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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER 20 Your Ego breaking
Heather Reed’s screams echoed through the room as she was dragged toward the door. Her nails scraped against the floor, heels skidding as she desperately fought against her fate.“Emma! Please!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with terror. “We’re best friends, right?! You have to help me!”Emma Brooks, who had been watching boredly from her seat, finally stood up.The room fell into silence.Her sharp eyes swept over Big Tom, and her voice, calm but commanding, cut through the tension.“Let her go.”Big Tom arched an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And why would I do that?”Emma took a slow step forward, her presence suddenly much heavier than before.“Because I’m Emma Brooks,” she said coldly. “Of the Brooks family.”Nie Mitchell gasped loudly, as if he had just witnessed a miracle.Kevin Steel’s jaw dropped.Even Heather Reed, mid-sob, looked at Emma with wide, hopeful eyes.Big Tom?He blinked. Then he laughed.A deep, mocking, belly-shaking laugh that sent a chill through the room.“Oh, thi
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER 21 The Name That Silences the Room
A deep, chilling silence followed Jack Sullivan’s slap.Big Tom stood frozen, his fingers slowly brushing the side of his face where Jack had just struck him.The entire room was paralyzed.Heather Reed’s lips trembled, her wide, watery eyes darting between Jack and Big Tom like she had just witnessed a death sentence being signed.Nie Mitchell and Kevin Steel?They looked like men who had just realized they were on a sinking ship—tied up and blindfolded.Then—Big Tom’s jaw tightened. His expression twisted into something dark and venomous.His laughter, slow and deadly, rippled through the room.“Oh,” he whispered, his voice thick with pure rage. “You just fucked up.”His men instantly reached for their weapons, pulling out batons, knives, and even a few concealed pistols.Jack Sullivan didn’t even blink.Instead, he tilted his head slightly, cracking his knuckles with slow, deliberate ease.He looked… bored.Emma Brooks, however, tensed beside him.Heather couldn’t hold back her pan
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER 22 Fear That Breaks a Man
22The Sea King Room had never felt so suffocating. The once-loud, arrogant voices of Nie Mitchell, Kevin Steel, and Heather Reed were now mute, replaced by the sharp tension that choked the air.Jack Sullivan sat coldly on the sofa, legs crossed, his eyes sharp as knives.Big Tom, once brimming with cocky arrogance, was now shivering like a dog caught in a storm. His men stood frozen, awaiting orders, but even they sensed that the tides had turned.And in the far corner of the room, Nie, Kevin, and Heather were pressed against the wall, their backs stiff, faces drained of color.The man they had mocked.The man they had ridiculed.The moment the door slammed shut behind them, Big Tom let out a heavy breath.Then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes snapped back to Emma Brooks.For the first time since he entered the room, he hesitated.Jack noticed.He turned to Emma and said, “Go wait outside.”Emma frowned, crossing her arms. “I’m not leaving you here.”Jack sighed. “You
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 23 BE CAREFUL
Big Cobra clenched his fists, his mind racing. He knew now.This wasn’t just some powerful man sitting before him.This was the man who had killed Alex Carter like he was cutting vegetables.This was the man who left The Bull Mason to rot.This was the man who had turned Big Leonard into a corpse.And Charles Carter?Jack had cut off his leg like it was a piece of rotten meat.Big Cobra’s spine shuddered violently.How?!How the hell did he not recognize him sooner?!Jack Sullivan wasn’t just a name whispered in fear.He was a force beyond normal human capabilities.Big Cobra bowed deeply, his voice trembling.“Mr. Sullivan,” he croaked, his once booming, arrogant voice now reduced to a respectful whisper. “I deeply apologize for my disrespect earlier. I was blind.”Logan Lewis, still trying to process the magnitude of his mistake, quickly bowed his head as well.“…Mr. Sullivan,” Logan muttered, his throat dry, his hands clenching his knees.Neither of them dared to speak further.They
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 24 REAL SON IN LAW
