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Hearing what Jason just said.Camila’s lips pressed into a thin line, her grip on the wheel tightening slightly. “Friends, huh?” she murmured, her tone skeptical. “She doesn’t look at you like someone who’s just a friend.”However Jason hesitated, sensing the shift in her demeanor. “She’s the one who recommended me to you,” he said carefully. “That’s all there is to it.”At that moment Camila’s jaw tightened, and her thoughts raced. Is that really all? she wondered. She couldn’t ignore the flicker of hurt she’d seen in Summer’s eyes. It wasn’t the look of someone indifferent, it seems she's regretting her actions now.“You’re sure?” Camila asked, her voice quieter but insistent. “Because the way she reacted... it felt like there’s more to the story. Were you two—”Jason cut her off, his tone firm but not defensive. “No. We weren’t anything.”At that moment Camila’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the uncertainty lingered. “She seemed... invested in you,” she said softly, almost to h
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 122
Not Long after the car rolled to a halt in the sprawling driveway of Camila’s grandfather’s estate, its towering gates shutting silently behind them. Jason stepped out, his calm demeanor masking the slight unease he felt in the grandeur of the surroundings. Camila, as poised as ever, walked ahead, her heels clicking against the polished stone pathway. She glanced over her shoulder, her expression unreadable, silently urging Jason to follow.Although Jason had been here before, he it's still new to him.Inside, the mansion was alive with quiet elegance, the faint hum of conversation drifting from one of the larger rooms. Camila’s grandfather, a commanding yet welcoming presence, stood near the entrance of the study, his hands clasped behind his back. Beside him was an older man—well-dressed, with sharp eyes that suggested intelligence and a hint of skepticism.At that moment Jason’s gaze flickered between the two men as they approached. Camila’s grandfather smiled faintly, motioning f
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 123
Not long after they left the house and headed towards the he car.The tension in the car was palpable as they drove to the auction. Jason sat silently in the back seat, his calm demeanor belying the storm brewing beside him. Professor Leland sat rigidly, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed straight ahead. His earlier interaction with Jason had left a bitter taste in his mouth, and the silence between them was thick with unspoken animosity between them.Leland finally broke the quiet, his voice tinged with condescension. “You know, young man,” he began without looking at Jason, “respect for one’s elders and betters is an important virtue. Perhaps you’d do well to practice it.”hearing what he said.Jason didn’t rise to the bait, his expression unchanging. “I respect those who earn it,” he replied evenly, his tone polite but firm. “Not those who demand it.”Camila, sitting in the front seat, suppressed a sigh as she glanced at her grandfather, whose expression hovered somewhere betwee
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 124
At that moment The auctioneer's voice rang out, smooth and persuasive, as he described the pillow. “This isn’t just any antique, ladies and gentlemen. Legend has it that this pillow, when used over a long period, can cure various health issues. It’s said to bring peace to one’s sleep and even allow you to recall your dreams in vivid detail.”Hearing what the auctioneer just said.The murmurs in the room grew louder, a mix of intrigue and skepticism rippling through the crowd. Jason leaned back in his seat, his sharp gaze fixed on the pillow. Camila glanced at him briefly but didn’t say anything as her grandfather straightened in his chair, clearly piqued by the auctioneer’s words.“Shall we start the bidding at hundred thousand?” the auctioneer called, his voice cutting through the chatter.Several paddles shot into the air, and the bidding quickly escalated. “ Hundred and Fifteen thousand… twenty thousand… twenty-five!” The numbers climbed higher, the excitement in the room palpabl
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However Camila’s grandfather still seated quietly, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest of his chair. His gaze flickered between Jason and the pillow displayed under the auctioneer’s dramatic lighting. Despite his composed demeanor, there was a clear hesitancy in his eyes—a conflict between his admiration for Jason’s advice and his own curiosity about the pillow’s claims.Jason observed the older man closely, his sharp eyes catching the subtle signs of indecision. Camila’s grandfather wanted the pillow—his interest was evident—but he was holding back out of respect for Jason’s earlier warnings.However Professor Leland, sensing the hesitation, leaned in slightly again, his tone smooth and persuasive. “Sir, I understand the dilemma. But as I said earlier, the pillow’s value isn’t just in its craftsmanship or its claims. It’s in the peace of mind it can provide. If you believe it will help you, then it will. And, importantly, it’s not harmful in any way.”At that moment Jason’s
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 126
The room, which had been tense with anticipation, erupted into laughter the moment the auctioneer made his declaration. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice steady, though the mirth around him grew louder. “This ring, as legend has it, was worn by the great Matais of Aetherfield.”Hearing what he just said.The crowd’s reaction was immediate. Some scoffed openly, while others leaned into their companions, whispering and chuckling behind cupped hands. A few outright guffawed, the sound echoing through the grand hall.However the auctioneer, undeterred, continued. “It is said that this ring contained all the powers of King Matais himself. Of course,” he added, clearing his throat, “we cannot verify the authenticity of these claims. Therefore, we will start the bidding at—” He paused dramatically. “One hundred dollars.”The laughter peaked, filling the room with a cacophony of disbelief and amusement.At that moment Camila’s grandfather leaned back in his chair, his lips twitchi
