"If your friend doesn't show up, who is going to save you then?" Stark asked with a smirk on his face.Jason gave a calm, almost playful smile, brushing off the tense atmosphere. “If backup doesn’t show up soon," he said with an air of unbothered confidence. "I’ll just have to handle this myself,” he remarked, his words carrying a subtle but unmistakable warning.Stark chuckled. He felt no concern. His expression remained one of absolute authority. Besides, he was the notorious leader of Alderfall’s most feared gang.As a man who had ruthlessly crushed all opposition in his rise to power, he had grown used to instilling fear. His previous rival had been eliminated discreetly by his powerful backer, leaving Stark in control of the area without any real opposition. For Stark, this situation with Jason and the Winston Consortium was a chance to send a clear message to them and everyone else, which is that he was the one who held control in Alderfall, and anyone challenging him would eith

"Well, I would love to tell you why I am here, but it is not a matter best discussed at night on a porch," the man said, his tone, though polite, still carrying a touch of pride in it. "So tell me, Mr. White, can I come in? Or should I say, Mr. Winston?"Jason watched the man carefully, remembering Stark’s words about a powerful ally called the Owens family. There was no mistaking it now, Jason thought; the man in front of him was part of that hidden network."Yes, you can," Jason replied, a smile on his face as he stepped aside, gesturing for Xavier to come in. "And I prefer Mr. White."Xavier let out a low chuckle. He walked in and settled himself on the couch with a measured almost unsettling calm. Jason, on the other hand, sat beside Lisa on another couch, keeping her within reach, his posture protective. He took out a box from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag from it, his gaze hard and unblinking. “So, what brings you here?” he asked in an even tone, though his

With a haughty grin, the man introduced himself, “Oscar Evans. I don’t think you know me, do you? Well, I'm not surprised. It's obvious you don't belong here.” His eyes swept over Jason dismissively before he added, “I see Ms. Karl has gone out of her way to bring along her driver. Maybe it’s best if you left before you embarrass yourself.” His tone dripped with condescension, and Jason felt a flicker of irritation.Before Jason could respond, Oscar continued, clearly enjoying himself. “This venue is strictly for the upper echelon. You’re out of your league, friend,” he said, sneering. “A driver like you couldn’t possibly appreciate any of this.”Jason clenched his jaw, determined to hold back his frustration, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. Though he was dressed in casual clothes, he wasn’t here to draw attention or start a confrontation, but Oscar’s smug attitude was testing his patience.Just as Oscar finished his tirade, a muscular man entered the hall, drawing atte