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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 169
The air inside the Sullivan estate was thick with veiled hostility. Smiles masked tension. Toasts hid resentment. But Jack Sullivan sat silently, his every movement echoing calm dominance.Across the table, Leo Sullivan flashed his perfect smile, but Jack wasn’t fooled.He leaned forward slightly, voice quiet but sharp as a blade. “Leo… do you remember the man who paid for your education when you ran away from home?”Leo’s expression flickered, but he quickly regained composure. “What’s your point?”Jack’s voice remained low and steady. “My father took you in. Fed you. Protected you. But I suppose none of that matters to you now.”Leo shrugged, casual and dismissive. “Kindness doesn’t matter in this world, Jack. Power does. I respect the strong, not the sentimental.”Wendy gasped softly at the cruelty in his voice. George’s brow furrowed, his hand gripping the edge of the table.But Jack? He only gave a ghost of a smile. “Good. Then respect will come whether you like it or not.”Just
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 170
The banquet hall was silent.The kind of silence that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff—just before it crumbled.Jack Sullivan stood tall, shoulders squared, gaze locked onto the aging patriarch of the Sullivan family. Samuel Sullivan, once untouchable in authority, now looked smaller beneath the weight of Jack’s presence.“I’ve stayed quiet for too long,” Jack began, his voice cutting through the air like a cold wind. “But not today. Today, the truth gets spoken.”Samuel’s face hardened. “Mind your words, boy. I am still the head elder of this family.”“And I,” Jack said slowly, “am the one you tried to bury. The son of the man you betrayed. You don’t deserve silence anymore.”Gasps spread like wildfire across the room. Guests glanced nervously between Jack and Samuel.Wendy clutched George’s arm, tears glistening in her eyes—not from fear this time, but pride. My son is standing for us. Finally.Samuel scowled, voice rising. “You speak of betrayal? You call your elders trait
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 171
The golden chandeliers above flickered ever so slightly as tension rippled through the banquet hall. Jack’s words had shaken the foundation of the Sullivan family. The elders sat quietly, minds racing, pride crumbling.But not Nathan Sullivan.He stood slowly, dusting invisible lint from his sleeves, a calm yet cunning smile on his lips.“You all speak so boldly,” he said, eyes flicking from Jack to George. “But don’t forget—we still have backing. True power. And he’s almost here.”Jack didn’t move. “Daniel Tian, is it?”Nathan smirked. “He’s not just any guest, Jack. He’s the real master of Eastridge City.”Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor.A servant’s panicked voice followed:“Announcing—Mr. Daniel Tian, Lord of Eastridge!”The hall fell into complete silence.Even the air seemed to hold its breath.Daniel Tian strode in like he owned the world, a long gray coat trailing behind him, sharp eyes scanning the hall like a general inspecting his troops. Powerful bus
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 172
The tension in the Sullivan family estate had reached a boiling point.Daniel Tian stood in the center of the hall, his aura oppressive, his expression twisted in contempt. He looked down at George and Jack as if daring them to defy him again.“This is Eastridge City,” Daniel snapped. “Not Carson. Not your playground. You may be powerful over there, but here, I make the rules.”Jack stepped forward beside his father, calm and composed, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s.“We’re not here to challenge your territory,” Jack said. “But don’t make the mistake of thinking we’re beneath you. Try to control the Sullivan family, and you’ll find out just how far my reach really goes.”Daniel barked out a laugh. “Your reach? Boy, I’m not one of your Carson street thugs. I run this city. No outsider tells me what to do.”The air turned heavy.Even the elders of the Sullivan family leaned back in their chairs, unsure of what would happen next. Chad grinned like a child hiding behind his father’s legs.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 173
