The hall fell silent after Jack tore up the check and contract. Emily's scoff echoed through the room, her confidence unbroken. "You'll regret this," she muttered.
Not likely, Jack thought, his eyes scanning the room with practiced calm. Then the doors opened. William Thompson entered—a name that made even the wealthiest guests hold their breath. Beside him stood Sarah Thompson, the woman Jack had saved from kidnappers, and Daniel Thompson, their equally formidable family member. The Wilsons' reaction was instantaneous. Michael and Patricia Wilson practically tripped over themselves, rushing to welcome the Thompsons. But William ignored them completely, his gaze fixed solely on Jack. He's been looking for me, Jack realized. William approached, and to everyone's shock, he bowed slightly. "Mr. Parker," he said, "would you honor us with a drink at our home?" The crowd watched, breathless. An invitation from the Thompsons was not something anyone refused. Jack's response surprised everyone. "No," he said simply. "I don't enjoy social visits." Gasps rippled through the room. The most powerful family in Harmonfield had just been casually rejected. Ryan Brooks, still seething from his earlier humiliation, couldn't contain himself. "Apologize!" he screamed, face red with anger. "Apologize to Mr. Thompson, or I'll break your legs!" What happened next was so fast that most guests didn't see the details. Jack's hand moved. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Ryan by the hair, yanking him down. Three precise slaps echoed through the hall—each one a public humiliation that stripped away Ryan's dignity. Emily exploded. "How dare you!" she shouted. "You're just a poor man using violence to seem powerful! Apologize to Ryan immediately!" She still doesn't understand, Jack thought. Sarah Thompson stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension. "Shut up," she told Emily bluntly. "You spoiled, pathetic little girl. If anyone from the Wilson or Brooks family touches Mr. Parker, the Thompson family will destroy you both." Silence. Michael Wilson tried to regain control. "Are you certain?" he asked William. "This man could be tricking you." William's cold glare silenced him instantly. "Mr. Parker," he announced to the entire room, "is our honored guest." Then, turning to the Wilsons, he added, "I suggest you control your people and teach them some manners." Old Joe would find this amusing, Jack thought, remembering his mentor's lessons about power and respect. William turned back to Jack, his voice low but carrying throughout the hall. "Just say the word," he said, "and we'll make both the Brooks family and the Wilsons disappear." The meaning was clear. This was no idle threat. Jack studied William for a moment. No surprise. No fear. Just a calm acknowledgment of power. The guests looked at Jack differently now. The man they'd mocked, the supposed "nobody" in a simple jacket—was someone completely unexpected. Someone with connections that could make entire families tremble. Sarah stepped closer to Jack. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly. "I'm fine," Jack replied. Daniel Thompson watched the scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. Something about Jack intrigued him—this man was more than he appeared. Emily stood frozen, her world suddenly turned upside down. The man she'd dismissed, the fiancé she'd rejected, was now being honored by Harmonfield's most feared family.
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The wind rolled through Harmonfield’s Lower Strip, carrying the scent of gasoline, street tacos, and danger.Jack’s boots clicked against the cracked asphalt as he and Sarah rounded the final block of 7th and Mercer. Neon lights from underground lounges flickered overhead. Somewhere beneath the surface, the city breathed in gears and pulses.He slowed when a matte-black Dodge Challenger idled at the curb. Ryan leaned against it, arms crossed, sunglasses on despite the moonlight.“Took you long enough,” Ryan muttered, flicking his cigarette to the ground.Jack kept walking. “Didn’t know we were racing to meet you.”Sarah narrowed her eyes. “What do you want, Ryan?”Ryan nodded toward the alley beside him. A soft hum vibrated under the pavement—music, engine roars, money being counted.“You’ve been Harmonfield’s golden boy for weeks,” he said. “Miracles, media, redemption arcs. But you’ve never faced what matters here. Not really.”Jack tilted his head. “Let me guess. You think that’s a
