2024-12-23 03:52:37Jeffrey's hand tightened around the phone as Cora's voice sliced through the silence like a razor.
“You’re really pathetic, Jeffrey. You should have done this years ago. But don’t worry, if you don’t hurry up and get your ass down to the courthouse, Adam will make sure you regret it.” Her laugh was sharp, cruel.
The words hit him like a slap. His jaw clenched, and his pulse hammered in his neck. He wanted to scream, to throw the phone across the room, but instead, he kept his voice low, controlled.
“You’ll regret this, Cora,” he said, his voice dripping with venom. “Every choice you make, you’ll regret it.”
Cora’s laughter echoed in his ear before she hung up. He stared at the phone, his hand trembling. This was it. The final straw. He had tried for years to make it work, but the constant mockery, the endless manipulation—he was done.
Rita, who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, watching Jeffrey with concern, stood up.
She was gentle, offering him an escape, her voice soft. “Jeffrey, let me drive you to the courthouse. I’ll go with you.”
He shook his head, the heat of his frustration still burning through him.
“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to do that. I’ll take a cab.”
Rita hesitated, clearly wanting to argue, but instead just nodded.
She didn’t know he was going to divorce today.
She gave him a sad smile, but Jeffrey barely noticed. He was already thinking of the best way to get this over with.
The cab ride felt like an eternity.
He stepped out of the taxi and straightened his jacket, the cool air of the morning biting at his skin. And then, he saw her.
Cora stood across the street, her gaze immediately locking onto him. A smirk crept across her lips. “Look at you,” she called out, loud enough for everyone around to hear. “You’ve been married to me for years, and you still can’t even afford a car. What a joke.”
Jeffrey didn’t answer. He just kept walking, his steps steady and deliberate, his eyes fixed on the courthouse doors ahead. He wasn’t about to let her provoke him any further.
Inside, the paperwork was straightforward.
The woman behind the counter barely looked up from her computer as she slid the forms across to him.
He signed. She stamped. It was done.
His marriage is over.
As Jeffrey turned to leave, he heard her voice again.
Cora's voice cut through the air, thick with mockery. “You’re a nobody. Don’t come crawling back to me for help. You won’t get a penny.”
Jeffrey didn’t turn around.
His fingers curled into fists at his sides, but he kept his composure.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he said, his tone as sharp as a knife. “This is the last time you’ll hear from me.”
He scanned the area, looking for the nearest taxi. His stomach churned with the urge to escape, to put as much distance between himself and her as possible.
Cora’s phone rang. She glanced down at the screen, her lips curving into a sly smile. She answered the call with a saccharine sweetness he’d never once heard her use on him.
“Hello, Adam,” she purred. “Yes, it’s done. I’m free.”
She paused, listening intently, her eyes lighting up with something Jeffrey couldn’t quite place. Then her smile widened. “You have a surprise for me? I can’t wait.”
The surprise. That’s when it happened.
A deep rumble sounded from down the street, and Jeffrey turned instinctively.
A line of sleek black luxury cars appeared, their polished surfaces gleaming in the morning sun.
The engines hummed in unison as the cars rolled toward the courthouse, their tires squeaking against the pavement.
There must have been at least ten, maybe more.
Cora’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning as she turned her attention to the convoy.
This must be the surprise Adam mentioned.
