“About the villa, right?” Rolex interrupted smoothly, his tone almost patronizing.“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’s all just a misunderstanding.”Raymond hesitated for a moment before nodding, understanding that Rolex was acting as the mediator in this situation.It was clear that Rolex’s words held weight, and Raymond didn’t want to anger him.“You’re right, Rolex. I’ll take care of it. Let’s forget about it.”The tension in the room dissipated as everyone exhaled in relief.The issue seemed to be solved.For a moment, it looked like Jack Sullivan had come out on top, with Rolex’s influence smoothing things over.The classmates, some of whom had been worried about the situation escalating, began to relax again.But Peter Park, ever the schemer, wasn’t done yet.He watched the scene unfold with a bitter expression.His plans had been thwarted by Rolex’s intervention, and it was clear that he needed a new strategy.He wasn’t going to let Jack get away with being untouched by all th

The banquet hall erupted into chaos. Peter Park, his smug face twisted in confidence, had just tried to take Lisa Johnson away under Benson’s orders. He had been so sure of himself, so certain that Jack Sullivan wouldn’t dare to resist.But Jack didn’t hesitate.With one swift motion, Jack stabbed a knife straight through Peter Park’s hand, the blade sinking into flesh with a sickening thud.Peter let out a bloodcurdling scream, his knees buckling as he clutched his hand. Blood dripped onto the polished floor as his face contorted in agony. “AAAAARGH! MY HAND!”The room fell deathly silent. Everyone, including Rolex and Benson, froze. No one had expected Jack to act so ruthlessly.Lisa, who had initially gasped in shock, was now looking at Jack in a mix of awe and relief. He had protected her without hesitation. Jack was calm, as if he had just swatted away an annoying fly.He gently turned to Lisa and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low and reassuring. “Ignore them,

The night at Darkeis Winery was supposed to be over. Benson Garvos had been thrown out like a stray dog, and Jack Sullivan had enjoyed his victory with a glass of wine.But some dogs don’t know when to stay down.Outside, Benson sat in his car, his cheek still burning from Jack’s slap, his mind seething with humiliation.“That bastard… That bastard Sullivan…!” Benson gritted his teeth, gripping his phone so hard it nearly cracked.He refused to accept this. Refused to let Jack walk away untouched after humiliating him.With one call, he summoned his bodyguards—a group of thick-necked, muscle-brained thugs who could barely spell their own names, but knew how to throw a punch.And if that wasn’t enough, he made another call—To Samuel, his trusted subordinate. A man who made cockroaches look respectable.“Bring the men. Block the entire winery. No one leaves.” Benson ordered.Samuel, always eager to please, chuckled. “Consider it done, Boss. That Sullivan guy? He’s finished.”Within twe

The room went completely silent again.Benson’s eyes widened in horror. “Wait—”Before he could finish, Julia grabbed him by the collar and yanked him off the ground like he weighed nothing.Then, with a forceful push, she slammed him back onto his knees.THUD.The once-proud young master of the Garvos family… was now kneeling before Jack Sullivan.Benson’s face burned with humiliation. His body trembled. He had never been so utterly defeated.Jack, watching him with indifference, spoke again.“Now. Apologize.”Benson’s fists clenched. “You… I…”Julia grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced his head lower.“Say it.”Benson gritted his teeth. Every fiber of his pride screamed against it.But he had no choice.“I…” His voice was barely a whisper.Julia tightened her grip. “Louder.”Benson choked on his own humiliation.Then, finally—“I… I’M SORRY!” His voice cracked as he yelled it out.The entire room gasped.Lisa, standing beside Jack, couldn’t help but smile.Jack Sullivan, t

The lake shimmered under the moonlight, the air thick with tension as Jack Sullivan stepped onto the wooden dock. Lanterns flickered softly, casting golden reflections on the still water.Waiting for him was Tarvol Hayley, the heir of the powerful Lionel family.Dressed in an immaculate black suit, Tarvol stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the kind of self-assured arrogance that came from being born into privilege.Rawon, the martial artist who had led Jack here, stood at Tarvol’s side, his expression unreadable, but his body language alert and ready for action.Tarvol’s lips curled into a confident smirk as he finally addressed Jack.“Jack Sullivan.” He spoke with an air of undeniable superiority. “I’ve been hearing quite a bit about you lately. You’ve been making waves, but I believe it’s time we discuss your… future.”Jack raised an eyebrow, completely uninterested.“Oh? My future? How generous of you.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.Tarvol chuckled, unfazed. “Gene