The air in the Sullivan estate was no longer tense.It was charged—electrified by fear, awe, and the sharp scent of history being made.Jack Sullivan sat at the head of the long ceremonial table, his calm gaze sweeping across the silent hall. To his left sat Ron Taylor, leader of Westlake City, whose loyalty was unwavering. To his right knelt Keith Rodriguez, head bowed low, blood trickling from his forehead as it pooled silently on the polished floor.Keith’s voice trembled. “Mr. Sullivan… I was wrong. I challenged you. I insulted you. I thought I had power—but I was nothing.”He slammed his forehead against the floor again, his tone raw with desperation. “I beg you… let me live. I will serve you faithfully from this day forward.”Gasps rippled through the crowd.Aunt Patricia covered her mouth in disbelief. Chad’s face had gone ghost white. Even Daniel Tian, moments ago full of arrogance, took an instinctive step back.He’s… begging for mercy? Keith Rodriguez? The untouchable king o
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 174
The Sullivan estate had fallen into reverent silence.Moments ago, Jack Sullivan had become the most powerful man in the River Region, backed by Carson City, Westlake, and North Harbor. But even now, amid bowed heads and shaken hearts, one man still clung to defiance like a drowning man to driftwood.Nathan Sullivan.He stood trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse.“I don’t care who kneels to you. You’re still just a broken heir! The Sullivan family head position is mine! I earned it when your father lost everything!”Chad stepped forward, shoulders squared in his usual arrogance. “That’s right! Do you think Shaw Group will stay silent? President Shaw will crush you, Jack. You’ll regret every decision you made tonight!”Jack didn’t even blink.He looked at Chad, then at Nathan, then back at Chad.And shook his head.“You’ve spoken enough,” Jack said, cold and emotionless. “It’s meaningless for you to keep living.”A shiver went down everyone's spine.Wendy gasped so
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 175
The tension in the Sullivan estate had thinned… but only just.Most of the family had already fallen in line. Leo Sullivan left quietly, announcing he would return to Taiqian City, unwilling to face what was clearly beyond him now.Samuel, the once-dominant elder, said nothing.Philip bowed his head.Even the cold, scheming eyes of Samuel Sullivan—the architect of George’s downfall—were void of resistance. He remained still, seemingly accepting the final outcome.Everything seemed settled.Until Nathan Sullivan, still shaking from the death of his son Chad, stood up and barked his last desperate gamble.“You think this is over?” he growled, pointing at Jack and George. “President Shaw will be here any moment! I’ve already arranged everything—the Sullivan Group will be sold to the Shaw Group!”Murmurs rippled through the crowd again.Aunt Patricia, her eyes still swollen with tears, whispered, “We’re not finished…”Jack narrowed his gaze. “You're trying to sell off our legacy to strang
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 176
The Sullivan estate trembled in silence.Jack stood tall, calm as ever, while blood dripped from Andrew Shaw’s broken mouth. David Chang, still bandaged from their last encounter, tried to help him up—only for Jack to hurl a chair across the hall.CRACK!The wooden frame shattered against David’s shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor like a fly swatted mid-air.Gasps exploded.One woman screamed. An elder nearly fainted.Even Jack’s own relatives looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.“Jack, what are you doing?!” someone shouted.“That’s enough!” cried Aunt Patricia, trembling. “You’ve gone mad!”But Jack remained unmoved, his voice sharp like steel against bone.“So now we fear surnames?” he asked coldly, scanning the crowd. “Shaw? Sullivan? These names mean nothing if they’re attached to cowards and parasites.”His words stung.Andrew tried to crawl toward the exit, blood leaking from his nose and lips. “Y-You’re dead. My sister… my father… They’ll end you…”Jack’s gaze sharp
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CHAPTER 195
Brent Wyatt whimpered as he hit the floor again, clutching his bruised shoulder. Max stood over him, arms crossed, while two of his men flanked the exit to ensure no one slipped out.“I’ll ask you one last time,” Max growled. “Where. Is. Nancy.”“I told you!” Brent blurted, eyes wide with terror. “Tyler drugged her! He said she had some kind of… condition—and he needed her for it! I didn’t know! I thought it was just a casting deal!”Jack stood to the side, deadly quiet, his arms folded across his chest. The calm before a storm.Rachel gasped. Tina’s mouth dropped open.Max stepped back, fuming. “You little weasel. You sold her out for a few bucks and a shot of champagne!”“I didn’t know!” Brent repeated. “He said he was gonna invest in the film and help her career!”Max turned to Jack. “You heard him. Tyler’s the one behind it. That creep’s been playing house at this resort for weeks—Nancy didn’t stand a chance.”Jack’s jaw clenched, but his voice stayed cold and precise. “Bring Tyle