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The tension in the room was thick as the second scholar stood, his expression composed but his eyes sharp. He adjusted his glasses with a calm precision that only heightened the weight of his next words.“While the historical accounts may claim that King Matais threw the ring into the Atlantic Ocean after the Great War of Black Creek,” he began, his voice clear and steady, “there is a lesser-known account that contradicts this narrative.”At that moment The murmurs in the room quieted as the crowd leaned forward, intrigued by his bold statement. Even Camila’s grandfather, who had remained contemplative, straightened slightly in his chair. Jason’s sharp eyes darted to the first scholar, whose stiff posture betrayed his irritation.The second scholar continued, his tone unwavering. “King Matais was a man of strategy and foresight. He knew the power the ring symbolized—both real and perceived. Throwing it into the ocean was a clever ploy, a diversion designed to ensure that those who so
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However the room remained tense as the scholar, who had already captivated the audience, leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady and commanding. “Let me take you deeper into the legend of King Matais,” he began, his voice carrying a weight that drew everyone’s full attention. “It’s widely believed that King Matais burned the ring in front of his sons, declaring it destroyed so that no one would seek its power again. But anyone familiar with his legacy would know that such an act was impossible.”Again the crowd murmured in confusion, and a few leaned closer, their curiosity piqued even more. Jason’s sharp eyes never left the scholar as he spoke, noting the precision and intent behind every word.“The ring,” the scholar continued, his tone firm, “was said to be impervious to fire. King Matais himself was known to walk through flames while wearing it, emerging unscathed. So how could something so resilient to heat be reduced to ash in the hearth of a king’s chamber? The truth is, it
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Zane didn’t waste a second, he tapped the answer button and immediately switched the phone to loudspeaker, letting the call ring out clearly through the heavy silence of the room.The phone clicked, and his brother’s voice came through the line, low and steady.Zane straightened his posture slightly, holding the phone closer."Good evening, brother," Zane said respectfully, his tone polite but carrying a slight tension underneath.There was a quick pause before he continued."Um... about that report I gave you," Zane said carefully, glancing quickly around at everyone in the room."You remember... the issue about those thugs?"His brother made a low sound of acknowledgment from the other end, Zane pushed further, making sure everyone could hear him clearly."You were the one that handled it, right?" Zane asked."You were the one that chased the thugs away... right?"For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence on the other end of the call.Zane’s fingers tightened a little around
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Emma wasn’t finished.Her emotions were pouring out now, raw and unstoppable, she took another shaky breath, her voice cracking with anger and deep hurt."But we are just praising him, right?" Emma said bitterly, her hands trembling as she gestured wildly."When I got into my school... well, because my school isn't as big as Jason’s... and it’s not as tough as Jason’s... you just cast me aside."Her voice grew louder, and the words tumbled out faster now."You don’t even listen to me anymore," she said, her heart pounding hard against her ribs."You don't do anything concerning me. You just... you just let it be like I'm all alone... like I don’t know what I'm doing!"She wiped angrily at the tears beginning to gather at the corners of her eyes, her chest heaving."You’re so biased!" Emma cried out, her voice filled with a raw kind of pain."I don't even understand it!"She shook her head slowly, her heart breaking all over again."Why would you be taking care of a stranger better tha
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At that moment, Emma felt her whole body heat up with anger.Her face tightened, and her hands balled into fists at her sides without her even realizing it.She couldn't believe what she just heard come out of her mother's mouth.It was like a slap in the face—not just to her, but especially to Zane.How could she? Emma thought bitterly.Her mother wasn't just being careless—she was openly throwing jabs at Zane without any hesitation.Instead of appreciating Zane, instead of standing there and telling him a simple 'thank you' for everything he had done, her mother was here, picking sides—making Jason feel like some almighty hero, like Jason was the only one worth recognizing.Emma’s chest tightened with frustration.This isn’t right... it’s not right at all, she thought.From the look on her face, from the stiffness of her shoulders, it was clear she couldn’t stand it one bit.She clenched her jaw hard, forcing herself to breathe for a second, but the anger wouldn’t stop boiling insid
