After a few days off to give herself time to reflect, Suzzane felt a bit calmer. She decided that it was time to return to the office and face reality, even though the confusing situation was still in her mind. But as soon as she stepped into the office, she felt as if all eyes were on her. Curious glances and inaudible whispers covered every corner of the room, accompanying her every step towards his desk.As he sat at her desk, trying to embrace her routine back, her phone suddenly rang. A feeling of alertness immediately flashed across her mind, making her heart beat faster. She sees an incoming call from Liam, which makes her feel confused but curious. Is this related to the news that developed recently? Despite that, Suzzane chose to follow Liam's instructions. She took her workbook and walked towards Liam's office, trying to suppress the anxiety that was growing in her.However, how shocked Suzzane was when she opened the door to Liam's room and found Brandon Langham present in
When the sun rose, Jack was getting ready to use his jacket. He heard from the maid that Ashley had asked the driver to take her home early in the morning. Maybe Ashley was embarrassed after what happened last night, so she left before Jack did.Jack got ready to go to the office, put on a serious expression, and thought hard about the next steps to be taken to clear his name. However, it was then that her phone rang with an incoming call from Brandon.Jack walked over to his cell phone which was ringing on the nightstand. When he picked it up and heard Brandon's serious voice on the other end, he could tell something important must be up. "What's wrong, Brandon?" he asked.Brandon replied in a voice full of urgency, "Jack, you need to get to the police station immediately. I have important evidence for your case."Jack frowned, trying to understand the situation that was happening. "What evidence are you talking about, Brandon? Will this help clear my name?"“Of course, Jack. Come to
After handling business at the police station, Jack returned to his office feeling relieved. Finally, he was no longer entangled in the trap set by the Hawthorne family. Jack felt as though he and Brandon had turned the tide, leaving the Hawthorne family caught up in their own game. At that time, he felt that there was no need to reclaim their actions because they had fallen by themselves. In his office, Jack was getting ready for the press conference scheduled for later that afternoon. He knew that this was an opportunity to clear his name and reveal the truth to the public. This was a watershed moment in his fight to restore his tarnished reputation. Meanwhile, Dylan and Rita Hawthorne were in their office. They were happy and sure that Jack would soon go to jail. They even planned to have fun after the press conference, celebrating their victory in knocking Jack out. But suddenly, Dylan's phone rang. He saw that it was a call from Daniel Collins, their business ally. Dylan immedi
The Hawthorne family, though with annoyed and condescending looks, finally allowed Jack and Brandon to continue with the press conference. Gordon, smugly, said, "Okay, let's hear how Jack will defend himself. Who knows, maybe he's got an interesting story to tell."Jack looked at the reporters sternly and said, "Thank you everyone for being here today. I want to remind you all to record well what I'm about to say."He continued calmly, "I want to tell everyone that I have been cleared of all charges by the police. This is thanks to the solid evidence we have."However, before Jack could finish his statement, Gordon shouted "No way! That's impossible!" He tries to create chaos again.The building's security guards swiftly approached Gordon, responding decisively to his attempt to create chaos. They restricted his movements steadily and issued stern warnings."Sir, please give your cooperation on this event," said one of the security officers in a firm voice, trying to calm the situatio
"Of course! We will celebrate together," Brandon said with a sincere smile."I agree," Ashley replied enthusiastically."Then let's have dinner together. Ash, find a nice place," Jack said happily, a smile on his face.Jack, Ashley, and Brandon also chose a fancy restaurant to celebrate their victory. The restaurant is full of elegant decorations, sparkling lights, and a warm atmosphere. They enjoy a delicious meal while continuing to tell stories and laugh. Their moods were very jovial, and the positive energy was so thick between them.In the middle of a warm dinner, Brandon looked at Ashley tenderly. Jack could see it clearly."Listen, Ashley," Brandon said in a soft voice, trying to convey his interest. "I want to be frank with you. I admire your personality and your intelligence."Ashley smiled as she replied, "Thanks Brandon. We've done a great job as a team.""Right," Brandon said with a smile.Jack could clearly see Brandon's interest in Ashley even though Ashley didn't realiz
The tension in the room is heightened when Gordon proposes a very extreme course of action. "We can finish off Suzzane and her sister Lucy who are out of town. Those who have told the truth!"Mr White, who had previously vigorously defended them, immediately opposed this proposal firmly. "Mr. Hawthorne, that would complicate matters. We could be even more heavily charged."Dylan, who seemed calmer than Gordon, agreed with Mr. White, and he scolded his son. "Mr. White is right, Gordon. We've been too hasty in carrying out this plan. Don't repeat your stupid act again!"However, Rita chose to defend her son, "This is not Gordon's fault. He was just trying to protect us all!"Mr. White tried to defuse the tension by offering a more tactful suggestion, "How about we give Suzzane some money to hush up? I can arrange for the criminal element to be ostensibly removed. This case can be closed quietly."Dylan seemed interested in the suggestion. "Can it be done?"Mr. White thought as he said,
