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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 161
The Shaw Group's executive suite gleamed under cold fluorescent lights as Dennis Chase, hand heavily bandaged, stood trembling before two imposing figures seated at the mahogany conference table."He cut off your finger?" Daniel Tian's voice was deceptively calm, but his knuckles whitened as he gripped his armrest.Dennis nodded miserably. "Yes, sir. With a blunt knife. Right there in front of everyone."Richard Shaw, the elder of the two, leaned forward. "And you said he purchased the herbs market? For a hundred million?""Called in five transfers from powerful business associates," Dennis mumbled. "Money appeared in minutes."Daniel suddenly slammed his fist against the table, making Dennis flinch. "First the One-Eyed Wolf's son, now this! Sullivan thinks he can challenge me?""This is a direct insult to our authority," Richard said, his voice cold and measured. "No one mutilates our people and walks away."This is the end of my career, Dennis thought, watching panic and fury dance
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 162
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Sullivan mansion's dining room, casting long shadows across the antique furniture. Jack sat with his parents and Lisa, his wife, enjoying a breakfast that felt almost surreal after his long absence.Wendy couldn't stop smiling as she watched her son eat. Every few minutes, she'd reach out to touch his arm, as if confirming he was truly there, truly healed."I still can't believe it," she said, her voice full of wonder. "All these years, the doctors were so certain..."George nodded solemnly. "They said the damage was permanent. That you'd never fully recover your cognitive functions."Jack set down his coffee cup. "Medicine isn't always an exact science. Sometimes, things happen that can't be explained."Or things that I'm not ready to explain yet, he thought, remembering the experimental treatment he'd undergone in Carson City."Well, whatever happened," Wendy continued, "this changes everything for our family."Lisa watch
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 163
The Sullivan mansion dining room glowed with warm light from the crystal chandelier overhead. Servants moved silently, bringing course after course of exquisite dishes. Jack sat at the head of the table, his father having insisted on giving him the honored position tonight.Lisa observed the scene with new eyes. The elegant silverware, the deferential staff, the museum-quality paintings adorning the walls—all symbols of a legacy she hadn't fully comprehended until now."More wine, Mrs. Sullivan?" asked an elderly butler, bowing slightly as he approached her."Yes, thank you," Lisa replied, still unaccustomed to the formality.I married into this family thinking I was doing Jack a favor, she thought, watching her husband engage confidently with his parents. How wrong I was.Wendy noticed Lisa's contemplative expression. "Is everything alright, dear? You've barely touched your food.""I'm fine," Lisa assured her. "Just... taking it all in."Jack reached over, covering her hand with his.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 164
The air in Eastridge was electric with the anticipation of the Harvest Festival. Every influential family in the city had gathered at the Sullivan ancestral manor—an ornate, sprawling estate nestled atop the central hill, where prestige oozed from every brick.Inside one of the guest villas, Nathan Sullivan stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting his emerald tie. Chad Sullivan, his only son, lounged nearby, his fingers casually flipping through the guest list.“Jack’s coming?” Chad scoffed. “Seriously? He should’ve stayed buried in Carson. And now he thinks he can come play family heir again?”Nathan didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes studied his own reflection with a controlled smirk.“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” he finally said. “It’s the noise he brings. He’s unpredictable.”Chad snorted. “Let him bark. That’s all he can do. He doesn’t even know we’ve sealed the deal with Daniel Tian. And once Sullivan Group is officially under Shaw’s control, he can scream al
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 165
