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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 30 - "Paper Tigers"
Black Viper's face contorted with rage as he pointed at Jack. "Kill this arrogant bastard!"His men charged forward, their boots squeaking on the hospital floor. Jack raised a hand, signaling his hidden soldiers to stay back. Let's show them the difference between thugs and warriors.The first attacker swung a wild punch. Jack stepped aside with casual grace, redirecting the man's momentum into a wall. The second and third rushed him together—one wielding brass knuckles, the other a switchblade.Three seconds later, they joined their friend on the floor.The remaining gangsters hesitated, looking between their groaning companions and Jack's relaxed stance."Well?" Jack asked pleasantly. "Anyone else want to try?"They rushed him all at once. The next ten seconds were a symphony of precise violence—bodies flying, joints cracking, pained screams echoing off sterile walls. When the dust settled, Black Viper stood alone, surrounded by his moaning men.Jack calmly walked to the water dispe
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 31- "True Power
The hospital room buzzed with nervous energy as Mike Johnson crawled toward Jack, his face pale with terror. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on the fallen gangsters still groaning on the floor.I’ve seen men on their knees before, Jack thought, but rarely do they shake so much. Then again, these fools have no idea what they’re dealing with."Brother, please!" Mike's voice cracked with desperation. "You have to apologize! The Bull Mason will kill us all!"Jack continued arranging flowers in Lisa's vase. "These lilies really complement the room, don't you think?"Nice and calm… Let them squirm. Sometimes the simplest things—like lilies—help keep me grounded.Black Viper, nursing a bruised jaw, barked out a laugh. "Five hundred grand, Sullivan! That's what you owe me for my men!""The water pressure in this building is excellent," Jack commented, filling another cup. "Very consistent."Typical. They think money solves everything. But fear is their true currency.Like watching pu
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 32 MERCY
The hospital room fell silent as The Bull Mason's massive frame filled the doorway. His scarred face and expensive suit presented the perfect image of underworld authority. Behind him, six men in black suits lined the corridor.Finally, Black Viper thought, grinning through his bruises. Sullivan's about to learn what real power looks like."Now you'll see, Sullivan! Boss, this is the one who—"The Bull Mason's eyes locked onto Jack, who was calmly sipping water. The color drained from the enforcer's face.Like a pitbull realizing it's in a tiger's den, Jack thought, watching the transformation.Something's wrong, Lisa realized, noting The Bull Mason's sudden change in demeanor. I've never seen anyone look so terrified."M-Mr. Sullivan?" The Bull Mason's voice cracked as he dropped to his knees. "I had no idea... please forgive this intrusion."This can't be happening, Mike thought, his earlier cockiness evaporating. The Bull Mason kneeling? What kind of monster is Jack?Black Viper lo
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 33 DISGUST BROTHER
Jack Sullivan stood near the hospital room door, his expression unreadable. His sharp gaze lingered on Lisa Johnson for a moment longer than necessary before he finally spoke.“Take care of yourself,” he said, his tone indifferent.Lisa forced a small nod. “You too.”Jack hesitated briefly. “The class reunion… when is it?”Lisa blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Why does he care about that? She pushed her confusion aside and answered, “In two days. The old class monitor arranged a bus.”“I see.” Jack gave a slight nod. “I’ll go.”And just like that, he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the dimly lit hallway.Lisa stared at the door, her heart sinking. He didn’t even look back.The silence in the room felt suffocating. Lisa gripped the blanket tightly, her mind in turmoil.Jack had always been there, a silent shadow who tolerated every insult, every humiliation her family threw at him. She had been so sure he would always be that way—weak, obedient, easy to disca
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 34 AUNT IN LAW
Jack Sullivan sat in the Golden Crown Restaurant, sipping his tea as he waited for his food. The place was lively, filled with the chatter of diners and the clinking of utensils. He had chosen a quiet corner, uninterested in the world around him.However, fate had other plans.Just a few tables away, he spotted Heather Reed sitting with her mother, Victoria Reed, and a rich young man—Nie Mitchell.Jack’s eyes narrowed slightly. Nie Mitchell again? This guy really doesn’t know when to give up.Nie Mitchell’s family ran a massive seafood business, owning a fleet of ships. He had money, connections, and an arrogant attitude to match. Jack had encountered his kind too many times before—spoiled brats who thought wealth equaled power.Heather Reed sat stiffly, her expression unreadable. Jack noticed something odd—she wasn’t flirting or acting interested. Strange. She used to like him.His guess was correct.Heather was forced to attend this dinner by her mother. At first, she had been excit
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 35 LUNATIC
Nie Mitchell sat at his table, swirling his wine glass, eyes narrowing at Jack Sullivan.He remembered clearly how Jack had humiliated him before—how he had acted like some hero at the restaurant, standing up to thugs as if he was invincible. But here? Here was his chance to turn the tables.Nie’s gaze flickered to Victoria Reed, Heather’s mother. She was still fuming over Jack’s indifferent attitude, ranting about how worthless he was.“This fool thinks he’s somebody just because he has a little money now,” she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “At the end of the day, he’s just an abandoned dog.”Nie smirked, leaning forward. Perfect.“You know, Auntie,” Nie said smoothly, “men like him? They get a little bit of cash and start thinking they’re kings. But in reality? He’s just a cockroach that got lucky.”Victoria laughed, nodding in agreement. “Exactly! He was nothing when he was with Lisa, and now he acts all high and mighty. I bet he still scrubs floors in secret.”Heather,
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 36 DISRESPECT
Jack Sullivan leaned back in his chair, watching his so-called aunt-in-law fume with rage. His question had clearly hit a nerve.Victoria Reed, Heather’s mother, slammed the table so hard that nearby diners turned to stare. Her face was twisted with anger, her voice shrill with frustration.“Jack Sullivan! You arrogant little rat! How dare you speak like that?” she barked. “Nie Mitchell is a highly respected businessman, my daughter’s future husband! Show some damn respect!”Jack smirked, stirring his tea calmly. Future husband, huh? That’s funny.“The last time I heard this speech, it was about a guy named Jasper” He tilted his head. “What happened to him? Also your ‘future son-in-law,’ right?”Heather stiffened, her face turning red with embarrassment.Nie Mitchell’s face twitched. Jasper? Who the hell was that?Victoria’s mouth opened and closed, but she had no comeback.Jack continued, his voice laced with mockery. “So tell me, Auntie, how many ‘future son-in-laws’ are you plannin
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 37 NOT IMPRESSED
Nie Mitchell leaned back in his chair, flashing a smug grin. He swirled his glass of expensive red wine before setting it down with a satisfied sigh.“Well,” he said loudly, making sure the whole table heard, “tonight’s meal is on me.”Victoria Reed’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Nie, you’re too generous!” she gushed. “That’s why I keep telling Heather she needs to stick close to men like you—successful, well-connected, real gentlemen.”Heather Reed suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Here we go again.Nie smirked, adjusting the cuff of his designer suit. “It’s nothing. The owner of this place, Howard Dawson, is a good friend of mine. His father is one of the biggest real estate developers in the country. So, you know… I get special treatment here.”Victoria gasped dramatically. “Howard Dawson? You mean the Howard Dawson?”Nie nodded smugly. “That’s the one. He personally reserves tables for me. If I wanted, I could have this whole restaurant shut down just for us.”Jack Sullivan kept eating.
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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 Bentley 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 st
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
