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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 163
The Sullivan mansion dining room glowed with warm light from the crystal chandelier overhead. Servants moved silently, bringing course after course of exquisite dishes. Jack sat at the head of the table, his father having insisted on giving him the honored position tonight.Lisa observed the scene with new eyes. The elegant silverware, the deferential staff, the museum-quality paintings adorning the walls—all symbols of a legacy she hadn't fully comprehended until now."More wine, Mrs. Sullivan?" asked an elderly butler, bowing slightly as he approached her."Yes, thank you," Lisa replied, still unaccustomed to the formality.I married into this family thinking I was doing Jack a favor, she thought, watching her husband engage confidently with his parents. How wrong I was.Wendy noticed Lisa's contemplative expression. "Is everything alright, dear? You've barely touched your food.""I'm fine," Lisa assured her. "Just... taking it all in."Jack reached over, covering her hand with his.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 164
The air in Eastridge was electric with the anticipation of the Harvest Festival. Every influential family in the city had gathered at the Sullivan ancestral manor—an ornate, sprawling estate nestled atop the central hill, where prestige oozed from every brick.Inside one of the guest villas, Nathan Sullivan stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting his emerald tie. Chad Sullivan, his only son, lounged nearby, his fingers casually flipping through the guest list.“Jack’s coming?” Chad scoffed. “Seriously? He should’ve stayed buried in Carson. And now he thinks he can come play family heir again?”Nathan didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes studied his own reflection with a controlled smirk.“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” he finally said. “It’s the noise he brings. He’s unpredictable.”Chad snorted. “Let him bark. That’s all he can do. He doesn’t even know we’ve sealed the deal with Daniel Tian. And once Sullivan Group is officially under Shaw’s control, he can scream al
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 165
The Sullivan Estate buzzed with energy as finely dressed guests filled the garden walkways, marbled corridors, and grand halls. The Harvest Festival was in full swing, and the aura of celebration masked the underlying current of tension.In past years, George Sullivan was the one shaking hands at the main entrance, welcoming business giants, political figures, and old family allies. But this year, it was Nathan Sullivan at the front, surrounded by well-groomed assistants and smiling like a monarch.As Jack Sullivan approached with his family—Wendy on one side, Lisa on the other, and George walking a step behind—the atmosphere subtly shifted. Heads turned. Conversations stalled. Servants paused, eyes trailing after them with hushed curiosity."Is that really Jack Sullivan?""The crazy heir? I thought he was still locked up somewhere.""No… Look at him. That’s not the face of a madman. That’s someone with fire in his eyes."Jack heard every whisper. And he let them talk. He had no inten
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 166
The air in the Sullivan estate’s grand reception hall was growing heavier by the minute. Lavish tapestries lined the walls, and golden chandeliers bathed the room in warm light—but not even luxury could hide the frost in everyone’s eyes.Wendy Sullivan’s patience finally cracked.“I won’t stay silent anymore,” she snapped, stepping forward. Her voice, though not loud, carried with startling clarity. “You’ve insulted my husband enough, Nathan. Say what you want about me, but don’t you dare belittle George again in front of his son.”The crowd went still.Nathan raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, setting down his drink with exaggerated grace. “Oh? So the quiet lady from the once-glorious Williamson family finally speaks?”Before Wendy could answer, a shrill laugh rang out across the hall.It was Nathan’s wife—Fourth Aunt—dressed in emerald silk and dripping with diamonds. She stepped forward with a haughty sway, her lips curled in disdain.“You talk so much for someone whose family dis
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 167
The golden hum of the banquet buzzed through the Sullivan estate, laughter rising like steam off champagne glasses as Chad basked in the glow of flattery. In the west parlor, President Tang of the Eastridge Chamber of Commerce and dozens of business elites surrounded him like bees to a hive.Meanwhile, Jack stood near the main hall entrance, unbothered by the murmurs and sideways glances that still lingered after Fourth Aunt’s insult.“Still no one here to see you?” Chad called out across the room with a smug smirk, drink in hand.Jack didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.Because at that moment, the butler at the front entrance cleared his throat with urgency.“Announcing—Mr. Iron Will of Carson City and Mr. Lewis Scarp of Crimson Vineyard International!”The hall fell into stunned silence.Iron Will—the ruthless king of the underground world. The name alone made seasoned businessmen sit straighter.Lewis Scarp—the man whose wine auctioned for six figures per bottle. A legend.Their foot
