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Chapter 232: Balcony Shadows!
Later that evening, the Sky Tower was quieter than usual. The storm of accusations, confessions, and uneasy alliances had left everyone drained, scattering them to their corners of the floor to process in silence.Celestine had slipped away to the balcony. Wrapped in a cardigan, she leaned on the cool glass rail, letting the night wind brush her face. The city glittered far below — endless headlights, neon veins pulsing with life — but it felt distant, like she was watching a different world entirely.Behind her, footsteps creaked softly against the marble. She turned.Jack stood in the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets, his face adorned with a smile that was captured in the pale glow of the balcony lights.“Hey,” he said simply, moving closer.“Hey,” she replied, her voice cautious but not cold.Jack stopped a few feet away, his gaze flicking past her shoulder to the sprawl of the capital below. “Thank you. For earlier.”Celestine tilted her head, uncertain. “For what?”“Fo
Chapter 231: Jack’s Confession!
For a long while, the room was wrapped in the uneasy rhythm of silence, everyone caught between disbelief and the strange weight of the Lewis siblings’ words.Jack lifted his head, his voice low but steady — the kind of voice that belonged to a man who had held something too long in the dark.“There’s more you don’t know,” he began. His eyes moved from Jackson to Andrew, then briefly to James before settling back on the floor. “My father… he has allies. Not just businessmen. Not politicians. Men in foreign suits. I saw them with my own eyes — Russians, Israelis, Chinese — meeting him behind closed doors, here in the capital. They came to our house like shadows, no press, no announcement. They weren’t here for the presidential elections. They weren’t here for trade. They came for one thing: you, Jackson.”The words hit like a crack of thunder.James bristled immediately, crossing his arms tight across his chest. “Convenient. You expect us to believe you suddenly grew a conscience and
Chapter 230: Masks and Motives!
The doors opened wide, and Samantha Lewis stepped in first. Gone was her usual pristine elegance. Her navy sheath dress was wrinkled, streaked faintly with dust, and her hair—once always perfectly pinned—hung loose in uneven strands as if she hadn’t bothered with it in days. The faint sheen on her skin wasn’t from makeup but from sweat, the kind born of travel, fear, and sleepless nights. She looked less like the untouchable daughter of Don Lewis she once projected and more like someone cornered, running, trying to keep her poise alive by sheer will.Jack followed close behind, and his condition only deepened the impression. His shirt was rumpled, the collar askew. Stubble darkened his jaw, and shadows under his eyes made him look older. His hands shoved deep into his pockets and they weren't casual—they were the stance of a man trying to anchor himself, trying not to betray the anxiety in the jittery set of his shoulders. His gaze flicked across the room, restless and defensive.Ja
Chapter 229: A Plan to Set Things Right!
Jackson stood by the tall windows of Sky Tower’s lounge, the city lights spread beneath him like broken constellations. His reflection in the glass looked older than he felt — lines of exhaustion carved deep, the weight of choices pressing down on his shoulders.Behind him, the table was set. Not for business, but for something else—a gathering of his friends. A peaceful evening, so he could eventually set things right.He had called James first. Then Andrew. Nancy and Hailey too. They’d hesitated, but each of them had come.When the knock came, Jackson turned. James entered first, his eyes already sharp with the lecture he hadn’t delivered yet. Andrew followed, quieter but no less intense, his hands shoved into his pockets. Nancy swept in with a frown softened only by worry, and Hailey trailed behind her, biting her lip but offering Jackson a small, fragile smile.“Thanks for coming,” Jackson said, his voice low, careful.James didn’t bother to sit right away. “This better not be an
Chapter 228: The Resistant One!
Mr. Copper and Dr. Sam stopped just outside Celestine’s room, close enough to hear the steady pulse of the heart monitor through the wall, but far enough that their words would not carry back to her or Jackson.“I think she’s the one,” Dr. Sam said first, his voice low but weighted with certainty.Copper turned his head slowly, the deep lines in his face tightening. “You mean the resistant one?”“Yes.” Dr. Sam’s answer was immediate, his eyes narrowing as though even saying it aloud carried danger. “Her DNA… it’s unlike anything I’ve studied before. It’s coded strangely—almost reversed. It mirrors the same shift Philip’s body underwent after he stumbled upon the Flameborn. Only with her, it’s not temporary. It’s permanent. Written into her blood.”Copper exhaled hard through his nose, the sound more like a growl than a sigh. The revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. He pressed his palm against the wall as though steadying himself against the weight of it. “So you’re saying… there’s
Chapter 227: Questions Without Answers!
The room hummed with the faint buzz of machinery as the last scan flickered across the monitor. A thin green line danced up and down on the screen, steady, unyielding, almost too perfect. The doctor, Sam Simpson—an older man whose years in medicine had carved deep grooves in his face—stood still for a long while, staring as if waiting for the machine to correct itself.Sam Simpson was an old friend of Copper and Philip Hart while Philip was still alive. As a mater of fact, he was the doctor who attended to Philip all through his life time down to the day he died.He had been out of the country for over a year and had just returned three days ago. Copper had called him in when Jackson called to report what had happened, as the only doctor he could trust with such sensitive issues was Sam.Copper had not been himself all day as he was still trying to make sense of what could be responsible for Celestine's immunty, and the only thing that could come to his mind was the possibility that
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