The Sullivan Estate buzzed with energy as finely dressed guests filled the garden walkways, marbled corridors, and grand halls. The Harvest Festival was in full swing, and the aura of celebration masked the underlying current of tension.In past years, George Sullivan was the one shaking hands at the main entrance, welcoming business giants, political figures, and old family allies. But this year, it was Nathan Sullivan at the front, surrounded by well-groomed assistants and smiling like a monarch.As Jack Sullivan approached with his family—Wendy on one side, Lisa on the other, and George walking a step behind—the atmosphere subtly shifted. Heads turned. Conversations stalled. Servants paused, eyes trailing after them with hushed curiosity."Is that really Jack Sullivan?""The crazy heir? I thought he was still locked up somewhere.""No… Look at him. That’s not the face of a madman. That’s someone with fire in his eyes."Jack heard every whisper. And he let them talk. He had no inten
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 166
The air in the Sullivan estate’s grand reception hall was growing heavier by the minute. Lavish tapestries lined the walls, and golden chandeliers bathed the room in warm light—but not even luxury could hide the frost in everyone’s eyes.Wendy Sullivan’s patience finally cracked.“I won’t stay silent anymore,” she snapped, stepping forward. Her voice, though not loud, carried with startling clarity. “You’ve insulted my husband enough, Nathan. Say what you want about me, but don’t you dare belittle George again in front of his son.”The crowd went still.Nathan raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, setting down his drink with exaggerated grace. “Oh? So the quiet lady from the once-glorious Williamson family finally speaks?”Before Wendy could answer, a shrill laugh rang out across the hall.It was Nathan’s wife—Fourth Aunt—dressed in emerald silk and dripping with diamonds. She stepped forward with a haughty sway, her lips curled in disdain.“You talk so much for someone whose family dis
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 167
The golden hum of the banquet buzzed through the Sullivan estate, laughter rising like steam off champagne glasses as Chad basked in the glow of flattery. In the west parlor, President Tang of the Eastridge Chamber of Commerce and dozens of business elites surrounded him like bees to a hive.Meanwhile, Jack stood near the main hall entrance, unbothered by the murmurs and sideways glances that still lingered after Fourth Aunt’s insult.“Still no one here to see you?” Chad called out across the room with a smug smirk, drink in hand.Jack didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.Because at that moment, the butler at the front entrance cleared his throat with urgency.“Announcing—Mr. Iron Will of Carson City and Mr. Lewis Scarp of Crimson Vineyard International!”The hall fell into stunned silence.Iron Will—the ruthless king of the underground world. The name alone made seasoned businessmen sit straighter.Lewis Scarp—the man whose wine auctioned for six figures per bottle. A legend.Their foot
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 168
Gasps and scattered murmurs still buzzed through the banquet hall like bees disturbed from their hive. Iron Will and Lewis Liu sitting at Jack’s table wasn’t just unexpected—it was unthinkable.Even now, the older relatives whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of it.“No way that’s real…”“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe they came for the family, not for Jack.”“Even if they said ‘Mr. Sullivan,’ they could’ve meant Nathan…”At another table, one of the distant cousins leaned toward Elder Mason. “Jack was just a fool a year ago. How could someone like Iron Will call himself a subordinate to him? It doesn’t add up.”“Exactly,” another chimed in. “They must be doing this out of politeness. Respecting the Sullivan family name.”Wendy clenched her fists under the table but said nothing. Even as Jack’s mother, she couldn’t fully grasp the depth of her son’s transformation.He was my fragile boy… now these terrifying men bow to him like servants.George didn’t speak either,
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CHAPTER 190