24Nie Mitchell, Kevin Steel, and Heather Reed?They were silent in the corner, their arrogance long buried under terror and humiliation.But then—Logan Lewis spoke.His voice was hesitant, but filled with curiosity.“Mr. Sullivan,” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully, “do you… know someone called The Ghost?”The moment those words left his mouth, Big Cobra flinched hard.One of his men audibly gasped, while another’s face paled like he had just seen a demon.Nie Mitchell stiffened, glancing between them, confused. “Who the hell is The Ghost?”Big Cobra, his forehead now dripping with sweat, swallowed hard before speaking.“The Ghost…” he muttered, his voice lower than before, “…is not someone you joke about.”Heather Reed felt her stomach twist.She had never heard of The Ghost before, but if Big Cobra—a man who had no problem smashing bottles over people’s heads—was scared, then it had to be something serious.Logan continued, his voice steady.“He’s a dangerous martial art
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 25 WHO IS JACK SULLIVIAN
25Jack Sullivan stepped out of Stardust Nightclub, the cool night air washing over him. The chaos inside had been tamed, the once-mighty Big Cobra and Logan Lewis reduced to silent pawns in his game.But as soon as he stepped outside—“Jack!”Emma Brooks ran into his arms.Her voice was filled with relief and frustration, her arms wrapping tightly around him as if making sure he was still alive.Jack was caught off guard for a moment before he patted her head lightly.“I told you I’d be fine.”Emma pulled back, her big, worried eyes staring up at him. “That doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried! You went back in alone!”Jack sighed. “And yet, here I am.”Emma frowned, clearly unhappy with his nonchalant attitude, but before she could say more—A loud, disbelieving scoff echoed from behind them.Jack turned his head slightly, only to find Nie Mitchell gaping at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world.“Are you actually brain-dead?!” Nie’s voice was loud, his expression twisted with disb
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 26 LEGENDARY
The pre-dawn mist clung to Crystal Lake like a silken shroud, broken only by Jack's measured footsteps as he approached the water's edge. At 3 AM, the world held a different kind of silence—expectant, ancient, perfect for cultivation.Time to see if my meridians have truly healed, Jack thought, settling into a cross-legged position by the shore. The smooth pebbles beneath him were still cool from the night air.He had just begun to regulate his breathing when the sound of footsteps interrupted his concentration. Two figures emerged from the mist—a young woman in expensive training clothes and an elderly man who moved with carefully controlled movements.Charlotte Shaw, Jack recognized his mountaintop neighbor. And that must be Richard Shaw, the legendary martial arts master."Excuse me," Charlotte's sharp voice cut through the morning stillness. "This area is occupied. You'll need to leave."Jack remained motionless, his eyes closed in meditation. The lake's surface rippled gently in t
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 27 "The Gift of Life"
The morning sun had fully risen over Crystal Lake as Jack rose smoothly from his meditation pose. The air crackled with energy as he moved into a distinct stance."Watch carefully, Master Shaw," Jack said, his movements fluid yet precise. "This is Seven Battle Fist—the counter to Seven Injury Fist."Richard's eyes widened with recognition. The legendary healing technique... I thought it was lost forever.Jack's form flowed like water, each movement exact and purposeful. The morning light caught the subtle energy patterns forming around him, visible only to trained eyes."The first form cleanses the meridians," Jack explained, demonstrating. "The second rebuilds them. The third restores natural energy flow."Richard watched with tears forming in his eyes. "This... this is the technique I've searched for across continents. Every master I consulted said it was lost to time."Charlotte stood to the side, arms crossed. "Grandfather, surely you don't believe this display of—""Be quiet and
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CHAPTER 126
