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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 103
As the final seconds of the ten-minute countdown ticked away, the room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint hum of nervous whispers. Frank Rolex, focused and precise, carefully placed the Evergreen Formula onto a small stand, his hands steady as he completed the refinement process. The crowd watched in rapt attention, eager to see the results.Finally, Frank stepped back, and the moment of truth arrived.The formula shimmered slightly, glowing faintly with a soft, ethereal luminescence. A powerful, intoxicating aroma filled the air, rich with the scent of expertly refined herbs. Gasps spread throughout the auction hall. Even the most skeptical onlookers couldn’t deny the transformation. The Evergreen Formula, which had once been a simple concoction of herbs, now seemed like something far more potent.One of the experts, an elder in the field of medicinal refinement, stepped forward, inhaling deeply as he examined the formula. His eyes widened in astonishment. “Thi
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 104
The atmosphere in the auction hall had shifted entirely by the second round of bidding. Frank Rolex’s formula, now enhanced with Jack’s morning dew, was up against Garrett’s latest creation: the "Highland Vitality Elixir." Garrett, still reeling from the previous round’s defeat, stood in the back, trying to hide his growing anxiety.Jack, ever the opportunist, couldn't resist taking another jab at Garrett. He leaned toward the auctioneer, loud enough for everyone to hear, and shook his head with a mocking grin.“Let me get this straight,” Jack said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You raise livestock, feed it some herbs, collect its blood, and call that refinement? That’s not medicine; that’s animal husbandry.” He paused for effect, looking over at Garrett with a smirk. “Maybe you should add a new title to your resume: ‘Veterinarian of the Year.’”The crowd couldn’t contain their laughter, and Garrett’s face turned an alarming shade of red. The insult was too much, too public for hi
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 105
“I can’t believe this,” Charlotte muttered under her breath, her hands clenched tightly around the armrests of her chair. She had prepared for this auction, carefully budgeting between $700 million and $800 million to secure Seven Oaks Apothecary’s assets. But Frank’s formulas were skyrocketing in price, pushing well past anything she had ever anticipated. “We’ve been outplayed.”Jessica, who had been sitting beside her, turned toward her with wide, anxious eyes. “We can still get more funds. We could talk to investors, raise additional capital…”Charlotte shook her head sharply, cutting her off. “It’s useless, Jessica. We can’t compete with this. Frank’s formulas are worth more now than we could ever afford, and it’s only going to get worse.” She turned to look out the window, watching the auction in the distance. Her mind was racing, but the numbers didn’t lie. Frank had completely crushed Garrett, and now he was going to make a fortune off his formulas. There was no way they could
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 106
The auction hall had turned into a graveyard for egos. Garrett’s fury echoed across the room as his final, desperate screams filled the space that once buzzed with excitement.“This is a farce!” he bellowed, face red, veins bulging. “You mainstream medicine types are nothing but narrow-minded, self-righteous snakes! You think you’ve won? You’ll all pay for this! You’ll be punished—punished!”But no one listened. Most were too busy celebrating Frank Rolex’s staggering success or watching Garrett implode like a collapsing circus tent. The man who once stood tall on a pedestal of hype and arrogance now looked pitiful, flailing in the ashes of his defeat.Frank stood calmly off to the side, his arms crossed, his gaze cool. The faintest smile touched his lips. So this is how it feels, he thought, to be pulled back from the edge by someone truly formidable. Without Jack’s intervention, Seven Oaks Apothecary would have been gutted. Now? It was worth billions.Garrett’s tantrum sputtered out
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 107
“Mr. Sullivan,” Frank said, voice steady but brimming with reverence. “You didn’t just save my business today—you saved the legacy of Seven Oaks Apothecary. Without you, Charlotte would’ve sliced this place up and sold the pieces to vultures like Garrett.”Before Jack could respond, Frank suddenly dropped to one knee. Then—one after another—his disciples followed suit. Twelve pharmacists and alchemists, respected figures in Westport’s medicinal community, knelt before Jack like knights swearing fealty to a king.“You are our savior,” Frank declared. “From this day forward, everyone under Seven Oaks—doctors, pharmacists, researchers—we serve you. Whatever you need, we’ll make it happen.”Jack raised a brow, slightly amused by the dramatic gesture. “You sure about that, Frank? You know I’m not exactly the warm and fuzzy type.”Frank smiled. “We’re not pledging loyalty out of emotion. We’re doing it because you earned it. You saved us from extinction with one hand tied behind your back.”
