2025-10-06 11:03:01"Stop! Everyone step aside!"
The voice belonged to Henry Moore, the hotel Gerneral Manager, whose tone carried authority.
He led a dignified middle-aged man in a high-end custom suit into the hall, with several elite-looking men following behind—their presence exuding power.
Everyone’s eyes turned to them.
The middle-aged man’s sharp gaze swept the room, finally locking onto Jack, who held the black card.
His face instantly broke into an extremely respectful expression, and he practically trotted forward.
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, he bowed deeply to Jack at a perfect 90-degree angle!
"Mr. Brown! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting!"
The conference hall fell completely silent.
The man maintained his bow, his voice clear and full of awe: "I’m Benjamin Hernandez, President of North America First Trust Bank’s Eastern U.S. Region. Your use of the ‘Thorn Card’ just now triggered our bank’s global top-tier service alert! For your absolute privacy, the system doesn’t display any specific information to the public. I sincerely apologize on behalf of the bank for the misunderstanding!"
Only then did he straighten up, respectfully offering a gold-embossed business card with both hands.
"This is my personal card—I’m available 24/7. Please don’t hesitate to contact me for any request, big or small!"
The room remained silent.
North America First Trust Bank?
That was the legendary private bank that served top billionaires and families!
"The... Thorn Card?" Ethan stammered, whispering to a well-informed guest beside him.
The guest looked stunned, explaining in a low voice: "It’s a legendary card—fewer than a hundred exist worldwide, with no spending limit. It’s not just a symbol of wealth, but of status! Rumor has it the minimum asset requirement for this card is one billion dollars!"
"One billion?!" Ethan’s legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.
He quickly moved his foot off the resume, as if it had suddenly turned into a red-hot iron.
The smile froze completely on Jacob’s face.
His American Express Card slipped from his hand with a "clink," and its golden patterns now looked utterly ridiculous.
His face turned from red to white, then to blue.
Richard Hart was the first to react.
He practically dove to pick up the resume from the floor, frantically brushing off the shoe prints with his hands.
An unprecedented fawning smile spread across his face.
"Mr. Brown! Look at me—I’m so old my eyes are failing... That was a terrible misunderstanding just now! Please, have a seat! The best seat!"
Arthur Hart also jumped up from his chair—so fast he knocked it over, but didn’t care.
His face immediately lit up with a smile.
"Mr. Brown! Forgive this old fool for being blind to your true standing—I was remiss in entertaining you properly! Martha! Hurry! Fetch my treasured thirty-year-old whiskey at once! We need to make amends to Mr. Brown!"
Martha finally came to her senses, rushing to fetch the wine.
The disgust on her face had long been replaced by fear and flattery.
Jack slowly put away the black Thorn Card and the business card.
His calm gaze swept over Jacob—whose face had turned ashen—and Ethan—who stood frozen.
Finally, it landed on Arthur.
"Now," his tone was still calm, but carried an unshakable authority, "do I qualify to join this marriage recruitment?"
"Qualified! Absolutely qualified!" Arthur Hart replied in a hurry, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Mr. Brown is young and accomplished, with hidden depths—he’s the perfect match for Isabella!"
Martha, holding the wine glass, smiled obsequiously. "Yes, yes! Mr. Brown is handsome and dignified—he and our Bella are a match made in heaven!"
Jacob Wilson, recovering from his shock and humiliation, refused to give up.
He rushed forward, pointing at Jack. "Wait! Even if he has money, who knows if it’s clean? He might be laundering money! The Wilson family is a respectable noble family in Washington—our reputation is spotless for generations! Allying with us will truly benefit the Hart family!"
Jack didn’t even glance at him, speaking coldly: "The Wilson family owes five million dollars in bank loans, overdue for three months—you can’t even afford the interest. Your father begged the bank for an investment just last week. That hundred thousand dollars of yours," he glanced at the American Express Card on the floor, "is the last liquid capital your family can access, right? You want to swindle the Hart family’s assets to keep your family afloat?"
Jacob was stunned, his face turning deathly pale.
His lips trembled, but he couldn’t say a word.
Jack’s words were like a precise scalpel, cutting open the most embarrassing, hidden wound of his family.
"You... you’re slandering me!" He retorted weakly, lacking any conviction.
"Do you want me to project the Wilson family’s financial statements onto a screen for everyone here to see?" Jack pulled out his phone, displaying clear screenshots of financial documents.
Jacob stepped back in panic, crashing into a table and sprawling in embarrassment.
Jack ignored the defeated man, turning to Arthur. "Where is Miss Isabella? Marriage is the most important decision of her life—she should have the final choice."
Arthur quickly agreed: "You’re absolutely right, Mr. Brown! Hurry! Go fetch Isabella!"
Moments later, Isabella, accompanied by Jessica, walked slowly into the conference hall.
Jack’s heart skipped a beat—it was the woman he’d met on the rooftop!
He stared at her with concern, anger flaring inside him: "What did they do to Isabella to make her want to kill herself?"
Isabella still wore her thick black veil.
She hung her head, her shoulders tense like a frightened deer.
"Bella, come here quickly!" Arthur’s tone was "gentle" to the point of falseness. "This is Mr. Jack Brown, and this is Mr. Jacob Wilson. Both of them want to marry you. You... take a look?"
Isabella looked up, her gaze first falling on Jacob—whose face was grim—then on Jack.
It’s him!
The man who’d pulled her back from the edge of death on the rooftop!
Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes beneath the veil were filled with disbelief.
Jack met her gaze, nodding slightly.
His calm eyes gave her silent affirmation, as if saying: "Yes, it’s me."
Seeing this, Jacob hurried to speak. "Miss Hart, don’t be fooled by this guy! No one knows where he’s from..."
