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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 50 The Reunion
The sun hung low in the sky as Jack Sullivan pulled up at the school gates, the familiar surroundings stirring up memories from his past.He glanced over at Lisa Johnson, who sat in the passenger seat beside him, her expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness."Ready for this?" Jack asked, his voice calm as always, but there was a slight glint of amusement in his eyes.Lisa nodded, adjusting her hair in the rearview mirror. "I’m just hoping they don’t start asking too many questions."Jack smirked. "Let them talk. Who cares?"He parked the car and opened the door for her, stepping out as she did. The air felt different now, charged with anticipation.They made their way to the front gates where a small crowd of old classmates had already gathered. The buzz of conversation quieted for a moment as Lisa and Jack approached.Lisa’s best friend, Sarah, rushed forward with a huge grin, her arms outstretched for a hug. "Lisa! I can’t believe it’s really you! Look at you!" Sarah’s voi
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 51 OLD FRIENDS
As Jack Sullivan and Lisa walked further into the reunion, the familiar faces from their high school days filled the room.Some smiled with genuine warmth, others barely hid their judgmental stares, but no one looked at them quite the same.Jack didn’t care about the whispers. He had Lisa by his side and that was all that mattered.Still, it was hard to ignore the faint murmurs that rippled through the crowd as people noticed Lisa’s expensive clothes.Her designer dress and stylish accessories were clearly the talk of the night.“Did she really marry him for money?” someone whispered.Jack didn’t look back, but he could feel the prying eyes. He hadn’t needed to prove anything to these people, yet their judgment still stung.Lisa, however, simply ignored the whispers.She leaned closer to Jack, her fingers gently brushing his arm.“Let them talk, babe,” she whispered with a smile, clearly unaffected by the rumors. Her voice was low and tender, her love for Jack evident in the way she l
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 52 CLASS MONITOR
The reunion was in full swing, but there was one person who seemed to draw attention everywhere he went: Peter Park. Jack Sullivan’s old class monitor and, as always, a master of false charm.Jack had seen him coming a mile away.Peter's overly pressed suit and gleaming shoes, which he probably spent hours polishing, were enough of a giveaway.The man was always about appearances, and everyone in school knew it.What they didn’t know was that Peter had a knack for using people to climb the ladder—whether it was the class funds or his questionable promotions at Darkeis Winery.Jack had seen him take advantage of anyone he could, and now, here he was, acting like the most important person at the reunion.“Jack Sullivan!” Peter’s voice rang out from across the room, his overly loud greeting drawing a few curious glances from the crowd.He walked over, his posture perfect, and his smile that sickly sweet “I’m so great” grin plastered on his face. “It’s been years, hasn’t it?”Jack barely
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 53
AS he watched Peter,The man hadn’t changed—he was still using people, still putting on that fake charm. The same man who misused class funds back in high school and tried to force Xavier into paying more money for the school event. It was clear to Jack that Peter had only gotten where he was by being shameless.Peter, however, wasn’t looking at Jack. His eyes were focused on Lisa. He had always thought she was out of Jack’s league, and now that they were married, he had no intention of letting her stay with him. Peter thought Jack was a fool, too stupid to realize that Lisa would eventually get bored of him. In his mind, he had every chance to pull Lisa away from Jack."Lisa, why don’t you come sit with me?" Peter's voice was smooth, his smile all but oozing insincerity. He motioned to the seat next to him, a couple of rows away from Jack. "I’ve got some medicine and hot water. You must be tired from all the excitement."Lisa immediately stiffened. She didn’t even have to think twice
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 54
As the train began to rumble along the tracks, Peter continued his failed attempts to pull Lisa Johnson away from Jack. He couldn’t seem to understand why she wasn’t interested in him, even when he tried to charm her with offers of medicine and hot water. Lisa was having none of it, holding onto Jack firmly, making it clear where her loyalty lay.“I can’t believe he’s still pulling this crap,” Sarah muttered, shooting Peter a look of disdain. “He really thinks he’s going to take Lisa away from Jack? Ridiculous.”Sarah, who had been a good friend to Lisa back in high school, had always disliked Peter’s attitude, and today was no different. She stood up for her friend, stepping forward with a stern look. “Peter, respect the fact that Lisa is married. She doesn’t want you.”Peter smirked, pretending to be polite but clearly mocking Sarah. “Oh, come on, Sarah. Don’t be so uptight. It’s just a friendly offer. Surely Jack wouldn’t mind—he knows I’m just trying to help Lisa out.”Jack, who h
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 55
After the awkward room assignments, the group was trying to make the best of their situation. The elegant architecture and serene surroundings were impressive, but for Xavier, the unfairness of the situation weighed heavily on him. He had always been the hardworking one, a chef, yet here he was, being treated like less than everyone else.“You really think you deserve one of the suites, Xavier?” Peter Park sneered, standing with his arms crossed as he looked down at the frustrated chef. His smug expression made Xavier’s blood boil. “You’re just a cook, nothing more. A cook doesn’t get a fancy room like the rest of them.”Xavier’s face flushed with anger. He wasn’t about to back down. “I’m a damn good chef, Peter. I deserve more than this. You know that.”Peter scoffed, dismissing Xavier’s protest with a wave of his hand. “Oh please, don’t start with that.” His tone was mocking, dripping with arrogance. “You’re lucky you even get to stay here. I’m the vice president of Darkeis Winery,
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 56
Back in the lobby, Peter was acting as if nothing was wrong, still trying to play the part of the gracious host. He was delighting in the discomfort of others, especially Jack.He had probably expected them to be furious by now, begging for a better room, and he was ready to make them grovel.But Jack, ever calm, walked over to Peter without hesitation. “Peter, we’re switching rooms. Now.” His tone left no room for argument.Peter looked up, feigning surprise. “Oh? What’s wrong with your room?”“You know exactly what’s wrong with it.” Jack’s voice was low and controlled, but the anger was clear beneath the surface.“This isn’t a room, Peter. This is a warehouse. You’ve gone too far this time.”Peter just smiled, his fake charm still intact.“You really are a simpleton, Jack. You don’t understand the power of position.” His voice dripped with condescension.“You and your wife can stay where you are, or I can help Lisa. But if you think you’re going to walk all over me—think again.”Lis
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 57
Peter Park was fuming. His plan to humiliate Jack Sullivan and Lisa Johnson had backfired spectacularly. The warehouse—a dirty, neglected space—was supposed to be the ultimate punishment for Jack’s boldness.He expected them to suffer in the awful conditions and come crawling back to him for help. Lisa would surely beg him to fix the situation, wouldn’t she?But instead, Jack had walked confidently into the luxurious lakeside villa, the most exclusive and expensive accommodation on the property.The same villa that was usually reserved for Boss Raymond himself. The audacity.Peter’s jaw tightened as he watched them leave the villa.He couldn’t believe his eyes. Had Jack actually managed to break into the place? That was the only explanation.He couldn't fathom how Jack could have had access to a place meant only for the owner of Darkeis Winery.He was seething with anger, but he couldn’t just stand there. His pride wouldn’t let him. So, he sent Lisa Johnson a message, hoping to stir u
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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
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.