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 108
Inside the stone-walled chamber hidden beneath Seven Oaks Apothecary, Jack Sullivan sat shirtless and cross-legged in complete silence. The Iron Tree and Silver Flower loomed before him—ten feet of gnarled red root and shimmering petals, radiating ancient energy like a living forge. The glow cast shifting shadows across the room as Jack exhaled slowly, drawing that power inward.This wasn’t about flashy spiritual arts. Jack wasn’t aiming to fly or shoot flames from his hands. He was focused on something deeper. Something primal.I don’t want to be untouchable, he thought. I want to be unbreakable.He had chosen a rare cultivation path: Titan Frame—a brutal method focused not on spiritual enlightenment but on pure physical dominance. The first phase required forging his muscles, bones, and sinews into something beyond human.The Iron Tree’s metallic root and the silver blossoms weren’t just mystical—they were catalysts. Jack guided the tree’s energy into his body like molten steel pour
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 109
Lucas’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone. “We’ve still got the Hawthorne connection.”The name hit like a gunshot.Charles sat upright in his wheelchair, eyes wide. “You don’t mean that Hawthorne family? The ones running the defense contracts out of Carson City?”Lucas nodded. “The very same. They’ve got enough pull to silence senators and flip city councils. They’ve had their eye on Westport for a while. They just needed the right excuse to get involved. Jack Sullivan gave it to them.”Charles’s lips curled into a slow, cruel grin. “Well, well… Looks like we’re not finished after all.”Lucas stepped back, adjusting the cuffs of his uniform. “No. We’re just getting started.”Back in the hidden chamber beneath Seven Oaks Apothecary, Jack exhaled through his nose, steam rolling off his body like mist from a forge. His bare chest rose and fell slowly, skin darkened to a faint, metallic bronze. His blood roared through him like a freight train.His bones had hardened. His body had e
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 110
The skyline of Westport glittered beneath a full moon, its streets humming with energy. Inside Sentinel Security’s newly overtaken HQ—now repurposed as Lucas Carter’s war room—cold orders were delivered with military precision.Lucas stood in front of a giant tactical screen, arms crossed, jaw tight. The map of the city glowed red in all the places Jack Sullivan held influence.“Start with Tarvol Hayley,” Lucas barked to his top enforcer. “He’s been too close to the Brooks family for too long. I want him shaken. Real fear. Real consequences.”The man saluted. “What about his sister?”Lucas didn’t blink. “Send her a condolence letter—in advance.”The room erupted in muffled laughter. But Lucas didn’t crack a smile.“Make it clear,” he continued, voice razor-sharp, “if the Brooks family sticks their nose where it doesn’t belong, I’ll bury them right next to Jack’s ego.”Across town, Tarvol Hayley sat in the dimly lit lounge of the Stardust Nightclub, nursing a glass of whiskey. The lett
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CHAPTER 144
The late afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the marble floor of Jack Sullivan’s villa. The air was peaceful, laced with the faint aroma of aged Bordeaux wine, and the still ripple of the pool reflected serenity.David Sun leaned back on a lounger, wine glass in hand. “Jack, I’m telling you, you need to let me design a wine cellar here. This place deserves it.”Jack smirked slightly. “You just want to make sure I drink your overpriced imports.”Before David could respond, a click echoed from inside the house.Then another.Jack’s eyes narrowed slightly. The sound wasn’t from the front gate.“Did you invite someone else?” David asked, sitting upright.“No,” Jack replied, already rising from his chair. His bare feet padded quietly across the polished stone as he approached the sliding glass door.A shadow crossed the interior hallway.Then, without warning, a man casually stepped into the courtyard.He was young—late twenties maybe—with slicked-back hair, a smirk that screamed enti
CHAPTER 143
Inside the Shaw family estate, the atmosphere was quieter than usual.Charlotte Shaw sat stiffly on the antique leather chair, fingers laced tightly in her lap. Across from her, Richard Shaw poured himself a cup of tea, moving with deliberate grace.“You’ll apologize,” he said calmly.Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “I already said I regret what happened.”Richard looked at her over the rim of his cup. “Regret is not apology.”“I just…” she hesitated, then admitted, “I don’t want you to be the one to do it.”He set the cup down with a soft clink. “Then you shouldn’t have needed me to.”The silence between them was heavy, but not cruel.“I will personally represent the Shaw family at the Harvest Festival in Eastridge City,” he continued. “Our presence is expected. Our humility is required.”Charlotte looked away. Her pride bruised, her voice small.“I never thought it would come to this.”Richard leaned back. “That’s because you never thought he was more than a shadow. Now you know better.
