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Return of The Supreme General 010. Ambrose Steele Is Here!
Peter Quinn’s smirk widened as he confidently accepted Asher's challenge. You’re finished,” he sneered, pulling out his phone with an air of confidence. His fingers moved quickly over the screen, and he held it up for everyone to see, the smugness practically radiating off him“This is Ambrose Steele, the Left Chancellor of Drakmont,” Peter announced loudly, making sure his voice carried across the courtyard. “One word from him, and whatever power you think you have, Asher, will vanish into thin air.”With a flourish, Peter pressed the call button and switched the phone to speaker mode, holding it out so everyone could hear the ringing tone. He made a point of angling the phone toward Asher, his smirk deepening as if to say, Watch how quickly I end you.But the moment the call connected, Peter’s confidence began to falter.“Peter Quinn,” Ambrose’s voice came through cold and menacing, cutting him off before he could speak. “Are you out of your mind?”Peter blinked in confusion. “Sir
Return of The Supreme General 011. You All Were Wrong..
At the sight of Ambrose Steele, Peter Quinn puffed out his chest and began bragging loudly, his voice booming with false confidence. “Now you’ll see, You fool! The Left Chancellor will handle you. You’ll regret the day you thought you could cross me!”Julian, emboldened by his father’s display, smirked despite Morgana’s firm grip. “Better start begging, Asher. Maybe if you grovel enough, my father will convince the left chancellor to show you mercy.”Juliet, her earlier fear now masked by mockery, sneered, “You’re finished. No one defies us and walks away unscathed. This is the end of your pathetic act.”As they basked in their moment of triumph, Ambrose Steele walked in, His face was calm, but there was something in his eyes that made everyone quiet down. Peter stepped forward, grinning confidently. “My honorable Left Chancellor, you’ve arrived just in time! This imposter needs to be dealt with. I trust you’ll—”SMACK!The sound of the slap rang out like a gunshot. Peter stumbled,
Return of The Supreme General 012. Lick Your Vomit
Ambrose Steele stood frozen, his mind racing. He had always been the one pulling the strings, the one who commanded respect with just a glance. But now, Asher had turned the tables, and the reality of it hit him hard.His hands clenched involuntarily as his gaze flicked to the others in the room, the silence suffocating.For the first time in years, he felt small, as though his power, his influence, had suddenly evaporated into thin air.Peter Quinn, seeing the brewing storm attempted to intervene, his voice stuttering as he tried to salvage some dignity.But his words were a mere whisper against the thunderous silence, and Ambrose whose patience was at its breaking point, snapped.As he opened his mouth to protest, Ambrose’s fury exploded. His eyes blazed with a fire that could scorch the room, and with a voice that cut through the tension like a blade, he snapped, "Shut up, Peter! Just shut the hell up!"He stepped forward, seething with rage, his fists trembling at his sides."You’
Return of The Supreme General 013. Don’t Be Predictable
Asher pressed his phone to his ear and his expression hardened as he listened intently. The entire room was suspended in silence, every soul holding their breath. Ambrose paused mid-motion, and even Peter’s defiance momentarily faltered. They were patiently waiting for the outcome of the call.On the other end of the line, the doctor’s voice was calm yet firm.“My supreme General, your father’s condition has stabilized. His kidney can be saved, and there is no longer any need for a donor. I assure you, his life is no longer in danger.”The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, but Asher showed no immediate reaction. He ended the call with a deliberate click, his gaze swept across the room with an intensity that seemed to pierce through everyone present. A dangerous calm surrounded him now, as though he held back a storm that could destroy them all.The aura in the room shifted, the balance of power firmly in Asher’s hands. He let the silence linger, deliberately, making every
Return of The Supreme General 014. Ambrose Wants Payback