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 168
Gasps and scattered murmurs still buzzed through the banquet hall like bees disturbed from their hive. Iron Will and Lewis Liu sitting at Jack’s table wasn’t just unexpected—it was unthinkable.Even now, the older relatives whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of it.“No way that’s real…”“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe they came for the family, not for Jack.”“Even if they said ‘Mr. Sullivan,’ they could’ve meant Nathan…”At another table, one of the distant cousins leaned toward Elder Mason. “Jack was just a fool a year ago. How could someone like Iron Will call himself a subordinate to him? It doesn’t add up.”“Exactly,” another chimed in. “They must be doing this out of politeness. Respecting the Sullivan family name.”Wendy clenched her fists under the table but said nothing. Even as Jack’s mother, she couldn’t fully grasp the depth of her son’s transformation.He was my fragile boy… now these terrifying men bow to him like servants.George didn’t speak either,
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 169
The air inside the Sullivan estate was thick with veiled hostility. Smiles masked tension. Toasts hid resentment. But Jack Sullivan sat silently, his every movement echoing calm dominance.Across the table, Leo Sullivan flashed his perfect smile, but Jack wasn’t fooled.He leaned forward slightly, voice quiet but sharp as a blade. “Leo… do you remember the man who paid for your education when you ran away from home?”Leo’s expression flickered, but he quickly regained composure. “What’s your point?”Jack’s voice remained low and steady. “My father took you in. Fed you. Protected you. But I suppose none of that matters to you now.”Leo shrugged, casual and dismissive. “Kindness doesn’t matter in this world, Jack. Power does. I respect the strong, not the sentimental.”Wendy gasped softly at the cruelty in his voice. George’s brow furrowed, his hand gripping the edge of the table.But Jack? He only gave a ghost of a smile. “Good. Then respect will come whether you like it or not.”Just
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 170
The banquet hall was silent.The kind of silence that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff—just before it crumbled.Jack Sullivan stood tall, shoulders squared, gaze locked onto the aging patriarch of the Sullivan family. Samuel Sullivan, once untouchable in authority, now looked smaller beneath the weight of Jack’s presence.“I’ve stayed quiet for too long,” Jack began, his voice cutting through the air like a cold wind. “But not today. Today, the truth gets spoken.”Samuel’s face hardened. “Mind your words, boy. I am still the head elder of this family.”“And I,” Jack said slowly, “am the one you tried to bury. The son of the man you betrayed. You don’t deserve silence anymore.”Gasps spread like wildfire across the room. Guests glanced nervously between Jack and Samuel.Wendy clutched George’s arm, tears glistening in her eyes—not from fear this time, but pride. My son is standing for us. Finally.Samuel scowled, voice rising. “You speak of betrayal? You call your elders trait
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CHAPTER 173
The air in the Sullivan estate was no longer tense.It was charged—electrified by fear, awe, and the sharp scent of history being made.Jack Sullivan sat at the head of the long ceremonial table, his calm gaze sweeping across the silent hall. To his left sat Ron Taylor, leader of Westlake City, whose loyalty was unwavering. To his right knelt Keith Rodriguez, head bowed low, blood trickling from his forehead as it pooled silently on the polished floor.Keith’s voice trembled. “Mr. Sullivan… I was wrong. I challenged you. I insulted you. I thought I had power—but I was nothing.”He slammed his forehead against the floor again, his tone raw with desperation. “I beg you… let me live. I will serve you faithfully from this day forward.”Gasps rippled through the crowd.Aunt Patricia covered her mouth in disbelief. Chad’s face had gone ghost white. Even Daniel Tian, moments ago full of arrogance, took an instinctive step back.He’s… begging for mercy? Keith Rodriguez? The untouchable king o
CHAPTER 172
The tension in the Sullivan family estate had reached a boiling point.Daniel Tian stood in the center of the hall, his aura oppressive, his expression twisted in contempt. He looked down at George and Jack as if daring them to defy him again.“This is Eastridge City,” Daniel snapped. “Not Carson. Not your playground. You may be powerful over there, but here, I make the rules.”Jack stepped forward beside his father, calm and composed, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s.“We’re not here to challenge your territory,” Jack said. “But don’t make the mistake of thinking we’re beneath you. Try to control the Sullivan family, and you’ll find out just how far my reach really goes.”Daniel barked out a laugh. “Your reach? Boy, I’m not one of your Carson street thugs. I run this city. No outsider tells me what to do.”The air turned heavy.Even the elders of the Sullivan family leaned back in their chairs, unsure of what would happen next. Chad grinned like a child hiding behind his father’s legs.
