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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.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 38 MANSION
Jack Sullivan walked out of the restaurant, his posture relaxed as he reached into his pocket and pressed a button on his key fob.Beep! Beep!A sleek black Mercedes lit up in the parking lot.Nie Mitchell stopped in his tracks. His smug expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock.Heather Reed’s mother, Victoria, nearly choked on her own words. “W-What? That’s his car?”Heather, standing beside her mother, frowned. Since when did Jack drive a luxury car? Just days ago, he was nothing but a "good-for-nothing husband."Victoria quickly recovered from her shock, flipping her hair and scoffing. “Hmph! So what if he has a Mercedes? Nie Mitchell still has a house in Hillside Villa! That’s real wealth.”Nie straightened his shoulders, nodding. “Exactly. A car is nothing compared to property in an elite neighborhood.”Jack didn’t even glance their way. He slid into his seat, started the engine, and pulled out smoothly, disappearing into the night.Victoria exhaled, still bitter. “Let’s go
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 39 THEIF
Nie Mitchell, Victoria Reed, and Heather Reed stared in absolute shock as Jack Sullivan casually walked through the grand entrance of the luxury villa.Victoria was the first to break the silence. “H-He didn’t actually… go inside, did he?”Nie shook his head violently. “No way. No way in hell! That house is worth millions! He must have sneaked in—there’s no chance he actually owns it!”Victoria clung to that thought. “Exactly! That good-for-nothing probably found a way to break in and is trying to show off! Disgusting!”Heather, however, wasn’t so sure. Jack didn’t look like he was sneaking in. He looked… natural. Comfortable. Like he belonged there.But before she could say anything, Nie pulled out his phone. “Let’s see how long he can fake it.”Nie dialed Howard Dawson, his friend and the son of a major real estate developer.The moment Howard picked up, Nie put on his best panicked voice.“Howard! I need security at Hillside Estates—NOW! There’s a thief who just broke into a villa
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 40 MISTAKEN
Howard Dawson stormed into the mansion, his expression dark and filled with righteous fury. The moment he spotted Jack Sullivan standing calmly in the living room, his blood boiled."You really have some nerve breaking into this place!" Howard barked, marching forward. "Who the hell do you think you are?"Jack didn’t even flinch. He casually poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. “Take a wild guess.”Howard saw red."This ain’t a game, you arrogant punk!" he snarled. Without warning, he grabbed Jack by the collar, yanking him forward. "I'm about to—"THUD!Before Howard could even finish his sentence, Jack moved.In a single, effortless motion, Jack gripped Howard’s wrist, twisted it, and threw him over his shoulder.Howard’s body slammed into the hardwood floor, knocking the wind out of him. His back arched in pain, and his eyes widened in disbelief."What the fu—"Jack stepped over him, towering like a predator over his prey. "You were saying?"Howard groaned, pushin
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 41 CUT TIES
Jack folded his arms, unimpressed. “And what made you so sure I was a thief?”Howard swallowed hard, his mind racing. What excuse could he even give?Finally, he blurted out, "It was Nie! That bastard Nie Mitchell! He told me you broke in—he lied to me!"Jack arched a brow. “Oh? And you were dumb enough to believe him?”Howard broke out in a cold sweat.“I—I swear, I’ll make it right! I—I won’t let him get away with this!”Jack tilted his head. “Oh? And what exactly do you plan to do?”Howard clenched his fists. He knew what he had to do."I'll destroy him."Jack’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. "That so?"Howard’s voice grew more desperate. “I—I swear! I’ll make him pay! I’ll—I'll kill the bastard!"Jack’s smirk widened. “That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”Howard shook his head furiously. “No, no! That bastard set me up! He made me look like an idiot in front of you! I—I should’ve known better!"Jack picked up his whiskey, taking another slow sip. “You should have.”Howard fe
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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