As Asher had predicted, Ambrose Steele unleashed his fury the very next morning. His men stormed into the Quinn's mansion with upmost cruelty, dragging Peter Quinn, his wife, and Julian out of their home. The family protested, their voices trembled, but their cries fell on deaf ears. They were bundled down to Ambrose’s grand courtyard, a place both beautiful and foreboding.The courtyard was a strange mix of beauty and danger. A grand feast was set before Ambrose, with golden plates piled high with roasted meats, rare fruits, and cups of wine that gleamed under the light.The smell of the food filled the air, but it felt out of place against the heavy, tense mood hanging over everything.Ambrose sat at the head of the long table, his posture royal, his expression cold and unforgiving. His sharp gaze bore into Peter and his family as they were forced to their knees, their faces pale with confusion and fear. The maids and workers stood at the edges of the courtyard, their heads lowere
Return of The Supreme General 015. Try To Push Him To Hell
Ambrose raised his hand sharply, his voice cutting through the tense silence. “Stop!”The guards froze mid-motion, the whip still poised to strike Peter Quinn’s trembling back. Peter’s cries had barely subsided, his breaths ragged and shallow. His family remained on their knees, stunned, their tear streaked faces turned toward Ambrose in disbelief.Ambrose exhaled heavily, feigning weariness as he rubbed his temple. “Enough,” he said coldly, his voice laced with frustration. “I’m tired of this spectacle. Get up and leave before I change my mind.”The guards stepped back, clearly confused but obedient. Peter and Julian hesitated for a moment, their bodies stiff from fear, before scrambling to their feet with shaky legs. Peter turned to Ambrose, his voice weak but filled with gratitude. “Th-thank you, my lord... I—”Ambrose cut him off with a sharp glare. “Spare me your gratitude, Peter,” he said icily, his tone making it clear he didn’t want to hear it. “You should be thanking my
Return of The Supreme General 016. Now a Forgotten Woman
The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room. Thomas was improving, bit by bit.Eleanor sat beside her husband, holding his hand, her eyes filled with tears of relief.Across from her, Asher sat quietly, his strong presence contrasting with the calm warmth from his parents.Eleanor’s voice, gentle but full of thanks, broke the silence.“Son, I can’t tell you how much it means to us that you came back when you did.” Her eyes met her son’s, shimmering with emotionShe continued, “If you hadn’t… I don’t know what would have happened.”Thomas, though weak, managed a faint smile. “You’ve always been our strength, son. And now, you’ve proven it again.”Asher shifted in his chair, his usually cold eyes softening for the briefest moment. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said, his deep voice steady. “I should’ve been here sooner. From now on, no one will dare threaten this family. I’ll make sure of it.”Eleanor’s lips quivered, and she reached out to place her hand over Asher’s. “You’
Return of The Supreme General 017. Your Bitterness Won’t Help
The bright hospital hallway felt like it darkened as Juliet’s anger grew, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor.She stepped out of the shadows, her chest rising with every breath, her eyes burning with a mix of anger, regret, and bitterness."Asher," she called, her voice laced with venom and desperation.Asher froze mid-conversation with Janine, his gaze sharp as he turned to face Juliet. Beside him, Janine stiffened, her smile faltering as the tension thickened in the air.Juliet stalked forward, her expression twisted with fury. “So, this is where you scurried off to,” she ranted, her voice dripping with mockery. “Lurking around like some desperate little rodent, clinging to scraps that don’t belong to you.”Asher, standing off to the side, tensed up, his sharp gaze focused on Juliet. “That’s enough, Juliet,” he said, his voice calm but firm.But Juliet wasn’t backing down. She laughed, a cold, harsh sound that cut through the air.“Enough? I don’t think so, Asher. No
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036. Janine, The Brightest Star
