THE SAVIOR GOD OF WAR RETURNS

Chapter 4

Jack's hands clenched slightly at his sides. The contempt from Emily's family burned through him—not because of pride, but because of the promise his grandfather had made. Years of training with Old Joe had taught him patience, but there were limits.

They have no idea, he thought, what I'm truly capable of.

Emily stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension. "Enough," she said to her parents. "This is neither the time nor the place." Turning to Jack, she spoke with calculated coldness. "My grandfather is currently overseas receiving medical treatment. We will discuss this contract later."

Her eyes swept over his simple clothing, a hint of disdain in her gaze. "You may stay and eat," she added, "but do not—under any circumstances—embarrass my family in front of our guests."

With a dismissive gesture, she threw the contract back at Jack and turned to walk away.

Ryan Brooks, standing nearby, couldn't resist a parting shot. "Look at you," he sneered. "You don't belong here."

Jack's patience evaporated. "I want an answer now," he said firmly. "From your grandfather. Immediately."

Emily paused, irritation flickering across her face. She pulled out her phone and dialed, putting the call on speaker. The entire room went silent.

"Grandfather," she said, "there's a man here claiming to be my fiancé based on an old contract."

George Wilson's voice crackled through the speaker. He sounded tired, slightly out of breath. "Ah," he said, "that would be Jack Parker."

The story unfolded like a decades-old wound. Years ago, the Wilson family had been on the brink of financial ruin. Jack's grandfather had appeared like a guardian angel, lending them one million dollars when no one else would. The marriage was a promise—a way to repay an impossible debt.

"It was a hasty decision," George admitted. "Made in a moment of desperation."

Emily's eyes lit up. "So we can cancel the engagement?"

"Yes," George replied. "We'll return the money. The contract is null and void."

A triumphant smile spread across Emily's face. She pulled out a check, crisp and official. "One million dollars," she said, holding it out to Jack. "Consider this the end of our engagement. We are not equals. We have nothing to do with each other."

Ryan laughed—a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the grand hall.

Jack looked at the check. Then at Emily. A calm smile played on his lips. "I hope," he said softly, "that you don't come to regret this moment."

"Take the money," Emily responded. "Live a simple life. Know your place."

In that moment, time seemed to slow. Jack's hand moved almost imperceptibly. The check and the old contract began to tear—not violently, but with a delicate precision. The pieces fluttered down like snowflakes, catching the light of the crystal chandeliers.

Old Joe warned me about this, Jack thought. Some promises are bigger than money. Bigger than a single moment.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as the torn paper drifted to the floor. Jack had refused their money. Refused their dismissal. Something in his eyes told them this was far from over.

Emily's confident smile wavered for just a moment.

Ryan's laughter died in his throat.