The clash between Beatrice and JD Thomas was a spectacle to behold. Both fighters moved with grace and precision, their swords flashing in the dim light of the grand center. Despite her injuries, Beatrice fought with a fierce determination, her movements fluid and controlled as she sought to hold her own against her formidable opponent.JD Thomas, on the other hand, was a force to be reckoned with. His years of training and experience showed in every movement, his strikes landing with deadly accuracy as he pressed the attack against Beatrice. Despite her best efforts to defend herself, Beatrice found herself struggling to keep up with the relentless onslaught of blows raining down upon her.The sound of metal meeting metal filled the air as their swords clashed, each strike ringing out like a bell as they exchanged blows. Beatrice fought with all her strength, her muscles straining against the force of JD Thomas's attacks, but it was clear that she was outmatched. JD Thomas's ski

The grand center of the Conclave was engulfed in stunned silence as Jackson stood victorious over JD Thomas, his sword raised high in triumph. For those who had believed him to be dead, his sudden appearance was nothing short of miraculous, and for those who had witnessed his defeat of JD Thomas, it was a testament to his skill and bravery.Angela and Fernando, who had been engaged in a fierce battle with the Blade in Shadows members, paused in their fight to stare in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them. For so long, they had believed Jackson to be lost to them forever, and now, to see him standing there, alive and well, was almost too much to comprehend.Their hearts swelled with relief and joy as they watched Jackson's victory, their eyes shining with tears as they realized that their beloved Jackson had returned to them. At that moment, all the pain and suffering they had endured in his absence melted away, replaced by overwhelming gratitude and happiness.As the realiz

As Jackson addressed the members of the Blade in Shadow, his attention momentarily shifted to Sophia, who was standing nearby with a smile on her face. He returned her smile, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness wash over him at the sight of her. But then, in an instant, her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern and discomfort."Sophia, what's wrong?" Jackson asked, his voice filled with worry as he hurried over to her side.Sophia winced in pain, clutching her stomach as another wave of agony washed over her. "I think...I think the baby's coming," she gasped, her voice strained with pain.Jackson's heart skipped a beat at her words, his mind racing as he realized the gravity of the situation. The baby was coming, right here, right now, amid the chaos of the conclave. He knew that they needed to act fast to ensure the safety of Sophia and the baby.Without hesitation, Jackson turned to Benedict, Angela, and Fernando, who had rushed to Sophia's side. "We need to get her out

As Jackson's eyes fluttered open once more, he found himself greeted not by the sterile confines of a hospital room, but by the warm embrace of a cozy, albeit unfamiliar, bedroom. His gaze swept over the room, taking in the subtle details—a neatly made bed, a small desk cluttered with papers, and a window overlooking a lush garden bathed in the soft light of dawn.Confusion gnawed at Jackson's mind as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. How had he come to be here? And more importantly, who were the people who had saved him from the river and brought him to this place?Before he could voice his questions, the door to the room swung open, and the man and woman he had seen earlier rushed inside, their faces etched with concern."Jackson," the man exclaimed, his voice filled with relief as he approached the bed. "You're awake."Jackson's brow furrowed in confusion as he struggled to recall the events that had led him here. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncer

The air hung heavy with tension as Jackson's question echoed through the stillness of the evening. Who was the traitor among them? Who had conspired with William Portman to betray their family and seize control of the Portman empire?And then, as if in response to Jackson's inquiry, a voice cut through the silence from behind—a voice tinged with bitterness and regret. "It was the previous leader, the one who put you on the seat, the one they call THE OLD KING."Jackson's head snapped around to face the source of the voice, his eyes widening in shock as a figure emerged from the shadows. The man who stepped forward was tall and imposing, his features obscured by the darkness of the night."Stanley Marc," the man introduced himself, extending a hand toward Jackson. "Nice to finally meet you."Jackson shook the man's hand numbly, his mind reeling with disbelief. Stanley Marc—the man who had been Charles and Elizabeth's trusted confidant for as long as he could remember—was the one who