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At that moment, Madam Victoria opened her mouth, about to say something, her face already showing signs of defending Emma’s fiancé.But before she could even get a word out, Zane stepped forward, his voice firm and cutting through the room."That’s not even true," Zane said coldly, his eyes locking onto her."I can categorically tell you, Madam Victoria, that Emma’s boyfriend didn’t do anything."The words hung heavy in the air, the tension thickening.Zane crossed his arms, not caring about the uncomfortable stares around him."He’s just bragging," Zane continued sharply, his voice dripping with disdain. "Trying to steal credit for something he didn’t even do."Madam Victoria’s lips parted slightly, as if wanting to argue, but the way Zane spoke—so direct and certain—left her hesitating."I don’t like people like this," Zane said, shaking his head in disappointment. "The kind of people who want to boast with the little thing they have... when deep down, they know the truth."His voic
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Emma folded her arms across her chest, her expression stiff with anger. Her voice was sharp as she muttered under her breath, "He doesn't deserve my thanks."Jason, who had been quietly watching her, let out a soft, almost tired chuckle. His eyes stayed calm, but there was a shadow of hurt buried deep inside them—a hurt he didn't bother hiding anymore."Okay," Jason said simply, his voice low but steady. "I know you're still bitter. That much is clear."Emma's fingers twitched at her sides, but she said nothing. She just stared at him, her jaw tightening.Jason continued, his tone slow and deliberate, almost as if he had been carrying this inside for too long. "You've always been like this," he said, his words slicing through the heavy air between them. "You've never liked me. You've made that obvious from the start."Emma's nostrils flared. Her chest rose and fell faster, the anger rising, boiling inside her."So," Jason shrugged lightly, as if brushing off a heavy weight. "Why shoul
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Madam Victoria stood there, her heart swelling with pride as she watched the scene unfold. The weight that had pressed on her chest moments ago seemed to lift, replaced by pure, genuine joy. She couldn't stop smiling. Jason had handled everything so perfectly — calm, steady, and yet so commanding. It was as if he had been born to take charge.Around her, a few staff members had also gathered, and whispers of admiration began to ripple through the room."Jason did really well," one of them said in a hushed voice, as if still processing the sheer skill with which Jason had diffused the situation."The way he just handled everything... it's like he didn't even blink," another added, clearly impressed.Madam Victoria nodded proudly, her eyes glistening slightly. She couldn't hold back her happiness anymore. "That boy..." she said softly, almost to herself. "He is something else."Meanwhile, the young man who had come in earlier — the one who had been anxiously hovering — quietly realized
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The boss's face contorted with a mixture of rage and satisfaction, his earlier fear now subsumed by the confidence that comes with imminent reinforcement. His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Victoria's desperate attempt to silence Jason."That's right," he snarled, jabbing a finger in their direction. "She knows what's coming. Maybe you should listen to her, tough guy. Start minding how you talk to me—if you want to keep that tongue in your head."Jason remained still beneath Victoria's trembling hands, his eyes never leaving the boss's face. There was something in his gaze—not fear, but a calculating intensity—that made the boss shift uncomfortably despite his advantage."Two minutes," the boss announced, checking his watch with exaggerated care. "Time for me to get comfortable for the show."He surveyed the wreckage of the shop, stepping carefully over shattered glass and splintered wood. In the corner, mostly untouched by the earlier violence, stood a single lacquered chair—on
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The silence expanded like poison gas, filling every corner of the room. The boss's pleas hung in the air, unanswered. The visitor—the connection to Victoria—remained unmoved, his expression a perfect mask."Please," the boss's voice cracked further, desperation clawing at his throat. "Look at me. Say something."But the man's eyes drifted past him, surveying the room with clinical detachment. The boss might as well have been invisible."I have money," he whispered, pressing his forehead to the cold floor, dignity abandoned. "Not just what we took from Maya. More. Much more. In accounts overseas. Properties in three countries. It's all Victoria's if she wants it."From the corner, Jason watched his once-feared boss dissolve into a puddle of fear. He'd never seen the man like this—the boss who'd once broken a man's fingers one by one for shorting him fifty dollars.The boss turned his head, seeking support from his men. Their eyes slid away, no one willing to meet his gaze."You," he ba
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Donovan racked his brain, sifting through countless faces from board meetings, charity galas, and political fundraisers. The stranger's features stirred something in his memory—prominent enough to recognize but elusive enough to frustrate."What's going on here?" The newcomer's voice cut through the tension, deep and measured with an authority that seemed to resonate through the restaurant.Before anyone could respond, Victoria rushed forward, her professional composure crumbling as she approached the stranger. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, hands trembling as she reached for his sleeve."Please, you have to help us," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "They're bullying my son. These men—" she gestured wildly at Donovan and his associates, "—they're extorting money from us. 'Security fees,' they call it."She drew a shuddering breath, the words tumbling out faster now. "We never asked for their 'protection.' They just showed up one day, demanding payment for the mosque community—