CHAPTER 171
The golden chandeliers above flickered ever so slightly as tension rippled through the banquet hall. Jack’s words had shaken the foundation of the Sullivan family. The elders sat quietly, minds racing, pride crumbling.But not Nathan Sullivan.He stood slowly, dusting invisible lint from his sleeves, a calm yet cunning smile on his lips.“You all speak so boldly,” he said, eyes flicking from Jack to George. “But don’t forget—we still have backing. True power. And he’s almost here.”Jack didn’t move. “Daniel Tian, is it?”Nathan smirked. “He’s not just any guest, Jack. He’s the real master of Eastridge City.”Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor.A servant’s panicked voice followed:“Announcing—Mr. Daniel Tian, Lord of Eastridge!”The hall fell into complete silence.Even the air seemed to hold its breath.Daniel Tian strode in like he owned the world, a long gray coat trailing behind him, sharp eyes scanning the hall like a general inspecting his troops. Powerful bus
CHAPTER 170
The banquet hall was silent.The kind of silence that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff—just before it crumbled.Jack Sullivan stood tall, shoulders squared, gaze locked onto the aging patriarch of the Sullivan family. Samuel Sullivan, once untouchable in authority, now looked smaller beneath the weight of Jack’s presence.“I’ve stayed quiet for too long,” Jack began, his voice cutting through the air like a cold wind. “But not today. Today, the truth gets spoken.”Samuel’s face hardened. “Mind your words, boy. I am still the head elder of this family.”“And I,” Jack said slowly, “am the one you tried to bury. The son of the man you betrayed. You don’t deserve silence anymore.”Gasps spread like wildfire across the room. Guests glanced nervously between Jack and Samuel.Wendy clutched George’s arm, tears glistening in her eyes—not from fear this time, but pride. My son is standing for us. Finally.Samuel scowled, voice rising. “You speak of betrayal? You call your elders trait
CHAPTER 169
The air inside the Sullivan estate was thick with veiled hostility. Smiles masked tension. Toasts hid resentment. But Jack Sullivan sat silently, his every movement echoing calm dominance.Across the table, Leo Sullivan flashed his perfect smile, but Jack wasn’t fooled.He leaned forward slightly, voice quiet but sharp as a blade. “Leo… do you remember the man who paid for your education when you ran away from home?”Leo’s expression flickered, but he quickly regained composure. “What’s your point?”Jack’s voice remained low and steady. “My father took you in. Fed you. Protected you. But I suppose none of that matters to you now.”Leo shrugged, casual and dismissive. “Kindness doesn’t matter in this world, Jack. Power does. I respect the strong, not the sentimental.”Wendy gasped softly at the cruelty in his voice. George’s brow furrowed, his hand gripping the edge of the table.But Jack? He only gave a ghost of a smile. “Good. Then respect will come whether you like it or not.”Just
CHAPTER 168
Gasps and scattered murmurs still buzzed through the banquet hall like bees disturbed from their hive. Iron Will and Lewis Liu sitting at Jack’s table wasn’t just unexpected—it was unthinkable.Even now, the older relatives whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of it.“No way that’s real…”“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe they came for the family, not for Jack.”“Even if they said ‘Mr. Sullivan,’ they could’ve meant Nathan…”At another table, one of the distant cousins leaned toward Elder Mason. “Jack was just a fool a year ago. How could someone like Iron Will call himself a subordinate to him? It doesn’t add up.”“Exactly,” another chimed in. “They must be doing this out of politeness. Respecting the Sullivan family name.”Wendy clenched her fists under the table but said nothing. Even as Jack’s mother, she couldn’t fully grasp the depth of her son’s transformation.He was my fragile boy… now these terrifying men bow to him like servants.George didn’t speak either,
CHAPTER 167
The golden hum of the banquet buzzed through the Sullivan estate, laughter rising like steam off champagne glasses as Chad basked in the glow of flattery. In the west parlor, President Tang of the Eastridge Chamber of Commerce and dozens of business elites surrounded him like bees to a hive.Meanwhile, Jack stood near the main hall entrance, unbothered by the murmurs and sideways glances that still lingered after Fourth Aunt’s insult.“Still no one here to see you?” Chad called out across the room with a smug smirk, drink in hand.Jack didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.Because at that moment, the butler at the front entrance cleared his throat with urgency.“Announcing—Mr. Iron Will of Carson City and Mr. Lewis Scarp of Crimson Vineyard International!”The hall fell into stunned silence.Iron Will—the ruthless king of the underground world. The name alone made seasoned businessmen sit straighter.Lewis Scarp—the man whose wine auctioned for six figures per bottle. A legend.Their foot
CHAPTER 166
The air in the Sullivan estate’s grand reception hall was growing heavier by the minute. Lavish tapestries lined the walls, and golden chandeliers bathed the room in warm light—but not even luxury could hide the frost in everyone’s eyes.Wendy Sullivan’s patience finally cracked.“I won’t stay silent anymore,” she snapped, stepping forward. Her voice, though not loud, carried with startling clarity. “You’ve insulted my husband enough, Nathan. Say what you want about me, but don’t you dare belittle George again in front of his son.”The crowd went still.Nathan raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, setting down his drink with exaggerated grace. “Oh? So the quiet lady from the once-glorious Williamson family finally speaks?”Before Wendy could answer, a shrill laugh rang out across the hall.It was Nathan’s wife—Fourth Aunt—dressed in emerald silk and dripping with diamonds. She stepped forward with a haughty sway, her lips curled in disdain.“You talk so much for someone whose family dis
CHAPTER 165
The Sullivan Estate buzzed with energy as finely dressed guests filled the garden walkways, marbled corridors, and grand halls. The Harvest Festival was in full swing, and the aura of celebration masked the underlying current of tension.In past years, George Sullivan was the one shaking hands at the main entrance, welcoming business giants, political figures, and old family allies. But this year, it was Nathan Sullivan at the front, surrounded by well-groomed assistants and smiling like a monarch.As Jack Sullivan approached with his family—Wendy on one side, Lisa on the other, and George walking a step behind—the atmosphere subtly shifted. Heads turned. Conversations stalled. Servants paused, eyes trailing after them with hushed curiosity."Is that really Jack Sullivan?""The crazy heir? I thought he was still locked up somewhere.""No… Look at him. That’s not the face of a madman. That’s someone with fire in his eyes."Jack heard every whisper. And he let them talk. He had no inten