Klaus started shaking desperately as Janine approached him with her hand trembling but raised.“Janine, no! Please, I’m sorry!” he cried, his voice cracking. But the words were hollow, filled with panic, not remorse.His eyes darted frantically to Asher and Morgana, silently begging them to intervene, but neither moved a muscle. He was trapped.Janine stopped just a step away, her breathing uneven as pain and anger sparked in her eyes.“Klaus,” she said, her voice low but steady, carrying the weight of all she had endured, “you called me weak. You called me worthless. But you know what weakness really is?”Before he could respond, she slapped him. The sound cracked like thunder. Klaus staggered slightly, his head snapped to the side and his cheek glowed red.The crowd held their breath, stunned by the raw power of the moment. Janine stood tall, her fiery gaze locked on Klaus, showing a strength no one had ever given her credit for.“What’s weak,” she continued, her voice growing stro
035. The Fake Prince Punishment
Klaus’s voice broke the silence, filled with panic and anger.“You’re lying, Asher!” he shouted, fists clenched, shaking with rage. “You’ve hated me from the start! This is just your way of destroying me, everything I’ve worked for!”Asher stood firm, unfazed by Klaus’s outburst. His calm, steady gaze never left Klaus, his face unreadable, but his presence alone was commanding and powerful.When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, deliberate, and far more menacing than Klaus’s frantic shouting.“Morgana,” Asher said, his tone carrying the weight of command, “bring the DNA results.”The crowd gasped, whispers quickly spreading, each one adding to the growing tension in the room.Morgana, standing at the edge of the crowd, stepped forward and handed Asher a sealed envelope. Her face was emotionless.Klaus’s fury shifted to panic as he watched Asher take the envelope.“This is insane!” Klaus yelled, his voice shaking. “What kind of man meddles in other people’s lives like this?"“You t
034. The Selfish Maid
The room went silent, eyes wide with shock. People exchanged confused glances, trying to take in what the Supreme General had just said. Asher stopped at the door, his presence making everyone hold their breath. The room was completely silent except for the quiet murmurs spreading through the crowd. Asher’s eyes locked on Klaus, who now looked pale. He turned to the crowd and spoke, his voice cutting through the tension.“Since we’re all sharing truths, here’s one more for you,” Asher said, each word clear and strong, like a punch to the gut.“The man who calls himself Klaus Masterson is a fraud. He’s not even a true Masterson. His blood doesn’t run in this family.”The room erupted in shock. People gasped and whispered. Helen shook with disbelief, clutching her chest as if trying to stop the rush of emotions.Robert, usually calm, stood still, his face hardening as he looked back and forth between Asher and Klaus.Klaus went pale, his confident smile gone. He stammered, struggling
033. The Fake Heir
Asher’s grip on Klaus’s face tightened, his fingers pressing hard into his jaw, holding him in place like he was trying to force him to face the truth of his actions.His sharp eyes turned to Janine, who stood a few feet away, frozen in shock. Her face was pale, and her shoulders shook as if the weight of everything that had happened was too much to bear.“Janine,” Asher said, his voice calmer now but firm. “Come here.”She hesitated, glancing between Klaus, who looked weak and defeated, and Asher, whose strong and protective presence felt almost too much to handle. Still, she didn’t move.Her eyes fell to the shredded remains of her dress lying on the floor, a painful reminder of everything Klaus had taken from her—her pride, her dreams, and her confidence.Asher took a step closer, still gripping Klaus by the collar.“Janine,” he said again, his voice steadier now, breaking through her haze of despair.“I know you’re tired. I know it feels like everything’s falling apart. But this
032. It Becomes More Entertaining
Janine’s tear-streaked face lifted slowly, her body trembling as she tried to gather herself. Her blurry vision cleared, and her breath hitched when she saw Asher standing before her.His strong arms still supported her, but his gaze was unlike anything she’d ever seen before, cold, intense, and burning with fury.“Asher…” she whispered, her voice cracking, unable to say more.Asher’s jaw tightened. He straightened her on her feet but didn’t let go, his piercing eyes locking onto hers. “Janine,” he began, his voice low but laced with anger.“why are you here? Why are you letting yourself suffer this from him?” His words were sharp, almost accusatory, as if her tears alone were unacceptable to him.Janine opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out, just a fresh wave of tears. She shook her head, sobs choking her.The crowd, silent, watched the exchange, their earlier shock replaced by curiosity and sympathy.Asher’s grip on her arms softened, but his frustration only grew. He l
