Rise Of The Forgotten Son-in-law

CHAPTER 3

"Mr. Eden, I'm here today to discuss our collaboration, right? l've brought the contract regarding the partnership between the Jackson Family Group and our Elite Group," Jasmine said, pulling a contract out of her bag and handing it to Eden Blackwood.

However, Eden didn't even glance at the contract. He simply looked up at Jasmine and said, "Jasmine, let's eat first. We can go over the contract later."

"Uh... okay..." Jasmine took back the contract, brushed her hair back, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She then looked up and said, "Um, Mr. Eden, isn't the air conditioning a bit too warm? It feels a little hot in here. Maybe we could lower the temperature?"

"Hot? If you're hot, just take off your jacket," Eden replied, lounging in his seat, unabashedly watching Jasmine.

If it's too hot, then take off your jacket. Jasmine was wearing a black blazer, typical office attire, but underneath was a crisp white blouse that accentuated her figure.

She knew very well how she looked, and the thought of removing her jacket made her heart race. It could really fill out that white shirt. Once it was off, he could admire her without restraint.

However, Jasmine shook her head. "Then... I won't be hot anymore." This made Eden frown slightly. He picked up the air conditioning remote and began pressing buttons. "Alright, alright, I'll lower the temperature for you." But the temperature seemed to rise instead.

Jasmine felt increasingly warm. Yet, she still refused to take off her jacket. At that moment, Jasmine didn't bring it up again. Instead, she turned her attention back to Eden Jackson.

"Um... Mr. Eden, what do you think about our collaboration..."

"What collaboration?" Eden Jackson interrupted suddenly, raising his gaze.

"Collaboration requires sacrifices. Right now, your Elite Group is weak. If you want to collaborate, you need to show your willingness-your attitude, Jasmine Thompson."

"Jasmine, you don't really think l invited you here just for a simple dinner, do you? Let me be frank with you: right now, in all of Panama City, the only ones who can save your Elite Group are us, the Jackson family. So, you can either play nice or... well, you know the alternative." Eden's expression grew increasingly fierce and amused.

The mask of civility was gone. He had run out of patience. "Is there... no room for negotiation...?" Jasmine shivered.

She knew what this meeting was about today. She didn't want to be here; she wasn't that kind of woman.

But the Elite Group was too important to her. It was her father's legacy, the culmination of his life's work. So, she came, but only for a glimmer of hope to see if there was still a chance to talk things over. "We at Elite Group can make concessions. We can offer a discount of.."

Jasmine was about to continue when Eden interrupted, "Discount? Do you really think the Jackson family is interested in your little scraps? Jasmine, choose: yourself or your father's legacy." His voice echoed throughout the room.

Jasmine trembled at his words. "Choose herself Or her father." That was her father's legacy, the result of his lifelong dedication. But in reality, no matter which option Jasmine chose, Eden would never let her go.

He had never released a prey he had set his sights on. "I... I." Jasmine wanted to say something. Just then, a voice rang out from outside: "She doesn't have to choose anyone!" With a whoosh, both of them turned to look at the door.

Eden stood up from his seat, his expression darkening as he gazed outside. "Who dares to interfere with my business at a time like this? Do they have a death wish? Security! Get in here!" This White Club was his territory, so the security staff were all under his command.

However, there was no response from outside. Suddenly, a security guard was kicked inside, followed by a man stepping through the doorway.

He lifted his head, flashed a bright smile, and revealed a handsome face. "There are no security guards left; they're all outside lying down."

"Ethan Blackwood!" Both of them were taken aback. That's right. It was Ethan. Although he had once been frail, that didn't mean he was still weak.

He was now a practitioner, and the most obvious sign of his transformation was that his body had surpassed that of an ordinary person.

A few security guards couldn't stop him. More security guards couldn't stop him either. He was on a whole different level than these people. "Haha, Ethan Blackwood! I thought it was someone important trying to challenge me, but it's just you, the useless one, the mute, the deaf..."

Eden had initially thought someone was causing trouble, but upon seeing Ethan Blackwood, he doubled over with laughter. He knew Ethan well.

In all of Panama City, everyone knew he was a failure. Not just a failure, but a cripple.

A mute!

A deaf person!

Eden had heard of Ethan Blackwood but had never taken him seriously. However, just as he was laughing, Jasmine stepped forward, looking at Ethan with surprise. "You.. can talk now? You can hear?" Her words made Eden's smile vanish instantly.

He looked up at Ethan in disbelief. He hadn't noticed before, but it seemed that Ethan had indeed spoken. This mute, this cripple, was he... okay?

"Yeah." Ethan Blackwood nodded. However, Eden couldn't help but laugh, a mocking grin on his face.

"Ethan Blackwood, even if you recover, what does it matter? You're just going from being a cripple to being an ordinary person. No, wait, from a cripple to a useless person. There's really no difference. And let me tell you, today, your wife is destined to be in my bed. You know, that stunning figure is about to be." But before he could finish his sentence!

Bang!

Out of nowhere, Ethan Blackwood appeared behind Eden Jackson, grabbing his head and slamming it down onto the table. "What were you saying?!!" The table was made of marble, and the impact caused a huge bump to form on Eden's forehead.

"l'll tell you... you dare... I am!"

Eden hadn't fully processed what was happening when the pain in his forehead hit him, and he immediately shouted in anger. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. Then, with another bang!

"Ahhh.." Eden let out a horrific scream. This time, he hit his head hard enough to draw blood. "Ethan Blackwood... how dare you... I'm the heir of the Jackson family.."

Bang!

Another hit. "If you hit me again.. the deal.. is of..."

Bang!

Another hit. "I'm... I'm Sorry... boohoo.. ." In the end, Eden Jackson was scared, he backed down, and surrendered. Ethan tossed him to the ground and turned to grab Jasmine's small hand.

Jasmine was caught off guard as he pulled her outside. As they walked away, he said, "I'll take care of Jasmine's situation. I don't need your little Jackson family group! I, Ethan Blackwood, promise you that!"