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CHAPTER 211
“Jack Sullivan’s the reason Professor Lawrence won’t come out.”Greg Kent’s voice rang clear across the courtyard, dripping with fake concern. “I tried to get Lawrence to come, but Jack wouldn’t leave. The professor’s too polite to say it, but he clearly doesn’t want that guy hanging around.”Sophie Shaw narrowed her eyes. “You’re sure about this?”Greg nodded solemnly. “Absolutely. He’s practically nesting in there like a raccoon in a library. The professor’s just too old-fashioned to throw him out himself.”Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd. The school principal, Charles Hadley, adjusted his tie nervously. “If that’s true… we may need to intervene.”One of the board members whispered, “Sophie’s donation is too important. The press is waiting, and this whole thing is falling apart.”Sophie crossed her arms. “Do something. Now.”Inside Professor Lawrence Bryant’s private residence, the air was calm and scholarly. Jack Sullivan was leafing through a rare scroll, the Green Medici
CHAPTER 210
Under the white canopy set up outside Carson University’s historic courtyard, Sophie Shaw paced in her heels, her smile plastered on like makeup—flawless, forced, and cracking at the edges.“Where is he?” she hissed, glaring at her assistant Tina Yale. “Professor Lawrence should’ve been here twenty minutes ago. The speech, the ribbon cutting—none of it works without him!”Tina gulped. “We’ve sent three messages. He hasn’t replied. And—rumors are—he’s still inside with… Jack Sullivan.”Sophie’s eyes twitched. “Jack. Again.”Across the crowd, university deans and reporters stood awkwardly, waiting. A few students whispered, casting glances at the empty stage.Sophie turned to Greg Kent, who stood nearby adjusting his cufflinks like he was a celebrity. “Didn’t you say your father was one of Lawrence’s old students?”Greg smirked. “They go way back. I can talk to him.”“Then go,” Sophie snapped. “Tell him to get down here immediately. And if he’s with Jack Sullivan, remind him who’s actua
CHAPTER 209
Jack Sullivan stood in front of the glass case, hands still trembling as he gently flipped through the jade-bound pages of the Green Medicine Book. The scent of ancient parchment and ink was intoxicating—rich, powerful, sacred. The pages hummed with knowledge lost to time.Professor Lawrence Bryant watched him with a calm, unreadable expression, hands folded behind his back.“You’re the first person,” he said casually, “to touch that book in over fifty years.”Jack looked up sharply. “You… trust me with this?”Lawrence chuckled lightly. “Jack, I don’t just trust you. I respect you. There’s a difference.”Jack closed the book slowly, handling it like glass. “I’ve seen war. Led regions. Broken men stronger than steel. But this—this book—it’s worth more than all of that. Why would you show me something so… priceless?”Lawrence gave a soft shrug and walked to the sideboard to pour himself tea. “Because power comes in many forms. Some fight with fists. Others with knowledge. You carry both
CHAPTER 208
Professor Lawrence Bryant closed his textbook with a firm snap and adjusted his glasses. His gaze, sharp and intelligent, fell directly on Jack Sullivan, seated quietly near the back.“You,” he said, pointing. “What’s your name?”“Jack Sullivan,” Jack replied calmly.The professor nodded slowly, a rare glint of interest in his eyes. “Stay after class. I want to show you something.”Whispers rippled across the lecture hall like a breeze through dry leaves. Fiona’s eyes widened. “What is that about?”Jack gave her a small smile. “Guess I made an impression.”Greg Kent, sitting three rows ahead, scoffed. “What the hell? Professor Bryant has never invited anyone anywhere. Not even his prized grad students.”Helen muttered, “Probably thinks Jack’s some ancient reincarnated scholar or something.”As the lecture ended and students began filing out, Professor Lawrence ignored the crowd and walked straight toward Jack. “Follow me.”Jack rose, exchanging a quick glance with Fiona, who gave him
CHAPTER 207
