own heart twisting at the sight of her friend breaking apart. “Samantha… I know. But listen to me,” she said gently, her fingers still holding tight to Samantha’s hand. “You can’t jump to conclusions, not right now. You saw what you saw, but you don’t know how it happened.”Samantha blinked through her tears, shaking her head. “I saw enou
Chapter 297: Echoes of the Old War!
“I came because the world’s shifting again,” Vaughan said, lowering himself into the armchair across from Copper’s whiskey table like he owned the place. “And you, old friend, are standing right in the center of the storm. The boy — Jackson Hart. The Flameborn. The Empire. The CIA’s shadow wars. You’ve built yourself a fine mess.”Mr. Copper’s hand hovered over his glass, fingers trembling slightly before he set it down. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Vaughan,” he said, voice low but steady. “And if you came here to gloat, you can leave the same way you came in.”Victor Vaughan chuckled — that deep, cynical sound that always made Copper’s skin crawl. “Oh, come now, Copper,” Vaughan said, crossing one leg over the other. “You and I both know why I’m here. It’s not about the boy. It’s about what lies beneath him — what you’ve both been protecting for far too long.”Copper’s jaw tightened. “You mean Primis.”The name dropped between them like a thunderclap. For a long second
Chapter 296: The Ghost in Copper’s House!
Jackson’s chest heaved as he dragged in air, cold and sharp like glass splinters cutting through his lungs. His sheets were drenched, clinging to him, the rhythm of his heart hammering like a drumbeat against the silence of the penthouse suite.Bella was beside him. Her hand found his shoulder, steady, grounding, the warmth of her touch chasing away the last shreds of the dream. Her eyes searched his face — wide, worried, glistening with the faint reflection of the city lights beyond the window.“Jackson,” she said again, her voice low, urgent. “What happened? You were shouting.”Jackson swallowed hard, his throat tight, dry. He rubbed a trembling hand over his face, trying to steady his breathing. “It was… a dream,” he muttered. “Or maybe something more than that. I don’t know.”Bella sat beside him on the bed, watching as he swung his legs over the side. His bare feet touched the cold marble floor, and he leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, palms pressed against his forehead
Chapter 295: The Heart of Atlas!
The elevator’s hum had long faded, but its echo still lingered in the hollow quiet of Sky Tower’s upper floor. Jackson sat slumped on the edge of the long glass table, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed between his hands. The half-empty glass of whiskey on the counter caught the light from the city below, its golden hue trembling with every shallow breath he took.The air was heavy with silence — the kind that pressed down until it became unbearable.He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there. Minutes. Hours. The anger had burned out, leaving behind only the bitter aftertaste of regret and exhaustion. Copper’s words looped through his mind, sharper each time they replayed: You can’t play both sides forever.He clenched his fists. Maybe Copper was right. Maybe he had gone too far. But what other choice did he have?Just then, the elevator chimed softly behind him — that same sound that had marked Copper’s departure not too long ago. The doors slid open with a hiss, spilling
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