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The rain didn't fall anymore—it attacked. Each drop struck the earth like shrapnel, bouncing from the broken stone and splintered glass. The night sky was a bleeding bruise, purple and gray, trembling with thunder. Wind screamed through the fractured bones of the manor, carrying the faint scent of smoke, blood, and burnt ink. Jeffery stepped into it without hesitation. The downpour hit his face, cold and merciless, but he didn't wipe it away. He walked with slow, deliberate steps—boots crunching over gravel and shards, his coat dragging through the puddles like a wounded flag. His shadow followed him for a few seconds before vanishing beneath the veil of rain.Captain Daniel has caused me a lot of grief, Jeffery thought within himself. First he started it by burning my company. Then he went after Rita and the Stirling Enterprise...and then he killed them.By now it was already established within his heart who was the cause of everything. He no longer needed any detective to find out
CHAPTER 158
The storm did not stop. It only deepened, becoming heavier with every second that passed.Rain lashed against the broken glass like claws, streaking the marble floor with veins of silver. The flames that had once burned with fury were now reduced to embers, their faint orange glow trembling against the gusts that slipped through the shattered panes. The air was think with the scent of wet ash, of burned paper and blood drying on stone.Jeffery stood near the window, silent as a monument. The dim lightning carved him into fragments—jaw tight, shoulders squared, his reflection a mosaic of conflicting faces. Every crack in the glass split him into another version of himself: the soldier, the savior, the executioner. And behind him all, something deeper—something hollow.The weight of everything pressed in. The silence. The storm. The truth.He breathed out, the sound low and harsh in the cold air. "Do you hate me now?"The words came slow, almost reluctant, like a confession rather than
CHAPTER 157
The night pressed down on the manor like a suffocating shroud. Ash drifted lazily through the air, glowing faintly as the last embers of the courtyard fire died beneath the whispering wind. The moonlight was thin—silver and cold—pouring through broken windows and painting cracked marble floors with ghostly patterns.For a long, heavy moment, silence ruled. Rita stood stillz her face palez her eyes wide and uncertain. The orange flicker of the remaining fire danced in her pupils, making her expression unreadable—somewhere between disbelief and terror."You're... joking," she finally said after something time. "You have to be joking, Jeffery."Although Jeffery had told her about Captain Daniel some minutes ago, she couldn't believe it. She would have believed it but...it wasn't possible. It wasn't possible at all.They had already talked about it and Jeffery had thought she had taken in everything. But when silence came and she began thinking, she couldn't just place her mind on how a p
CHAPTER 156
The officers moved through the ruins like silent phantoms—disciplines, methodical, and numb to the carnage around them. Their flashlights cut pale tunnels through the smoke, beams gliding over shattered glass, cracked tiles, and the faint shimmer of blood frying under the cold night air. Radios whispered static. Cameras clicked. The sound of zipping body bags echoed like closing prayers.Raindrops fell from the cloudy sky, wetting the world below. Gusts of cold wind billowed through the environment, causing more haze to descend. Visibility became extremely low because of the weather. And this helped to cast a stygian look to the courtyard.What remained of it looked less like a battefield and more like a desecrated temple. The fountains had collapsed into itself, spilling water that mixed with soot. Charged petals from the flowerbeds drifted in the wind like ashes from a funeral pyre. The air carried the metallic scent of death, clinging to the tongue like rust. They found Dan Kimiko
CHAPTER 155
For a long moment after Osborne's death, silence ruled the ruins. No one spoke, no one moved. The only sounds were the soft hiss of burning debris and the faint crackle of dying embers scattered across the once-proud Stirling courtyard.The air itself felt heavy—thick with dust, smoke, and the metallic scent of blood. The wind blew across the open ruins, carrying with it the faint cries of the wounded and the groans of twisting metal.Finally, it's over, Jeffery thought within himself.He was standing still amidst the chaos, his body haloed by faint residual energy—white light fading slowly from his veins. His breathing steadied, his heartbeat calm, his mind distant. Around him, the world looked like a painting of destruction: half-collapsed walls, scorched trees, and the shattered remains of the Stirling fountains leaking water across blackened marble.The cops and bodyguards finally exhaled as though waking from a nightmare. Weapons dropped. Some fell to their knees; others leaned o
CHAPTER 154
The atmosphere bled with silence. Dust and debris floated through the fractured courtyard like ghosts. The moonlight, fractured by smoke and flickering embers, shone weakly upon Jeffery—the man who now stood like a god reborn.The energy in his veins thrummed. It wasn't just Qi anymore but something else. It was something older, purer, and infinitely more terrifying. It seemed to be something which was more ancient than time itself.His aura hummed in the air like a living storm. The ground beneath him cracked into deep spiderwebs, unable to withstand the magnitude of his presence.Inside his Dantian, the final barrier had broken. The spiraling rivers of elemental essence had fused—fire into into water, earth into air—until the four merged into one seamless current. It wasn't chaos; it was equilibrium.This... he clenched his fists slowly. I've finally reached the peak of the advanced level. And with it came a new agility: matter transmutation.Well, he actually had this ability but i
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