CHAPTER 194
Inside the private suite deep in Volcano Crest Resort, Tyler Tian sat motionless, the lamplight casting strange shadows across his face.Nancy Winter lay unconscious on the velvet couch beside him—still and silent, like a doll on display.He stared at her for a long moment, jaw twitching.“What a waste…” he muttered to himself. “Could’ve had you the fun way.”But now, thanks to the Memory Doctor’s instructions, she had to be preserved. Kept untouched. Her Nine Pulses body couldn’t be tainted, not before the ritual.And Tyler Tian, once just another spoiled brat in Eastridge's high society, was no longer acting like a prince—he was becoming something darker. Something colder.Living in secret at the resort for over two weeks, he had surrendered pieces of his will to the doctor who promised power stronger than any city leader’s seat. Stronger than his own father’s.But it came with a price.Every favor, every order, every sacrifice… was part of a debt.A debt he intended to repay—by tur
CHAPTER 193
The air in the lounge was quiet now. Too quiet.Nancy Winter sat stiffly on the edge of the velvet couch, her hands curled tightly in her lap. Across from her, Tyler Tian sat with that same crooked smile, holding a porcelain teapot like he was hosting a tea party instead of manipulating someone’s future.“I understand,” Tyler said smoothly. “You’re upset. I might’ve come on too strong. It’s my fault.”Nancy glanced at him warily. “So… we’re done here?”He chuckled, pouring her tea. “No, no. Not at all. I still want to invest. Your talent deserves the spotlight.”Nancy’s brows furrowed. “Even after I slapped your contact and walked out?”Tyler shrugged. “That shows fire. Passion. I respect that. Besides, I’m not the type to let one heated moment ruin something beautiful.”Nancy bit her lip, unsure. Everything about him still felt wrong—like a snake slithering in a silk suit.But her phone buzzed in her pocket. A message from her mother:“Hospital called again. The bills went up. We nee
CHAPTER 192
The corners of his mouth twitched—a glitch in his programming. For a split second, his expression was unreadable, primitive, before smoothing back into practiced charm."Nancy." The voice came from behind her, a familiar baritone laden with forced joviality. "There you are!"Brent Wyatt, her agent of eight years, appeared at her elbow like a conjuring trick. His Tom Ford suit (last season's, bought on discount) strained slightly at the shoulders, and his smile was plastered on with the desperation of a man watching his commission evaporate."Mr. Tian," Brent said, extending a hand that Tyler pointedly ignored. "I see you two are getting acquainted. Excellent, excellent.""Your client seems reluctant to discuss terms," Tyler said, his voice a study in affected boredom.Brent's laugh was too loud, bouncing off the marble like broken glass. "Come on, Nancy," he said, chuckling nervously. "Don't make a scene. Mr. Tian's being generous. Thirty million isn't pocket change. This could launch
CHAPTER 191
Inside the private lounge of Volcano Crest Resort, the atmosphere was rich with lavender incense and fake sincerity. The marble floors gleamed under golden chandeliers, and the faint sound of soft jazz oozed from the walls like a forced smile.At the center of it all sat Nancy Winter, the nation’s sweetheart, dressed in a sleek silk robe and holding a teacup she hadn’t sipped from.Across from her was Tyler Tian, the spoiled son of Eastridge’s city leader.Tyler looked like wealth had dressed him, fed him, and done his thinking for him. Expensive watch, custom shoes, cologne that tried too hard. But behind the practiced grin, something was… off. His eyes were vacant, smile twitching—like a puppet trying to pass as human.The porcelain teacup before her remained untouched, its contents cooling from scalding to tepid. Her lipstick—the same shade as her dress—would leave no mark on it today."Why so tense, Nancy?" Tyler Tian's voice slithered across the space between them. "You look like
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
