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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 130
At an old teahouse in South Carson, Charlotte Shaw sipped jasmine tea, legs crossed, eyes fixed on the frail man seated across from her. Uncle Frank, once a martial arts legend, now leaned heavily on a cane, his left leg twitching involuntarily.“You’re going to Scorpion Hollow?” he asked, coughing. “Have you lost your damn mind, girl?”Charlotte sighed. “I don’t need a lecture, Uncle Frank. I need protection. Someone who can handle whatever’s in that cave.”He gave her a look. “Honey, I got arthritis, three broken ribs, and a spine that clicks when I sneeze. You think I’m hiking into poison cave central?”“Then give me someone. Recommend someone.”Frank scratched his grizzled chin. “There’s one. James Logan. Senior disciple of Master Wilson. Older martial brother of the guy Jack Sullivan turned into roadkill last month.”Charlotte blinked. “He’s alive?”Frank grinned. “Back in the States. Quiet. Waiting for his chance to kill Sullivan. He hates Jack more than your makeup artist hates
CHAPTER 129
Matthew groaned on the leather couch, a towel pressed against the hole in his ribs where Jack's finger had almost turned him into a human donut. Jack stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and warning.“You stink,” Jack said bluntly. “Like rotting lizard mixed with cheap poison.”Matthew winced. “That’s not my cologne.”Jack knelt beside him. “Don’t play games. That smell on you—what is it? Start talking before I turn the other side of you into Swiss cheese.”Matthew swallowed hard. “It’s from Scorpion Hollow… in Pine Ridge. I went there two weeks ago with Victor Lawrence. We were looking for some rare creatures.”Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Scorpion Hollow? You telling me you stepped into that death trap?”“Not willingly!” Matthew coughed. “Victor said we’d find something useful. There were mutated scorpions, the size of dogs—vicious. Nearly everyone got wiped out. I… I got bit.”Jack leaned in, now genuinely intrigued. Scorpion Hollow... that place was just a l
CHAPTER 128
As the music resumed at the wedding, the mood had shifted dramatically. Where once whispers of doubt surrounded Jack Sullivan, now every step he took was met with hushed reverence. The most feared man in Carson City had just made an example out of the Lawrences—and everyone was watching.“Mr. Sullivan, may I pour you another glass?” a trembling waiter asked, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched the table.“No need,” Jack said coolly. “I’ve already spilled enough tonight.”Laughter rippled across the room—nervous, forced, but there.Heather Reed, still dressed in her bridesmaid gown, made her way over to David Smith. Her smile was suddenly sweet, her eyes glistening with what she hoped looked like regret.“David…” she purred, placing a hand gently on his arm. “About earlier… I didn’t mean to say all those things. I—I was confused. But seeing you now, I realize I made a mistake.”David raised a brow. “Yeah, you did. A big one. The size of your ego, actually.”“Come on,” she said wi
CHAPTER 127
The air in the reception hall crackled with tension. Jack Sullivan’s fury was palpable, his eyes cold as they locked onto Victor Lawrence and his son Derek, who was still trying to steady himself after the humiliation. Jack’s fingers curled into a fist at his side, the anger burning beneath his calm exterior.“You think I’m done?” Jack’s voice was low, icy, and every word dripped with menace. “No, Victor. This ends now.”Victor’s jaw tightened, and he stood taller, attempting to retain his pride. “You’ve made your point, Mr. Sullivan. But my son is not some animal you can—”“I’m not done with you yet,” Jack interrupted, his gaze shifting to Derek. “Both of you need to kneel. Now. Apologize.”Derek’s face twisted in fury. “You think I’m going to kneel to you? You’ve got another thing coming!”Victor’s hand clenched at his side, his mind racing. He could feel the power shift in the room, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks—this was Jack’s territory. This was Carson City. Th
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
