The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

135: The Former Owner

The night was cloaked in an ominous shroud as Jacob Brown strode through the dimly lit streets, his eyes blazing with an intensity that bordered on madness.

It had been three long months since the ring had slipped through his fingers, vanishing and leaving him bereft of its dark power.

But Jacob was not one to accept defeat lightly, especially when it came to something as precious as the mysterious artifact that had brought him untold wealth and power.

With his vast resources at his disposal, Jacob spared no expense in his relentless pursuit of the lost ring.

His men, loyal and ruthless to a fault, prowled the streets like predators, hunting down anyone who bore even a passing resemblance to a ring-wearer.

To Jacob, everyone was a suspect, and he would stop at nothing to reclaim what was rightfully his.

"Find me that ring," Jacob barked, his voice laced with venom as he addressed his men. "I want it back, no matter the cost."

His men nodded grimly, their faces twisted into grim ma