Jack let the warm water soak into his bones, trying to find some enjoyment in the warm touch. However, despite the steam and peace of the morning in the bathroom, the memory of that bitter night still haunted her. How he ran hard, without stopping, across the dark streets to the hospital. It was as if his entire life depended on a faint sliver of hope. But when he finally arrives, a cruel reality drags him down a dark abyss. His mother had abandoned him, meeting his end without a miracle of salvation.A burning grudge, like a burning red ember, had been fueling his heart for years. The memory of the Hawthorne family's treatment of him was etched into every fiber of his soul. They not only deprived her of her mother, but they also refused her help in complete denial. They considered him lowly and worthless, simply because he did not have as much power or wealth as they did. Now, the fire of revenge is growing, ready to scorch everything that is a silent witness to his suffering.Jack d
Jack drives Ashley home after a vital meeting with shareholders of the Hawthorne family business. During the trip, Ashley couldn't help but feel curious."What are your plans next, Jack? The situation in Green Diamond Village is getting worse," she asked, trying to read Jack's expression.Jack smiled and turned to her. "Don't worry, Ash. I have a plan."However, on the way, Ashley received a phone call that sounded a bit confidential. Jack glanced at Ashley's cellphone screen and knew that it was a call from Brandon. Jack couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Even though he knew that he had no right to feel that way, it still bothered him. But he chose to remain silent.“Just pick it up, it's okay,” said Jack.Ashley nodded and then picked up the phone.“Hello, Brandon. Yes, I'm on my way home. Oh no, you're not bothering me, but I'll call you back later,” Ashley said, quickly ending the phone call.Jack was just silent because his suspicions were right, Brandon really liked Ashley.
As the smoke began to dissipate, revealing the chaos of the decimated lab, Jack's enhanced vision honed in on Patrick, a formidable figure even in his wounded state. Blood trickled down Patrick's forehead, mixing with the grim determination and seething anger in his eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps, a testament to the intensity of their struggle."You think you can defeat me like this?" Patrick's voice reverberated through the chamber, his words dripping with contempt as he advanced towards Jack. "I won't let you win, Jack!"With a sudden burst of speed, Patrick lunged forward, his armored form hurtling towards Jack with frightening velocity. Jack barely had time to react, his instincts kicking in as he braced himself for the impact.The clash was thunderous, the force of Patrick's charge slamming into Jack like a battering ram. They grappled fiercely, each trying to gain the upper hand in the brutal melee. Jack's muscles strained against the weight of Patrick's armor, his mind r
Jack's situation was dire. He lay on the cold floor, pain radiating through his body, Ashley's bloodied form just out of reach. His vision blurred and darkened at the edges, but he wasn't ready to give up. He knew he had one last trick up his sleeve.With a barely noticeable movement, he activated the communication implant Jill had embedded in his arm. It was a last-resort device, meant for emergencies only. Jack whispered urgently, his voice barely a breath, "Jill, now!"Even though it looked like he was talking to himself, he knew Jill was listening. His eyes briefly met Patrick's smug gaze before he summoned all his remaining strength. With a sudden, almost inhuman burst of energy, Jack leaped high into the air, his body propelled by the advanced tech Jill had provided.He soared upwards, smashing through the ceiling and creating a gaping hole. Dust and debris rained down as the astonished guards and Patrick stared up, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. The room fell s
Patrick, sensing a slight tremor of control slipping from his grasp, attempted to regain his dominance with a sneer. "You think you're clever, don't you, Jack?" he jeered, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls of the lair. "But you're just bluffing. We both know what happened the last time you tried to fight alone. You lost, and you lost badly. Look around you. My men guard every corner of this place with the highest vigilance. There's no help coming from Jill or anyone else. You think you can fool me? I anticipated your move, and I've made sure it won't happen."Jack's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Patrick with a steely glare. "You talk too much, Patrick," he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His confidence was unwavering, a stark contrast to the villain's bluster.Without another word, Jack launched himself into action with a burst of explosive energy. His movements were a blur, honed by years of training and battle-hardened experience. He b
