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Like he hadn’t even noticed the army of assassins surrounding them.Charlotte clenched her fists.“Do something, you idiot! We’re surrounded!”Jack slowly turned to her, his expression neutral, almost bored.“We? No, no, no. This is a you problem, sweetheart. I’m just a bystander.”Charlotte’s face turned red with fury.“WHAT?!”The leader of the kidnappers let out a low chuckle.“Miss Richard, I suggest you stop screaming. No one can hear you.” He gestured to his men, who started moving forward. “Now, come quietly, or we’ll have to—”CRASH!One of the masked men smashed the car’s side window, sending shards of glass flying.Charlotte let out a short scream, her breath quickening in panic.She whirled back to Jack, her eyes now filled with something she had never felt before—fear.Jack Sullivan had no intention of playing hero.His night had already been long, and after dealing with Tarvol Hayley’s nonsense, all he wanted was to go home, take a shower, and get some rest.So, when Char
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One attacker swung a knife toward his chest—Jack sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it with a sickening pop.The man screamed as Jack flipped him over and slammed him onto the ground, face-first.Another came from behind with a kick aimed at Jack’s spine—Jack turned mid-air, catching the attacker’s leg and driving an elbow into his thigh, instantly crumpling him.Within seconds, three more bodies hit the ground.Charlotte, still watching, felt her jaw go slack.She had seen fights before—business disputes, hired security guards clashing, even some underground gambling rings her grandfather was involved in.But this?Jack wasn’t just fighting.He was demolishing them.The kidnappers hesitated now, backing up slightly.Scarface, gritting his teeth, barked at them.“Why the hell are you hesitating?! KILL HIM!”One of the men, his hands shaking slightly, reached for his gun—But Jack was already moving.Before the man could even aim—Jack grabbed his wrist,
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 76
Charlotte Richard was desperate.Her expensive heels clicked rapidly against the pavement as she practically ran after Jack Sullivan, her usual elegance nowhere to be found.Her hair was slightly messy, her designer dress wrinkled from all the chaos, and worst of all—her car was useless.Jack found the entire situation hilarious.The proud, high-and-mighty Charlotte Richard, who usually acted like a queen, was now begging for a ride like a lost puppy.She had spent the last hour yelling at him, looking down on him, and even insulting him, yet here she was, panicked and helpless.He smirked, tossing his Mercedes keys at her without even looking.“Take it. Try not to crash it.”Charlotte barely caught the keys, her breath hitching.“Wait… just like that?”Jack shrugged. “Your grandfather is an old soldier I respect. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even let you touch my car.”Charlotte’s eye twitched, but before she could snap back, Jack walked away, completely done with her nonsense.She glared a
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ack wasn’t particularly excited about watching a movie, but Emma was determined to drag him along.But as they arrived at the entrance, Emma’s mood shifted.Her playful energy vanished, replaced with irritation.Jack followed her gaze—And spotted the reason why.Sanaya Garvos.The eldest daughter of the Garvos family, notorious for her wild lifestyle, clubbing habits, and inability to shut up.She wasn’t alone.She stumbled drunkenly, dragging some poor bastard by his tie like he was a pet on a leash.Her bright red lips curled into a smirk the moment she saw Emma.“Oh, look who it is.”Emma’s jaw clenched.Sanaya swayed slightly, still holding onto her tie hostage. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Emma. And—oh? Who’s this? Your little date?”Her gaze landed on Jack, scanning him with an interested but mocking glint.“Tsk tsk, Emma. I knew you’d be desperate, but this is a new low.”Emma’s fists clenched at her sides.Emma Brooks wasn’t built for arguments.She was kind-hearted, a lit
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Jack Sullivan had just about enough nonsense for one night.He was halfway through the theater doors when Emma suddenly yanked him back, her small hands clutching his sleeve like a lifeline.“Oh, you two aren’t going anywhere.”That voice.That damn annoying voice.Jack exhaled sharply, already regretting turning around.Sure enough, Sanaya Garvos stood there, her smirk so smug it could punch a hole through the atmosphere.The half-drunk heiress tilted her wine glass, watching the golden liquid swirl lazily before taking another sip.She then raised a perfectly manicured hand and snapped her fingers.A man in a flashy white suit appeared beside her, grinning like an idiot.Jack had never seen a man so eager to be a human footstool before.Sanaya gestured at him dramatically.“This is Elos, the owner of this cinema. And also… my man for the day.”Elos nodded quickly, licking his lips like a pathetic puppy.“That’s right! Miss Sanaya has my full loyalty tonight!”Jack glanced at him. Th
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Sanaya Garvos was a menace.She wasn’t just petty—she was childishly, ridiculously, outrageously petty.All because she didn’t want Emma Brooks to watch a movie.And the worst part? She was enjoying every second of it.She leaned lazily against a velvet chair in the cinema lobby, her wine glass swaying in her hand, eyes glinting with pure amusement.“Oh, Emma, darling, you really should just accept your loss.” She sighed dramatically. “The cinemas belong to me for the next three days. That means you’ll have to find another hobby. Knitting, maybe?”Emma, shaking with frustration, clenched her fists.Her pride refused to let her back down.“Fine! If you can rent them, so can I!” she snapped, turning to Elos. “I’ll offer ten million to book every cinema in the city!”The entire room fell silent.Even Elos, the greedy little rat of a cinema owner, choked on air.This was no longer a childish fight—this was a full-on battle of money.Sanaya, still grinning, flicked her hair.“Ten million?
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The atmosphere in the cinema lobby had completely shifted.Just moments ago, Sanaya Garvos had been smugly boasting about her power, blocking Emma Brooks from watching a simple movie.Now?She stood frozen in disbelief, watching as Charlotte Richard—one of the most powerful women in the city—completely ignored her and sided with Jack Sullivan.It was the first time in her life that Sanaya felt like she had been slapped in public.And it was only about to get worse.Charlotte barely spared Sanaya or Elos a glance as she turned toward Jack, her tone strict but not unkind.“Jack, I’d handle this myself, but I have a business meeting. I’ll leave my secretary to deal with it.”Jack shrugged, completely indifferent.“Go ahead. I don’t need help dealing with small-time idiots, but I’ll humor you.”Charlotte smirked slightly before nodding toward a sharp-dressed woman who had just entered the room.Jessica Lane.Charlotte’s personal secretary.The moment Jessica stepped forward, the air grew
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“Oh, and one last thing—Elos, you’re fired. Pack up and get out.”Elos looked like he was about to cry.The cinema lobby, once filled with chaos and arrogance, had finally calmed down.Elos had been kicked out like garbage. Sanaya had stormed off in humiliation. And Jack Sullivan?He was finally the proud new owner of the damn cinema.Jessica Lane, Charlotte Richard’s secretary, adjusted her glasses and turned toward Jack with her usual calm, professional tone.“Miss Richard will be driving home tonight.”The words were simple, but the weight behind them was anything but.Jack noticed how several heads turned, their ears practically twitching with curiosity.Emma, standing beside him, froze mid-celebration, blinking in confusion.Sanaya, who was supposedly gone, had actually lingered just outside the doors, eavesdropping.Jack narrowed his eyes slightly.Driving home?That phrasing was way too deliberate.And sure enough, it had the effect Jessica clearly wanted.Murmurs broke out.“W
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