“Mr. Sullivan?” she muttered, looking at her husband. “You... you didn’t tell me.”David Smith stood beside her, his face blank as he stared at Jack, the realization dawning on him as well.Jack Sullivan, who had once been just the man to help them with a business deal, was Mr. Sullivan—the figure of power and mystery that everyone feared.Lisa’s voice cracked. “How... how could you not tell me?” She turned to David, her eyes filled with hurt. “You’ve known all along?”David remained silent, his jaw tight. How was he supposed to explain?Meanwhile, Heather Reed, who had earlier mocked Jack for his lack of importance, now found herself on her knees, trembling. She bowed her head to the floor. “Mr. Sullivan, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”Her voice was shaky, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence as she waited for Jack’s response.Jack, still calm and composed, took a slow sip from his wine glass. He didn’t even glance at Heather. “Stand up, Miss Reed,” he said coolly. “I do
CHAPTER 125
Heather Reed stormed out of the venue, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor as she dialed Maria with trembling fingers.“Maria!” she hissed into the phone, breath ragged. “You need to come. Now. It’s Derek. He’s been—he’s been beaten, and it’s not just that. You need to see who did it.”“What?! Beaten?!” Maria’s voice cracked through the speaker. “Where are you?”“The reception hall. Hurry!”Maria arrived minutes later, breathless, gown flowing behind her like a trail of chaos. She pushed through the crowd only to see Derek sprawled across the floor, face drenched in red wine, struggling to speak through a busted lip.“Oh my God,” she gasped. “What happened to you?”Derek groaned, spitting out blood. “It was him—Jack Sullivan! That bastard humiliated me! Call my father! Call Uncle Warren! They’ll make him pay!”Heather stood nearby, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes darting between Jack and the growing crowd.Jack Sullivan, calm and composed, leaned back i
CHAPTER 124
Inside the venue, Jack and Lisa found their assigned seats near the middle row. Lisa looped her arm through Jack’s, and he allowed the gesture, leaning in just enough to make her smile. The crowd around them whispered as they passed—Mr. Sullivan’s presence didn’t go unnoticed.Jack’s sharp gaze swept across the sea of guests. That’s when he spotted Charlotte Shaw, standing near the champagne bar, pretending not to see him. She was deep in fake conversation with two investors, her posture tense, her eyes flickering toward him every few seconds.Lisa caught it too. “She’s avoiding you.”Jack gave a slow nod. “Smartest thing she’s done all week.”Moments later, Heather Reed returned.She had changed into a fitted lavender gown with just a little too much cleavage for a formal event. Her makeup was heavier now, her perfume strong enough to mark her path. But what turned heads wasn’t just her attire—it was the man walking beside her.Derek Lawrence.The best man. Son of the Lawrence family
CHAPTER 123
The sleek black Bentley purred up the driveway of the Brooks family mansion, its polished exterior reflecting sunlight like a rolling mirror. Inside, tension mingled with luxury leather.Jack Sullivan sat in the backseat, expression unreadable as always, legs crossed, one arm resting casually against the window. Lisa sat beside him, eyes dancing between amusement and disbelief.In the front passenger seat, Heather Reed was holding court again.“I’m telling you,” she said, flipping her freshly styled hair, “this wedding is crawling with power. But none of them compare to Mr. Sullivan. The one from Carson City. Absolute powerhouse. Even the Brooks family respects him. Lionel Brooks said it himself.”Jack arched a brow but said nothing. Lisa covered her mouth to stifle a smirk.“I read in a finance column,” Heather continued, “that he’s taken over half the influence in Westport. Supposedly, he’s behind the fall of Lucas Carter, and Colonel Harris—poof, vanished. Can you believe it?”Lisa
CHAPTER 122
The drive to Rawon’s wedding had been filled with more chatter than Jack preferred—most of it coming from Heather Reed, who seemed to have appointed herself the queen of casual arrogance. Jack sat in the backseat with Lisa, scrolling through his phone, only half-listening as Heather droned on about how she “never wears off-the-rack” and “could never date a man who doesn’t drive European.”Jack’s phone buzzed.Lisa had texted him.Lisa: If she says “luxury” one more time, I’m going to roll out of this car and take my chances on the highway.Jack smirked, thumbs tapping.Jack: She’s a textbook case. Hates poverty, worships wealth. Poor Mitchell doesn’t stand a chance.Lisa turned slightly, covering her laugh with a fake cough.In the front seat, Nie Mitchell, still glowing with pride over his A6, tried to steer the conversation away from Heather’s usual materialistic comments.“Heather,” Mitchell said, glancing sideways, “you know, Jack here is actually a model among men. Quiet type, bu
