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.

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