031. A Distasteful Public Saga
Janine, seeing what Klaus was about to do, rushed forward, her hands trembling as she reached for the gown.“Klaus, please! Don’t do this!” she cried, desperation thick in her voice. But Klaus, towering with rage, snatched the dress away, holding it high above her reach.“You think you can defy me, Janine?” he sneered, his voice cold and venomous. “You think you can humiliate me and still get your little fairytale ending? Not on my watch.”“Klaus, stop this madness!” Robert shouted from behind, his voice breaking with desperation. “This isn’t just about her, it’s about the man you’ve become!”But Klaus paid no heed, his eyes fixed solely on Janine. He grabbed her roughly by her hair, his grip like iron, and dragged her toward the front of the estate.“If you’re so keen on putting on a show, let’s make it a public one!”His grip tightened on her hair as he dragged her towards the estate’s front steps.Her cries of pain echoed but Klaus seemed deaf to them, his face twisted in a gruesom
030. Who Will Get Tamed?
Robert’s voice cracked with a blend of frustration and sorrow. He stood there, staring at Klaus, as though searching for some shred of humanity that once existed in his son. "You saved this family, Klaus," Robert began, his tone quiet but steady, "I won’t deny that. But that doesn’t make you a hero. "It just makes you someone who did what needed to be done. What we all should have done together. You acted alone, and you acted like you were doing us a favor."Klaus’s face twisted with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "What the hell do you know about favors, old man?" His words spat out like venom. "Do you think I wanted to do this alone? You think I enjoyed watching this family crumble while you hid behind your excuses and your sick wife?"Robert took a step forward, his eyes filled with pain. "No, Klaus. I know you didn’t want to do it alone. But you didn’t have to make the rest of us feel like burdens.""When a family faces struggles, we should stand together. We help each
029. Are Jerks Worthy Of Pity?
Klaus turned quickly, his face drained of color as he saw who had entered.Robert Masterson, not tall or imposing but with a quiet strength, stood in the doorway. His usual cheerful expression was gone, replaced by a look of sharp disappointment.“Enough, Klaus!” Robert’s voice was firm, carrying an authority that filled the room. “What do you think you’re doing?”“Father?” Klaus stammered, momentarily disarmed by the sight of the man who had always seemed indifferent to his actions.Robert took a step forward, his potbelly shifted as he moved with purpose. His glasses caught the light as he closed the gap between them.“Have you lost your mind, son? Laying a hand on your wife? And in front of your mother, too?”Klaus’s anger flared up again, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.“Stay out of this, Father. This is my house, my wife—”“And you think that gives you the right to act like this?” Robert cut him off, his voice sharp and rising.“Your wife, Klaus? She’s the onl
028. Will Klaus Stop?
The sun shone through the windows, lighting up the small but nice room with a soft, golden glow. Everything was neat and tidy, making the room feel warm and comfortable.Janine gently tucked the blanket around Helen, Klaus’s sick mother. Even though the maids were nearby, she always chose to look after Helen herself. It gave her a bit of calm in her messy life.Janine's mind spun as she thought about the night ahead. Asher had promised to pick her up for the big ceremony, saying she deserved to shine after all she'd been through. His words stuck with her, giving her hope."Don't be late, Janine," he had told her the night before, his voice steady. "This night will change everything."Janine let out a sigh, trying to stay focused as she gently wiped Helen’s hands with a damp cloth. A faint sound made her pause, and she looked down to see Helen’s eyes fluttering open.The older woman barely moved, but her lips parted, and a weak, raspy voice broke the stillness.“Janine…” Helen’s voice