As Jack's cries of anguish reverberated through the glass chamber, something within him snapped. A surge of adrenaline and sheer willpower coursed through his veins. His eyes, still wet with tears, hardened with a new determination. He strained against the metal restraints with every ounce of strength he possessed, the cords of his muscles standing out in stark relief against his skin.The glass walls seemed to close in on him, but Jack refused to accept defeat. With a roar of pure rage, he wrenched his arm free from one of the metal bindings, the steel groaning under the force of his fury. The other restraints seemed to tighten in response, but Jack was beyond pain now. He tore at the remaining bonds, his breath coming in ragged gasps.The guards outside the chamber stared in shock, their initial disbelief giving way to alarm. The sight of Jack breaking free sent a wave of panic through them."What's happening?" one of the guards shouted, his voice tinged with fear.Patrick's smug ex
Jack watched intently as the guards began to unfasten the restraints binding Ashley to the chair. Every movement seemed to drag in slow motion, his heart hammering in his chest. Despite her weakened state, Ashley managed to shake her head weakly, her voice a mere whisper, carrying the weight of her desperation. "No, Jack," she pleaded, her eyes wide and glistening with tears. "Please, just go. Leave me."Jack’s determination was unshakeable. He shook his head firmly, his jaw set in a hard line. "Ashley, you have to go now," he insisted, his voice steady and resolute, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade. He knew there was no other option if she were to have any chance at freedom.Ashley remained in the iron grip of the guards, her strength all but spent. Her eyes, though filled with despair, still bore into Jack’s with a silent plea, a plea he could not heed. She understood the depth of his resolve but felt the crushing weight of helplessness. Her body slumped slightly as
As Jack was escorted further into the heart of The Golden Apple's new stronghold, the dimly lit corridors seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with their oppressive atmosphere. The guards flanked him on either side, their eyes boring into him with a mixture of suspicion and contempt.Patrick stood at the end of the hallway, his presence commanding and his demeanor oozing with arrogance. His arms were crossed over his chest, and a smug smirk played at the corners of his lips as Jack was brought before him."Well, well, if it isn't our obedient little errand boy," Patrick sneered, his voice laced with disdain as he regarded Jack. "Coming here unarmed, all for the sake of the traitor who betrayed you. How noble of you, Jack."Jack's fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to contain his rising anger. He knew Patrick was trying to provoke him, but he refused to take the bait. Instead, he focused on the urgency of the situation at hand."Wher
As Ashley teetered on the brink of consciousness, her senses dulled by the relentless onslaught of pain and exhaustion, she felt as though she were adrift in a sea of torment. Every breath was a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the ordeal she had endured. Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the bruises that marred her skin and the ache that permeated every fiber of her being.The dim light in the room seemed to flicker and dance before her eyes, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls like specters of her own despair. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that clung to her like a suffocating shroud.The henchman of Patrick's approached with an air of calculated menace, his footsteps echoing ominously in the dimly lit room. Ashley strained to lift her head, her muscles protesting against the effort as she braced herself for whatever news he bore.With a glance over his shoulder to ensure they were alone, t
Jack's heart skipped a beat as his phone vibrated, signaling an incoming message. With a sense of urgency, he glanced at the screen, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. It was a video, sent from an unknown number, and as Jack tapped to play it, his blood ran cold.The video opened to a chilling scene. A dimly lit room filled the screen, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the frame sat a wooden chair, its surface worn and weathered, and bound to it was Ashley. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and defiance.“Ashley?” Jack breathed, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.“What? What happened?” Jill's voice crackled with concern, her eyes widening as she leaned in closer to see the screen of Jack's phone.For a moment, Jack's mind reeled in disbelief. It took several seconds for the reality of the situation to sink in—that the woman in the vi
The soft hum of machinery filled the air as Jack slowly emerged from his slumber, the gentle rhythm of Jill's movements resonating in the laboratory. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he turned his gaze towards Jill, who was already engrossed in her work, her movements fluid and purposeful."Rise and shine, sleepyhead. It's time for you to join the land of the living," Jill greeted him with a playful smirk, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I need your help with some brainstorming."Jack yawned and stretched, feeling the weight of the impending tasks settling upon him like a heavy cloak. "What's the plan?" he asked, his voice still tinged with drowsiness as he sat up and gave Jill his full attention.Jill's eyes gleamed with determination as she launched into an explanation of the necessity for a tracker device that could evade detection by their adversaries. "Jack, we need a failsafe in case things go south. We can't risk you getting caught or lost in the chaos," she began,