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But as someone who already had. The morning after the auction, Harmonfield buzzed with gossip. Social media lit up like a downed power grid. Clips of Emily’s dramatic win and the backstage fallout leaked within hours. Headlines flared: “Jack Parker Donates $3M Artifact, Pays for Rival’s Mistake.” “Emily Wilson’s $4M Flop—Who Covered the Cost?” But Jack wasn’t scrolling. He was already standing in a glass-walled boardroom on the 62nd floor of the Thompson Group tower, dressed in slate slacks and a black tailored jacket. He leaned against the far wall, quiet as a storm on the horizon. William Thompson—Sarah’s father, Harmonfield’s corporate lion—was halfway through presenting to the board when it happened. His voice caught. Then stopped. His eyes rolled. His hand slapped the table. “Dad?” Sarah stood, panic rising in her voice. William clutched his chest and fell. “No.” Jack’s voice cut through the stunned silence like a blade. “Sarah—call 911. Now.” He was alre
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The LaFerrari purred softly as it pulled up to Jack’s penthouse garage. The ride from Crestmont had been quiet—peaceful even. But Sarah had seen the storm still in his eyes, the kind of silence that wasn’t empty but calculating.“You okay?” she asked gently as the car shut off.Jack stepped out, straightening his cufflinks. “Yeah. Just thinking.”“About Emily?”Jack looked at her. “About people like her. About what power does to someone who’s afraid of losing it.”The next evening, Harmonfield’s skyline shimmered in gold as floodlights danced over City Hall’s courtyard. It was time for the Annual Charity Auction—an event dripping with wealth, influence, and egos wrapped in thousand-dollar suits.Jack arrived alone, dressed in a crisp black mandarin-collared suit with no tie, understated but flawless. He parked his own car—an old Mercedes 300SL he’d rebuilt with Old Joe in their garage years ago.As he approached the red carpet, flashbulbs flickered.“He’s here.”“That’s Jack Parker, r
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The night breeze swept through Harmonfield as Jack and Sarah stepped into the LaFerrari, the weight of what had just unfolded still settling in the air like dust after a demolition.Neither of them spoke for the first few minutes.Then Sarah broke the silence. “There’s an alumni gala at Crestmont University tomorrow night. I was going to skip, but… I want you to come.”Jack raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. “Isn’t that your old Ivy League place?”She nodded. “Very formal. Very elite. Very snobbish.”“Sounds like my kind of crowd,” he muttered, smirking.“You’ll love it,” she said, half-laughing. “Ryan’s coming too. Apparently bringing a… plus one.”Jack didn’t miss the tone in her voice.“Emily?”Sarah shrugged. “It’s all over the group chat. They’re not subtle. He wants to show her off to my old friends like some second-hand trophy.”Jack chuckled. “Let’s give them something worth looking at.”Some hours later.The Crestmont Alumni Gala was held in the prestigious Branner Hall, a n
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The matte black LaFerrari coasted down Harmonfield’s upper boulevard, humming like a predator at rest. Sarah leaned her head back, the wind brushing strands of her hair into Jack’s face.She smiled. “You really made Emily faint.”Jack adjusted his sunglasses. “She needed to sit down. That showroom had too much reality in the air.”Sarah laughed—short, soft, unburdened. But as they drove past the digital tickers downtown, Jack noticed something on a skyscraper news screen.BREAKING: WILSON GROUP STOCK PLUNGES AFTER THOMPSON GROUP WITHDRAWAL.He blinked. “Already?”Sarah followed his gaze. “You knew this would happen.”“I hoped it would. But I didn’t think they’d bleed this fast.”The LaFerrari’s engine growled as Jack took a sharp turn.“Where are we going?” she asked.Jack’s mouth set in a line. “The Draconia Capital Summit. Emily’s pitching for rescue money.”Sarah straightened. “Oh no…”“Oh yes.”Hours later.The Grand Royale Hotel sparkled like a diamond tower as Jack pulled into v
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The Mustang roared softly beneath them as they cruised through Harmonfield, sunlight bouncing off mirrored buildings, the city pulsing with late-afternoon energy. Sarah’s fingers still rested lightly in Jack’s. Neither of them spoke for a long while. They didn’t need to.Eventually, Jack broke the silence.“I need a new car.”Sarah blinked. “The Mustang’s still fine.”Jack nodded. “It is. But I’m not.”She turned toward him. “What do you mean?”Jack’s jaw flexed. “I’ve been walking around Harmonfield trying to live like the guy I used to be. And maybe I needed that. But after today?” He looked ahead, eyes narrowing. “I think it’s time the city remembered who I became.”Sarah smiled faintly. “Then let’s get you something worthy of that reminder.”An hour later, they pulled into Harmonfield’s Ferrari dealership—Gran Lux Motors, the most exclusive exotic car showroom in Draconia. The showroom’s glass walls glimmered like diamonds. Inside sat machines that looked like moving sculpture: sl
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