The room was still tense with the aftershock of Thomas Tang’s public humiliation.He remained kneeling on the ground like a squashed roach, blood drying on his nose, terrified to breathe too loud in case Jack Sullivan changed his mind and finished the job.Meanwhile, Tina Yale, who had once laughed at Rachel and treated Jack like a peasant, now stood frozen like her brain had blue-screened.“Y-You’re really from that Sullivan family?” she stammered, voice brittle.Jack didn’t look at her. He was helping Rachel into a dry robe, gently draping it over her shoulders.Tina stepped forward, voice switching from arrogant to syrupy-sweet in a heartbeat. “Mr. Sullivan! Oh my gosh, I had no idea you were… that important.”Jack glanced at her, unimpressed.“I mean,” Tina continued with a nervous giggle, “if I had known, I never would’ve... well, you know… spoken out of turn.”Rachel rolled her eyes. “You mean called him a show-off and treated him like a janitor?”Tina turned red. “That was a jo
CHAPTER 189
Rachel Young stood dripping in front of the steaming pool, arms clutched around herself, face burning redder than the volcanic mist surrounding them. She wanted to vanish. Right there. Into the steam, the water, the ground—anywhere but here.“I—it was an accident!” she stammered, looking at Tina, Wendy, and the furious man storming toward them.But no one was listening.Thomas Tang, red-faced and puffed up like a spoiled goose, stood in the doorway with his guards flanking him like bulldogs on a leash. His expensive shirt was unbuttoned halfway like he was auditioning for a mob boss role he had no business playing."You humiliate me in public," Thomas snarled, pointing a shaking finger at Jack. "You touch what’s mine, and you think you’ll walk away? I’ll crush you! You have no idea who I am!”Jack didn’t flinch.Still standing half-submerged in the spring, he calmly handed Rachel a towel. “Dry off. Don’t catch a cold.”Rachel blinked at him, stunned by his cool demeanor.He’s calm? Wi
CHAPTER 188
The audition room stank of desperation—cheap perfume, bad foundation, and the raw hunger of a hundred girls clawing for a scrap of fame.When it was finally Rachel Young’s turn, Tina Yale nearly dragged her to the front like a prize cow being paraded for auction.Standing near the casting table was Thomas Tang, heir to one of Eastridge’s wealthiest families and son of the President of the Chamber of Commerce. A man who thought his last name gave him the right to pluck any girl he wanted like low-hanging fruit.Tina whispered excitedly, "Smile, girl. You’re about to get your golden ticket."Rachel, heart hammering, tried her best to act polite."Mr. Tang, this is Rachel Young," Tina said with a simpering smile. "She’s amazing. She’s perfect for the role."Thomas didn’t even bother hiding the way his eyes swept over Rachel, lingering far too long.A sleazy grin spread across his face as he reached out, trying to grab Rachel’s hand like she was an item on display."Come," Thomas said, vo
CHAPTER 187
The casting line at Volcano Crest Resort barely moved.Rachel Young stood in heels that pinched and a dress she didn’t even like, eyes flicking toward the fake movie banner ahead: Spring Heart, Winter Flame. A glorified soap opera wrapped in indie film packaging—except everyone knew what it really was.A gift-wrapped vanity project for Nancy Winter, funded by someone with too much money and not enough talent.Beside her, Tina Yale tapped away on her phone, smirking as she read through a gossip blog post.“I swear,” Tina said, laughing, “if Nancy gets any more plastic surgery, the next red carpet should be hosted by a recycling plant.”Rachel shot her a look. “Maybe don’t say that right before we walk in to audition to play her servant?”Tina shrugged, unbothered. “Oh, please. She doesn’t even know who’s getting cast. The real boss here is Tyler Tian.”Rachel raised an eyebrow. “You mean the guy funding all this?”Tina grinned, leaning in like she was sharing state secrets. “You really
CHAPTER 186
The air shifted as Jack Sullivan walked toward the lower basin of Crystal Springs. It wasn’t the usual kind of heat or humidity. It carried weight—an invisible charge that made his skin prickle.He paused near a jagged rock wall, narrowing his eyes.Black diamond crystal, he thought.A rare mineral. Dense with elemental energy. Lethal in combat, priceless in martial cultivation.Only a few in the country even knew how to sense it, let alone use it.And Jack felt it pulsing below the surface like a heartbeat under lava.He also sensed movement.Not tourists.Fighters.Others like him. They were here for the same thing—and they weren’t here to relax.But before he could dig deeper—figuratively or literally—a familiar nasal voice cut through the air.“Hey! You again?”Brent Wyatt, Nancy Winter’s agent, stormed across the path with his stupid sunglasses on indoors and a clipboard that probably hadn’t seen real paperwork in years.Jack rolled his eyes. Not this guy again.“You’ve got some