"Mr. Wilson, Mr. Brown," Isabella suddenly interrupted, her voice soft but surprisingly firm.
She took a deep breath, as if summoning all her strength. "Before you make your decision, I have a question."
Her hand slowly lifted, trembling as she grasped the edge of her veil.
"Bella! Don’t!" Martha cried out, reaching out to stop her.
But Isabella pushed her mother’s hand away, her eyes resolute.
"If you saw what I really look like... would you still say the words ‘I do’?"
Before anyone could respond, she tore off her veil!
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The celebration dinner continued, but the atmosphere had turned awkward.After being scolded by Arthur, Ethan huddled in a corner with his head down, not daring to speak—like a child who’d done something wrong.Richard and Martha kept toasting Jack, spouting flattery in an attempt to make up for their earlier mistake."Jack, let me toast you with this one!" Richard held up his wine glass, a fawning smile on his face."I was blind before—I wronged you. Please don’t take it to heart! From now on, you’re our son-in-law—we’re family!"Jack took the glass but didn’t drink it, just placing it on the table."There’s no need for drinking. Isabella and I will handle our wedding ourselves—we won’t trouble you."Richard was rebuffed, his face growing awkward. But he didn’t dare say anything more—he didn’t dare offend Jack now.Jack held the White’s Resort contract and had connections with General Manager Anthony Thompson.If Jack got angry, the Hart family would be finished.Just then, the priva
Chapter 8:Stealing Credit
That afternoon, Anthony Thompson, the general manager of White’s Resort, indeed personally delivered a brand-new contract to the Hart family’s villa.Only Ethan Martinez was at home—Arthur, Richard, and Martha were all out and hadn’t returned yet.The general manager was extremely humble as he presented the contract, explaining that the amount had been increased from the original one million dollars to two million dollars.The terms were so favorable they exceeded the Hart family’s expectations."This is all thanks to Mr. Brown and Miss Hart. It’s our small apology and sincerity," the general manager said respectfully.After seeing the general manager off, Ethan stared at the two-million-dollar contract.An evil idea popped into his head.He picked up the contract and called Arthur."Grandpa, look! I’m the one who finally got the contract! That Jack—he just got lucky and knows some people. The real reason we got it is definitely the reputation you’ve built up for the family all these
Chapter 7:Negotiations
On the way from the Hart family’s house to Jack’s villa in the Washington suburbs, Isabella stared out the car window, a worried frown on her face."Jack, about the White’s Resort contract... I heard Manager Powell is really hard to deal with. And Daniel will probably try to sabotage it...""Don’t worry," Jack held her hand, his eyes steady."The real owner of White’s Resort owes me a huge favor. The contract won’t be a problem."Even though Jack’s tone was certain, Isabella still felt uneasy.She didn’t want to put all the pressure on Jack—or let him be humiliated by her family because of her.An idea popped into her head: she would try to handle it herself.Even if she could only help a little, even if she could just buy Jack a small chance, it would be worth it.Early the next morning, Isabella didn’t wake Jack.She took a taxi alone to White’s Resort, which was located by a lake in the suburbs.She found the manager’s office on the second floor of the project department, took a de
Chapter 6:Breaking the Engagement
Early the next morning, Jack wore a well-tailored light gray suit, which made his tall figure even more imposing.Isabella chose an elegant white dress, pulled her blonde hair up, and applied a light touch of makeup.Now that her appearance was restored, she was radiant—stunningly beautiful.Raymond Brown—Jack’s loyal butler and driver—chauffeur-driven them to the city hall in a black armored car.The city hall was a typical Gothic building—solemn and dignified.They waited in line excitedly, ready to register their marriage."You two make such a handsome couple—perfect for each other!" The middle-aged female clerk in charge of registration smiled and praised them as she handed over the forms.Jack was about to hand over the identification documents that Raymond had specially prepared when suddenly—Bang!The lights in the city hall flickered violently, then went out completely!At the same time, noisy shouting and the sound of breaking glass came from outside the window!"What’s goin
Chapter 5:Treatment
Inside the helicopter cabin, the roar of the engine was muffled by high-end soundproofing into a low background hum.Isabella, wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket, sat in a spacious, comfortable aviation seat.Her body still trembled slightly with excitement and anxiety.She glanced secretly at Jack beside her.He was focused on the golden-red clouds outside the porthole, dyed by the sunset.The sharp lines of his profile softened slightly under the warm cabin lights."Where... are we going?" She summoned her courage, asking in a small voice.Jack turned his gaze to her, the coldness in his eyes fading. "To a place where you can finally say goodbye to the pain of the past." His voice was calm, but carried a reassuring power.Finally say goodbye to the pain?Isabella lowered her head, twisting her hands nervously.These scars were not just physical torture—they were a twenty-year nightmare and a mental shackle. How could it be so easy?"Jack..." She hesitated, "Thank you. But you might
Chapter 4:I Do
"Hiss—"A collective gasp echoed through the room instantly.Her face... was covered in twisted, raised burn scars of varying shades—like land that had been kissed by fire and then cruelly abandoned.Only her bright blue eyes remained, clear as an unpolluted sky, filled with overwhelming pain and faint hope.Jacob Wilson stumbled back three steps, knocking over a waiter’s tray.The sound of shattering wine glasses was shrill.Unconcealed terror and disgust were written all over his face as he shrieked: "Monster! You’re a monster! How could I marry you? Marrying you is worse than marrying a sow!"His vicious words were like poisoned arrows, piercing the courage Isabella had barely mustered.Her body swayed violently, and the light in her eyes went out completely—replaced by the lifeless despair of ash.Jessica hurried to support her, glaring angrily at Jacob. "You bastard! Bella got burned saving someone...""Saving someone? Who’d believe that!" Jacob scoffed, cutting her off. "I think
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