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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 87
The rooftop lights flickered above the tense crowd. Wind howled around the building, but the true storm stood in the form of a beast—Big-Headed Draco, the brutal enforcer for the Carter family.He cracked his knuckles, a grin stretching across his scarred face.“Three moves,” he growled. “That’s all I’ll need. Same number I used to kill that whining brat, Yemin.”Jack Sullivan just stood there, hands in his pockets.“Three moves?” Jack echoed. “That’s generous. You planning to take a nap mid-fight?”Draco sneered. “You got jokes, huh? Let’s see if you still smile when I peel your ribs open.”Maxvier leaned to Rawon and whispered, “Wow. Somebody skipped leg day and personality class.”Draco turned, glaring. “Say that again, pretty boy.”Maxvier smirked. “No thanks. I don’t fight gorillas with brain damage.”Even Emma winced. “Can we not poke the giant murder-beast, please?”But Jack stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Draco.“You think you're scary because you broke a few necks and
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 88
The Carter family manor, once a proud symbol of wealth and influence in Texas City, stood in eerie silence. The wind carried the scent of scorched earth and fear.Jack Sullivan arrived like a quiet storm, stepping out of a matte black SUV. Rose followed close behind, silent, eyes sharp and unblinking.Charles Carter was already at the gates, hobbling on one crutch, his leg still bandaged from the last “lesson” he received. His remaining bodyguards—three tall men in suits—tightened formation as Jack approached.Jack didn’t even look at them. Instead, he lifted his phone and gave a single command.“Start the demolition.”A split second later, **BOOM—**a thunderous explosion rocked the estate.From every corner of the property, heavy machinery rolled in. Bulldozers, cranes, and explosive charges placed in advance lit up the air. Mansions crumbled. Pools exploded. Statues snapped like toys.Emma, watching via drone feed miles away, gasped. “He’s really tearing down the entire estate…”Tar
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 89
As the last embers of the Carter estate burned behind him, Jack Sullivan stepped onto the main road, Rose walking silently at his side like a shadow with a blade.But this time, someone was waiting for him.A small entourage stood at the edge of the Carter grounds—Tarvol Hayley, Rawon, Julia, and two older men who radiated authority.Head Lord Hayley, owner of the Hayley family, stood with sharp eyes and a stiff back.Beside him was Head Lord Garvos, the iron-blooded patriarch of the Garvos family, who rarely appeared in public unless something massive had shifted.Jack didn’t pause his step.Tarvol stepped forward first, a rare look of humility crossing his face. “Jack. I know it doesn’t mean much now, but thank you. For not turning that rooftop into my grave.”Jack gave him a bland glance. “Still might. Haven’t decided yet.”Tarvol laughed nervously, then stepped back.Head Lord Garvos spoke next, voice steady. “Mr. Sullivan.”Jack stopped.“I’ve come to apologize for my son’s… unwi
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 90
At a secluded private lounge near the Hayley estate, two of the city’s most powerful men sipped aged liquor and wore thin expressions.Head Lord Hayley swirled his drink and muttered, “So, we both bowed, and he didn’t even blink.”Head Lord Garvos chuckled. “He treated us like street performers trying to impress a god.”Hayley exhaled, leaning back. “You think he wants to take Texas City?”Garvos nodded slowly. “He doesn’t want it. But he could take it.”Hayley’s eyes narrowed. “But to become Commander—officially—he needs recognition from all major forces. The finance guilds, the commercial banks, the energy conglomerates… they won't hand power to someone just because he throws a punch.”Garvos smirked. “Then let them wait until he throws a building.”Hayley paused, tapping his glass. “What about Emma?”Garvos looked amused. “You still think your daughter stands a chance?”“She’s stubborn,” Hayley replied. “So is he. That’s a start.”Meanwhile, Jack Sullivan pulled into the driveway o
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 91
Jack Sullivan stepped through the gilded glass doors of the Grand Imperial Hotel with measured grace, his composed demeanor masking the calculations behind his eyes. The prestigious tasting event hummed with activity—pharmaceutical luminaries exchanged pleasantries in the outer hall, but Jack knew the inner chamber housed the true treasures.Ancient herbs. Spiritual roots. Medicinal pills valued beyond most fortunes.Jack navigated through the assembly with quiet purpose, acknowledging no one. His thoughts drifted inward as he moved.My previous life ended because I pursued power too hastily, he reflected, his gaze steady and focused. When Kafer struck me down, he destroyed more than my physical form. Now I have this second chance—to build methodically, with wisdom and patience.He subtly flexed his fingers, appreciating how energy circulated through his meridians with newfound clarity and precision.A body honed for combat. A soul tempered for greatness. No more shortcuts—only master
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 92
The Grand Imperial Hotel’s tasting event was in full swing, with waiters carrying trays of rare wine and whispers of billion-dollar deals floating through the air. In the inner hall, only the elites moved freely. Jack Sullivan wasn’t bothered. He wasn’t here for their approval.But the name they kept calling him?That was starting to grind.“Oh, look who it is,” sneered a familiar, shrill voice. “The insane’s son-in-law actually showed up.”Jack didn’t flinch. He didn’t need to look to know it was Ashley’s mother, decked out in enough fake jewels to outshine a chandelier. Her voice alone could curdle wine.“I’m honestly impressed,” she continued, sipping her overpriced drink. “I figured you’d be under a bridge somewhere. Or maybe barking for food.”Jack glanced at her calmly. “You sound bitter. Let me guess—another investment failed?”She scoffed. “You’re the failure, Jack. Everyone knows it. Married the village lunatic and still walking around pretending you matter.”Village lunatic,
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 93
The moment Jasper Steel opened his smug mouth again, Jack had already decided.“You’ve got a big mouth,” Jasper sneered. “One I’m going to cut into pieces after this event—”CRACK.Jack’s fist buried itself into Jasper’s stomach like a steel piston.The arrogant heir collapsed like a folding chair, gasping, knees buckling as he clutched his gut, eyes wide in pure disbelief.“Guess your mouth couldn’t protect your stomach,” Jack muttered.People nearby froze. Wine glasses trembled. Even the violinist in the corner stopped mid-string.Ashley covered her mouth. “Oh my god, Jack!”Jasper wheezed. “Y-You… you hit me—!”Jack dusted off his knuckles. “You asked for barking. I gave you a bite.”Jasper tried to stand but stumbled, face pale with fury. “You’ll regret this. My father—”“Can’t fight your battles,” Jack interrupted coolly. “Send him too if he wants to lie next to you in a hospital bed.”Ashley grabbed Jasper’s arm, torn between helping him and just vanishing.“I told you not to pr
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 94
As the elevator doors opened to the underground floor of the Grand Imperial Hotel, Jack Sullivan stepped out with Ashley at his side. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the air thick with power and influence. The room was filled with the most elite of Texas City’s businessmen, politicians, and prominent martial artists, all gathered to discuss rare herbs and spiritual treasures.But as soon as they entered, the crowd’s attention was immediately drawn to them.Jack’s reputation had preceded him, and it was like the silence in the room swallowed them whole. Ashley was still taking it all in, her eyes wide as she glanced around. There was no denying it: the heavyweights were here.But then, a loud, booming voice cut through the silence.“Mr. Jack!”Jack didn’t flinch. He didn’t even acknowledge the man immediately. But when Big Tom, the owner of Stardust Nightclub, a notorious figure with muscles like a bouncer and a reputation that scared even the toughest in Texas, approached, the res
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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
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