CHAPTER 185
Jack Sullivan stood in the marble-tiled hallway of the Volcano Crest Resort, watching Rachel Young and her overly lip-glossed friend Tina Yale scroll through their phones like they were auditioning for who could ignore him faster.When Jack casually mentioned he knew Nancy Winter, Tina burst out laughing.“Please,” she said, waving her French-manicured fingers in the air. “You? Know Nancy Winter? That’s like a squirrel saying it dated an eagle.”Jack raised an eyebrow. “We grew up together.”Tina smirked. “Yeah? And I once dated Superman. We all have our fairy tales.”Rachel, standing off to the side, looked at Jack with a raised brow, her voice cautious. “Wait, are you serious? Nancy Nancy?”Jack shrugged. “You don’t have to believe me.”Tina scoffed and crossed her arms. “Good. Because we don’t. You’re clearly trying to sound impressive just because we’re here for an audition. What’s next? You’ll say you’re the executive producer’s secret twin?”Jack gave a half-smile. “If that woul
CHAPTER 184
Jack Sullivan didn’t follow after Nancy Winter.He didn’t need to.She had said what she needed to say—with rage in her voice and tears in her eyes. And he? He had no excuse worthy of softening the ache he left behind. He just watched her vanish into the crowd of cameras and makeup artists like a ghost swallowed by spotlight.Still, he felt it.Beneath the fury, beneath the insults—she still cared.And maybe that made it worse.“Hey!”Jack turned.It was Nancy’s agent—Brent Wyatt—a slick-haired man with a clipboard, Bluetooth headset, and the personality of a knockoff talent scout mixed with a tabloid addict.Brent looked Jack up and down like he was inspecting gum on his designer shoes. “Let me make something real clear, soldier boy.”Jack raised a brow, unamused.Brent stepped closer. “Nancy’s a star now. A national icon. She doesn’t need some forgotten war dog crawling out of the past looking to leech off her success.”Jack didn’t flinch. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”“I know
CHAPTER 183
The air at Volcano Crest Resort carried a strange weight—thick with steam from the hot springs, yet heavier with the tension rising between Jack Sullivan and the woman who had once meant everything to him.Nancy Winter.The nation's darling. Red carpet royalty. America's fantasy in heels.But now, up close, her eyes weren’t full of glamour. They burned with something far more dangerous—betrayal.She walked toward him with the grace of a panther, smile as sharp as glass. Cameras flashed around her, but all she saw was him.“Well, look who decided to return from the grave,” Nancy said, folding her arms. “The great Jack Sullivan. Alive. Breathing. Married.”Jack didn’t blink. “Nancy—”“No,” she cut in, voice ice-cold. “You don’t get to say my name like that. Like you didn’t vanish off the face of the earth without even a damn voicemail.”Jack exhaled. “It wasn’t what you think.”Nancy laughed bitterly. “Oh, I’m sure. You were busy, right? Got lost in a grocery store aisle for five years?
CHAPTER 182
Jack Sullivan had faced bullets, betrayal, and backroom ambushes. He’d made city kings kneel, snapped spines of mobsters with a glance—but none of that prepared him for being locked in a bedroom by his mother.“Try for a baby,” she’d said with a wink.Try not to die from embarrassment—Jack had thought instead.Lisa sat at the far end of the bed, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse, cheeks redder than a fire alarm. “I didn’t think… I didn’t mean for things to spiral like that,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze.Jack shrugged, hands behind his head as he leaned back. “That’s just my mom’s temper. Explosive as a volcano, but she means well.”Lisa peeked up. “So… the divorce?”He glanced at her, eyes calm. “Off the table.”A soft silence filled the room, but it wasn’t as tense as before.Lisa’s heart fluttered, just a little. He doesn’t want to separate?And strangely, for the first time, she didn’t want to either.The next morning, Jack was halfway through breakfast when Max called him.