2025-04-11 18:18:11As Mr. Webb entered, a wave of submission swept through the lounge. Every head bowed. Employees straightened their backs, hostesses folded their hands, and the music lowered as if the walls themselves knew better than to offend him.
Carl Webb owned this place. Evergreen Lounge was his kingdom, and in his eyes, only the worthy deserved to be in his presence. His gaze was sharp, his stance unwavering—a man accustomed to power, to having the world bend to his will.
Raymond’s girlfriend was enthralled.
This was the kind of power she craved—the command, the respect, the fear. But a part of her wished this was Jerry Haas instead. If Carl Webb commanded this level of submission, she could only imagine what it would be like when Jerry walked into a room.
Carl walked up to Raymond, greeting him with a firm handshake, the kind exchanged between men who knew their places in the hierarchy. But his eyes barely lingered before shifting to the unwelcome presence standing nearby.
Jackson.
Carl’s face darkened.
How had this nobody even made it past the door?
Tricia and the other hostesses stiffened. They knew Carl’s type—men who saw themselves as kings, who despised anything that reminded them of peasants and paupers. Jackson was a stain on the room, a mockery of everything Evergreen Lounge represented.
It was a shame they had let him in at all.
Carl didn’t hesitate.
He closed the distance between himself and Jackson, scanning him from head to toe as if assessing a cockroach on his pristine floor.
Then—a slap.
The second slap of the night.
Jackson’s head snapped to the side, the sharp sting echoing in the suffocating silence of the room.
A barrage of insults followed.
"Miserable fool. Polluting my establishment with your presence."
"You should be licking the floor beneath my feet."
"Who gave you the audacity to confront a VIP? To even breathe the same air as my esteemed guests?"
Carl’s voice dripped with disgust, his words slicing through the room like a blade.
Raymond’s girlfriend was ecstatic.
She laughed, clapped, practically jumped with excitement. This was power. Raw, unfiltered dominance. She loved every second of it. But she couldn't help but imagine—what if it was Jerry instead?
Jackson held his cheek but didn’t flinch.
He simply smiled.
He had done nothing wrong. His entire life, he had asked for just one thing—to be treated like a human being. Yet men like Tyler, Linda, Jonah, Raymond, and Carl always found ways to remind him that, in their eyes, he was nothing.
He swallowed the pain.
He said nothing.
He would wait for Jerry Haas to arrive and finish what he came for.
But Carl wasn’t done yet.
He saw the way Raymond’s girlfriend was looking at him—like a god. And it fueled his pride.
Why stop now?
"Crawl," Carl commanded, his voice thick with arrogance.
The room stilled.
Carl smirked, turning to the exotic woman who was practically wrapped around his arm now.
"Apologize to the lady," he ordered Jackson. "On your knees."
The woman beamed.
This? This was a real man. Someone who could demand submission and get it. She held onto Carl’s arm, forgetting Raymond entirely, waiting for the moment Jackson would bow before her.
But Jackson didn’t move.
He didn’t even blink.
He simply scoffed.
Carl’s smirk disappeared.
This wasn’t just defiance—it was an insult.
His face twisted with rage. "Get him on the ground," he barked at the security team.
Immediately, the head of security and his men seized Jackson, their grips tight and unforgiving. They were just about to force him down when—
DING.
The elevator opened.
And everything stopped.
The music cut out. Conversations died mid-sentence. Glasses were placed down carefully.
A collective chill ran through the room.
Carl’s heart skipped.
He already knew.
Only one man could command this kind of silence.
Jerry Haas.
Jerry rushed out of the elevator, which was unusual, as he always walked majestically. His move this time could only mean one thing to everyone who saw him—there was trouble.
Jerry Haas is the head of management at Sky Tower; he was two hundred million dollars shy from a billionaire. He was powerful and highly connected, especially since everyone knows he worked for the subordinate of the owner of Sky Tower.
Also, he was highly respected by everyone.
Carl’s face tightened. He quickly signaled the security to keep things quiet. If Mr. Haas saw this mess, he’d be humiliated. Worse—he could lose everything.
The woman’s grip on Carl loosened.
Her eyes widened as she adjusted herself, hoping to look as irresistible as possible. This was her moment.
But Jerry wasn’t looking at her.
He wasn’t looking at Carl.
He was looking at Jackson.
Then, to the horror of everyone in the room—
He bowed.
A full 90-degree bow.
"Mr. Hart, I am deeply sorry for my lateness. Please forgive your humble servant!"