CHAPTER 121
Jack Sullivan pulled up outside Lisa’s estate in his jet-black SUV. He stepped out, dressed sharp in a tailored suit that spoke of power without the need for logos or flash. He was here for Rawon’s wedding, but truthfully, his mind was already drifting back to his training and the rare materials he needed. Still, a promise was a promise.Lisa stepped out of the front door, a vision in a soft blue dress that hugged her figure just right, her hair pinned with subtle elegance. “You’re on time,” she said, surprised.Jack smirked. “Don’t act so shocked. You said it was important.”She smiled. “It is.”Just then, a silver Audi A6 pulled up behind Jack’s car. The engine purred like its owner wanted the world to know he’d finally made it.Nie Mitchell hopped out, grinning ear to ear. He wore a sleek gray suit and sunglasses a shade too flashy for his personality, but the pride in his stride was unmistakable. “Jack! Lisa!” he greeted them with open arms.From the passenger seat, Heather Reed s
CHAPTER 120
The training courtyard behind Eagle Ridge Estate was lit by a pale moon and the soft blue flicker of Jack Sullivan’s internal energy pulsing through the air like heat waves off asphalt. Shirtless, his skin bronzed from the refined Ironclad Physique cultivation, Jack moved with absolute precision—every strike deliberate, every motion silent but seismic.His breathing was steady. His fists cracked the air like thunder.Then came the voice.“You’re skipping a wedding for this?” Rose leaned against the wall in full tactical uniform, arms crossed, eyes sharp.Jack didn’t stop training. “The wedding’s not going anywhere. Neither is Rawon.”“He’s getting married once, not every weekend. You could show your face for five minutes and still come back to punch the wind.”Jack finally paused and turned toward her. “I’ll show my face when I finish what matters.”Rose sighed and stepped forward. “Let me guess—cultivating more of your Fighting Spirit?”Jack nodded. “I’m past the physical stage. Now
CHAPTER 119
The warm evening light filtered through the curtains of a quiet condo on the east side of Westport. Lisa Sullivan sat curled up on the couch, phone in hand, staring at the contact name she’d highlighted for the past ten minutes: Jack Sullivan.Her thumb hovered over the call button.She had told herself a dozen times not to care. That it was just a wedding. That she didn’t need to feel anxious asking her husband to accompany her to something they should—by all normal standards—be attending together anyway.But nothing about their relationship felt normal.With a deep breath, she hit Call.It rang once.Twice.Then, “Yeah?”His voice was steady, low—unbothered, as always.“H-Hey,” Lisa said, voice soft. “Um… so, Maria invited me to Rawon’s wedding. It’s this weekend. You remember, right? Lionel mentioned it.”“Mm. Yeah,” Jack replied.Lisa hesitated. “They, uh… they sent us both invitations. As a couple.”A pause.Then Jack said, “You want me to come?”Her heart stuttered. “Well, yeah.
CHAPTER 118
The last of the sunlight had disappeared behind the trees at Eagle Ridge Estate, casting long shadows across the stone porch. Jack had barely gotten inside and poured himself a glass of water before Charlotte Shaw’s shrill voice cut through the peaceful air like nails on a chalkboard.“Don’t walk away from me, Jack!” she snapped, standing rigid on his porch with arms crossed and fire in her eyes. “You owe me an explanation.”Jack turned slowly, his patience thin. “Owe you?”Charlotte stepped forward, ignoring Jessica’s subtle tug at her sleeve. “You ruined my business deal, hijacked my expansion plan, and humiliated me in front of half the city’s investors. What exactly was your goal? To block me from rising in Westport?”Jack’s eyes darkened.“I don’t give a damn about your rise, Charlotte,” he said, voice sharp and unflinching. “But I’ll always stop a vulture from picking clean a place like Seven Oaks. Especially when they’re trying to buy it with sleaze and blood money.”Charlotte