CHAPTER 142
“He’s the eldest son of the Eastern Sullivan family.”She blinked. “The who?”Richard closed the file slowly. “The Sullivan family. East-coast monarchs of power, both legitimate and underground. Their name is whispered in federal halls and boardrooms alike.”Charlotte scoffed. “The Eastern Sullivans? I’ve heard of them, but they don’t compare to the state capital families. They’re not even on the same ladder.”Richard’s jaw tightened. “That’s where you’re wrong. You think we’re playing a local game? Jack Sullivan is walking across a global board.”Charlotte frowned, but her grandfather continued, his tone deepening.“His third uncle, Nathan Sullivan, is the one who built the underground empire in Carson City—an empire that even federal agents avoid confronting directly. Do you know who handles most of the private security logistics in five states? The Sullivan family.”She swallowed, unease creeping in.“And his mother,” Richard added, “is Margaret Williamson.”Charlotte blinked. “Tha
CHAPTER 141
Inside the deepest chamber of the Nine Scorpion Cave, the air pulsed with heat and pressure. A faint green glow radiated from Jack Sullivan’s body as he sat cross-legged, bare-chested, surrounded by the crushed remains of venomous scorpion cores. His breathing was slow, deliberate, and deep.For the last three days, Jack hadn’t moved. Not even once.The Scorpion Essence, distilled from the Emperor Scorpion’s body and the most potent venom sacs, now coursed through his veins. It burned, reshaped, and empowered.His skin glistened with sweat, but under it, something more terrifying was forming.Scorpion strength…His fingers twitched, now strong enough to crack steel with a flick. His back was lined with corded muscle, but it wasn’t brute strength alone—it was a precision power, venomous and fast.If I’d had this power during the Robert fight, Jack thought, I could’ve shattered his defenses in one strike. He wouldn’t have walked away.His chest rose slowly.This changes everything.Outs
CHAPTER 140
On a remote island far from the chaos of cities and scorpion-infested caves, an old man bent low over a patch of rocky soil. With slow, deliberate motions, he pulled up weeds that didn’t belong. His tattered shirt clung to his wiry frame, but a small swallow emblem stitched on the chest shimmered faintly in the sun.Victor Yates—once feared across nations, now a humble farmer. Or so it appeared.A young man approached, hesitating as he stepped over the jagged path of coral and dirt.“Master Yates.”Victor didn’t look up. “You found more wild yam?”The young man’s throat tightened. “No, Master… it’s about James Leonard.”Victor’s hand paused mid-pull.“Well?” he said, not turning.“He’s… dead.”The silence that followed was heavier than the sea breeze.Victor continued weeding without a word. The soil trembled subtly under his fingers—a sign of internal energy shifting beneath the surface.“Who?” he finally asked.“Jack Sullivan.”Victor exhaled slowly. “That name again.”“He also kill
CHAPTER 139
James Leonard’s eyes narrowed, his body tense like a coiled spring.“You’ve made it this far, Sullivan,” he muttered, “but you won’t leave this mountain alive.”Jack rolled his shoulders, voice calm as ever. “Big words from a man who just fed his own ally to a scorpion.”With a roar, James lunged, his fists blurring with speed. The first punch hit Jack square in the chest—followed by three more in rapid succession.THUD. THUD. THUD.Jack didn’t even flinch.James froze mid-strike. “What…?”Jack looked down at his chest, brushed some dust from his coat. “You done?”James stepped back in disbelief. Those hits could crush concrete… but he didn’t even stagger.Is he human?Jack smirked. “Iron Body Technique. Guess your master didn’t teach you that.”James growled and went in again, this time throwing everything—knees, elbows, fists, spinning kicks. The ground cracked beneath him, and shockwaves rippled out.Still, Jack barely moved.Then came Jack’s turn.He stepped in, faster than lightn