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Chapter 729: The Healing
The days that followed the battle were filled with quiet reflection and slow healing.Jackson stood in the garden of the Hart estate, the morning sun casting a warm glow across the roses. The shadows that had once darkened the grounds were gone, replaced by a sense of peace that had been absent for so long. But the weight of loss still lingered.Sophia's sacrifice was a wound that would take time to heal. Her memory was everywhere—in the garden where she had walked, in the rooms where she had laughed, in the hearts of those who had loved her.Jackson felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find James standing beside him, his face etched with the same grief that Jackson carried."Jackson," James said quietly, "we need to talk."Jackson nodded. "I know."They walked to the stone bench beneath the old oak and sat down. The silence between them was heavy, but it was no longer filled with anger. It was filled with understanding."I'm sorry," Jackson said, his voice raw. "For what I said.
Chapter 728: Another Millennium!
Jackson lay on the cold stone floor of the church, his body battered, his strength spent. James, Andrew, and Evans were scattered around him, their faces pale and bloodied. Primis stood over them, his ancient eyes burning with cold triumph."You have fought bravely," Primis said, his voice echoing through the ruins. "But bravery is not enough. The Flameborn will be mine."He raised his hand, shadows gathering around his fingers, ready to deliver the final blow."STOP!"The voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Primis turned, his eyes narrowing.Sophia stood at the entrance of the church, her face pale but her voice steady. Behind her, Celestine stood.Primis laughed—a cold, mocking sound. "Two more mortals to challenge me? How brave. How foolish."Sophia stepped forward, her eyes locked on Primis. "You know who I am."Primis's smile faltered. He studied her face, his ancient eyes flickering with recognition. "The forgotten Hart. I did not expect to see you here."Sophia's voice wa
Chapter 727: The Resurrection!
The shadows in the church grew darker and thicker, as if the very air was being drained of light. The candles flickered and died, one by one, plunging the room into near darkness. Only the black symbols on the floor glowed, pulsing with an unholy light.Jackson stood his ground, the Flameborn fire blazing in his hands, illuminating the terror around him. He could see Ruth and Jacqueline still bound, their eyes wide with fear. He could see James and Andrew fighting off the last of Marcia's guards. He could see Evans, frozen, his grief-stricken gaze fixed on his mother.And he could see Primis.The shadows coalesced into a form—tall, ancient, and terrible. The shape of a man, but not a man. His eyes burned with fire that had existed long before the world was born. His presence filled the church with a cold, suffocating weight.Marcia knelt before him, her voice trembling with reverence. "My lord. I have brought you back. I have fulfilled my promise."Primis looked down at her, his expre
Chapter 726: The Last Stand!
Before anyone could react, the shadows in the church came alive.Dark figures emerged from the corners—Marcia's guards, cloaked in black, their weapons gleaming in the candlelight. They moved with inhuman speed, surrounding Jackson and his team."Protect Ruth and Jacqueline!" Jackson shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.James and Andrew moved to flank the bound women. Evans stood frozen for a moment, his eyes still fixed on his mother."Evangeline," he said, his voice cracking. "Your real name is Evangeline. Why? Why did you let the darkness consume you?"Marcia's eyes flickered at the sound of her true name. For a moment, the mask of cold cruelty slipped, revealing a flicker of the woman she had once been. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.She laughed—a bitter, broken sound that echoed through the church. "Evangeline," she repeated, her voice dripping with mockery. "I haven't been called that in years. I buried that name along with everything else I lost."Evans ste
Chapter 725: The Last Messenger!
Jackson looked at Yvonne Tween, and all he could see was a woman driven by vendetta. "You don't have to be like this, Mrs. Tween. You shouldn't allow this lady make you an enemy to the same family that you had stood by all these years. She's only manipulating you."Marcia's laughter echoed through the empty church, cold and triumphant. She stepped closer to Jackson, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction."You think you know me, Jackson?" she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you understand what's at stake here?"Jackson's jaw tightened. "I know you're a traitor who's been manipulating everyone around you. That's all I need to know."Marcia shook her head slowly, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You're so blind, Jackson. So utterly blind."She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I am Evans' mother."Jackson's blood ran cold. "What?""Evans. Your loyal soldier. The man who has fought beside you, bled for you, sacrificed for you." Marcia's smile wi
Chapter 724: The Betrayal Revealed!
The old church loomed before Jackson, its dark silhouette stark against the moonlit sky. He pushed open the heavy wooden door, the creak of its hinges echoing through the abandoned space.Inside, the church was cold and damp, the air thick with dust and decay. Flickering candles cast long shadows across the pews, their light barely reaching the altar at the far end of the room.And there, standing in the center of the space, was Marcia.She was flanked by two guards, their faces hidden in shadow. Ruth and Jacqueline were bound to chairs nearby, their eyes wide with fear, their mouths gagged. They struggled against their restraints, but there was no escape.Jackson's heart clenched at the sight of them, but he forced himself to stay calm. "I'm here, Marcia. Let them go."Marcia smiled—a cold, cruel smile. "You came alone, just as I asked. I have to admit, Jackson, I didn't think you had it in you."Jackson stepped forward, his voice hard. "You have what you want. Release them."Marcia
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