“Did you guys hear?” Greg Kent leaned over his desk and whispered, loud enough for the whole row to hear. “Fiona Quinn is supposedly engaged to Phillip Fisher. Yeah, that Phillip—Fisher Group heir from Oak Ridge City.”Helen gasped. “Seriously? That guy’s got like… seven cars and his own island.”Kyle chuckled. “What’s Jack Sullivan going to do when Phillip finds out his fiancée’s running around with some fake big shot?”Greg smirked. “I’m just waiting for Jack to get slapped around by the Fishers. That’ll be the show of the century.”Fiona, a few seats ahead, heard the whispers but didn’t bother turning around. Jack, seated beside her, tapped his pen lightly on the desk, calm but focused.Greg puffed his chest. “By the way, that necklace Sophie Shaw’s wearing at the event today? Sponsored by my family’s brand. We’re practically the backbone of this school.”“Oh please,” Fiona muttered under her breath. “Backbone? You’re more like dandruff on a blazer—annoying and flaky.”Greg flushed
CHAPTER 206
Jack Sullivan leaned casually against the side of his black SUV as Fiona Quinn bounced toward him in a white floral dress, holding two iced coffees. She passed him one with a grin. “Ready for class, Professor Sullivan?”Jack smirked. “You just want me to suffer through another economics lecture.”Fiona laughed, linking her arm with his. “Come on, Mr. Sullivan. It’s nostalgia. Plus, watching those stuck-up kids squirm around you is the real entertainment.”As they drove into Carson University, banners welcoming Sophie Shaw fluttered across the main quad. Jack raised an eyebrow. “So, she’s donating a whole library now?”Fiona scoffed. “Tax write-off, image polish, the usual. But I heard Professor Bryant isn’t thrilled. Guess Sophie pissed off the wrong academic.”Across campus, Sophie Shaw arrived in a sleek black Mercedes, stepping out in a designer dress and heels that screamed “money over taste.” Her assistant, Tina Yale, rushed after her with a clipboard.“Miss Shaw, Professor Lawre
CHAPTER 205
Sunlight danced over the crystal-clear surface of Lakeview Villa's tranquil waters. Jack Sullivan stood silently on the shore, eyes closed, his breathing calm and measured. The gentle breeze teased his hair, the air filled with peaceful sounds of rippling water and rustling leaves.This was his sanctuary—the one place he found clarity amidst chaos.As Jack opened his eyes, exhaling softly, he noticed Sophie Shaw swiftly passing by, averting her gaze nervously. It had become routine: ever since their last misunderstanding, she avoided him as though he carried a plague.Jack smiled faintly, shaking his head.If ignoring me keeps her calm, so be it. One less distraction.His phone buzzed sharply, breaking the silence. He answered calmly, knowing it had to be important."Jack, it's Rose," came the cool, confident voice of his trusted associate. "Good news. I found traces of a Snow Lily in North Harbor."Jack’s eyes brightened, his calm posture shifting slightly. "You’re certain?"Rose’s v
CHAPTER 204
Nancy Winter’s eyes snapped open, confusion flooding her vision as memories crashed through her mind. Her head ached, and she felt strangely weak. Turning her head slowly, she saw Jack Sullivan sitting quietly at her bedside, his face unreadable.Panic surged through her chest.“Jack…?” Her voice trembled, confusion rapidly replaced by suspicion.Jack immediately leaned forward, relief evident in his eyes. “Nancy, you’re awake. Thank God.”Nancy shrank back slightly, eyes flicking to Rachel Young standing quietly in the corner. Her heart began pounding, her mind spinning with fear and anger.“What happened?” she demanded sharply, gripping the bedsheet tightly. “Why are you here…with me…in this room?”Jack’s brows furrowed slightly, sensing her sudden hostility. “Nancy, calm down. You were unconscious for three days. I was just—”“Unconscious?” Nancy’s voice turned harsh, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “And you… what did you do to me, Jack Sullivan?”Jack froze, startled.
CHAPTER 203
In a darkened chamber deep within Northvale’s snowy fortress, Matt Donovan, the Little Prince of the Nine Soldiers, stood silently. Cold anger radiated from him, sharp enough to freeze the air.Across from him knelt Brett, a towering figure—broad-shouldered, eyes cold and deadly. Scars marked every inch of his massive arms, each a grim souvenir of victories past.“Jack Sullivan,” Matt spat the name like venom. “He took my vessel and destroyed our plans. He thinks he can stand above us because he seized the Bloodfire Crystals.”Brett growled deeply, fists clenched. “Give the word, Prince. I’ll drag him back broken—and deliver the girl.”“Good.” Matt nodded sharply. “Head to the River Region. Meet our local contact. Sullivan won’t even know he’s being hunted until your blade is at his throat.”Brett stood, nodding once, eyes glittering with ruthless anticipation. “Consider it done.”As Brett left the room, Matt stared into the darkness, teeth gritted in cold fury.“Let’s see how powerfu
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