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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
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 42 LEGEND
Nie Mitchell stood frozen, his mind in chaos.How did this happen?How did he lose everything in a matter of minutes?His business contracts—gone. His family home—gone. His reputation—shattered.His family stood behind him, their faces pale with fear.Victoria Reed, who had been gleefully mocking Jack Sullivan minutes ago, now looked like she had swallowed a brick. "N-Nie, what the hell is going on?! Why is Howard doing this to you?"Nie clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His entire body trembled as he turned toward Howard Dawson, who was walking away."Howard!" Nie shouted, desperation in his voice. "Wait! This is a joke, right? You’re not serious about kicking my family out, are you?"Howard didn’t even look back. “It’s already done. You lied to me, Nie. And I don’t tolerate people who make me look like an idiot.”Nie staggered back. “Howard, please—”Howard finally turned, his expression cold. “Consider yourself lucky Jack Sullivan didn’t kill you where you st
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 43 FAVOR
For two days, Jack Sullivan stayed in his villa, practicing at Crystal Lake late at night or in the early morning. His cultivation journey had begun again, and he was determined to regain the strength he once possessed.In the world of martial arts, fighters were divided into levels: Basic Fighters, Internal Strength, Pulse Realm, and the near-mythical True Essence Realm—where Jack once stood. He had been a warrior feared by all, but now he was starting over, clawing his way back to power.Standing by the lake, Jack inhaled deeply, gathering energy. With a single slap against the water, a powerful shockwave exploded across the surface, sending ripples across the entire lake. He smirked. His strength was returning.As he prepared to continue, he felt something—eyes on him.Someone was watching.Jack turned sharply, his gaze locking onto a figure hiding behind the trees. “Come out,” he commanded.The intruder flinched but stepped forward hesitantly. It was Howard Dawson, the son of a po
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 44 REAL MEN
Howard Dawson fidgeted as he knelt on the cold marble floor of Jack Sullivan’s villa. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Had he overstepped? Had he just signed his own death warrant by asking Jack to help?Jack remained motionless, arms crossed, his sharp gaze studying Howard as if he were an insect under a magnifying glass. This man had mocked him just days ago, and now he was kneeling like a dog? Pathetic.Howard swallowed hard. "Mr. Sullivan…?"Then, to his shock, Jack finally spoke."Fine."Howard's head snapped up. "W-What?"Jack smirked. "I'll go with you."For a moment, Howard thought he had misheard. But no—Jack Sullivan, the man who had humiliated him without lifting a finger, was actually agreeing to help. This was his chance!Howard leaped to his feet, nearly tripping over himself. “G-Great! I’ll drive us there right now!”Jack simply grabbed his coat, moving with the kind of effortless confidence that made Howard’s gut twist. Just who the hell was Jack Sullivan?
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 45 CHALLENGE
Jack Sullivan leaned against the car, watching the scene unfold with an amused expression. These so-called “fighters” had no idea what they were walking into.Frank and Derek Miller, the so-called “Miller brothers,” strutted around like they owned the place. Frank flexed his arms, cracking his knuckles loudly, while Derek smirked as if he had already won.Jack shook his head.Pathetic.Neither of them had real martial arts training. Frank was barely at the lowest level of a basic fighter, while Derek hadn’t even reached that. Against a true martial artist like Julia Yates, they were walking straight into their own humiliation.But before Jack could say anything, Tina Dawson noticed his reaction.“What’s with that look?” she snapped, glaring at him. “You think you’re better than them?”Jack met her gaze lazily. “Just thinking.”“Thinking what?” she pressed, arms crossed.Jack shrugged. “That this is going to be a massacre.”Tina scoffed. “Oh, please. You don’t know what you’re talking
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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