CHAPTER 138
“I’m not here for The Ghost,” James Leonard said coldly. “Frankly, I didn’t like him much. Arrogant, sloppy… too obsessed with making a name.”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Then why come for me?”James cracked his neck. “Because he was still my master’s student. Victor Yates trained him. His death reflects on the Yates lineage.”He took another step closer, killing intent radiating off him like heat.“I’m not here to mourn a brother. I’m here to defend my master’s honor. And that means killing you, Jack Sullivan.”Ron Taylor’s throat bobbed. He really means to fight Jack… this is bad.Behind them, the Emperor Scorpion loomed, its stinger dripping, poised over Uncle Frank, who was barely holding on.“J-James…” Frank rasped, coughing blood. “Help… me…”James turned to him slowly, lips curling into something cruel.“You? Help you?” He chuckled, then raised his leg.Before anyone could react—BAM!James kicked Uncle Frank like trash, launching him straight toward the scorpion’s gaping pincers.
CHAPTER 137
A deep hiss echoed from the cave’s maw, darker and heavier than before.Then it appeared.An Emperor Scorpion.Jet-black, armored like obsidian, the monstrous creature scuttled out from the darkness. Its pincers were thick as tree trunks, and its tail arched high—dripping with venom that shimmered like green fire.Uncle Frank tried to rise.Too late.CRACK!The Emperor’s stinger struck him dead center in the chest."AAAAHHH!" Uncle Frank screamed—his first scream in decades.Charlotte’s face turned ghost-white. “Uncle Frank!”Blood spilled from his mouth as his body convulsed, thrown backward like a ragdoll. The entire battlefield froze—everyone had heard of the Emperor, but few had ever seen it. And no one expected that sound from a man like Frank.“Help… Master… James…” Uncle Frank rasped.That name rang like a thunderclap.From the group of supposed bodyguards, one man stepped forward.He was tall, sharp-eyed, and dressed plainly, blending in with the security team—until now.In a
CHAPTER 136
The air turned heavy.A low, grinding rumble echoed from deep inside Nine Scorpion Cave.BOOM.A sharp vibration ran through the ground. Pebbles trembled. The trees swayed unnaturally.Jack Sullivan turned his head slowly toward the cave entrance.“They’re awake,” he said simply.Nie Mitchell’s face drained of color. “T-That sound… I’ve heard it before.” He staggered back a step. “Oh no… the nest is disturbed. They’re coming!”Before anyone could react, Charlotte Shaw snapped her fingers.“Uncle Frank!” she barked. “Take the vanguard. Clear it before they spread!”Uncle Frank nodded. “Yes, Miss!”He gathered a dozen armored men and dashed forward, spear in hand, moving like a man half his age.Ashley stepped closer to Jack. “What’s inside that cave?”“Poison,” Jack said. “And stupidity.”She blinked. “What?”Jack exhaled. “You’ll see.”From the mouth of the cave came a horrifying sound—a clicking, hissing flood of chaos.And then they appeared.Over 300 venomous scorpions, each rangin
