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At that moment the sound of chairs scraping and low murmurs filled the room as people began to lose interest, preparing to leave. The laughter and jeers had died down, leaving an air of dismissal hanging heavily over Jason. Even Camila, who had tried to remain neutral, looked as though she was about to say something to pull Jason away. Her grandfather had already risen from his seat, signaling the end of the spectacle.But just as the first few attendees turned their backs, a faint shimmer appeared on the ring’s surface.“Wait,” someone whispered, halting mid-step.The shimmer grew, faint lines starting to form beneath the glow of the blue light. At first, they seemed like scratches or imperfections, but then they began to take shape—five distinct markings, each more vivid than the last, emerging one by one. The room froze as the lines sharpened, becoming the unmistakable symbols of the five animals associated with King Matais.At that moment a collective gasp swept through the audi
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Immediately the room was frozen in awe. Even the most skeptical faces were now etched with disbelief and wonder. At that moment Camila’s grandfather rose from his seat, his eyes wide as he took in the intricate details of the painting. “Impossible,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “That painting was destroyed centuries ago.”Jason removed his hand from the canvas, the glow of the ring fading slightly. He turned to face the crowd, his gaze steady. “The ring doesn’t just hold power—it holds history. Memories. The essence of King Matais himself. No forgery could do this.”At that moment The hall erupted into chaos as soon as the painting fully formed on the canvas. Gasps turned into shouts, and within moments, phones were pulled out, people frantically making calls to gather more funds. Wealthy bidders barked orders to their assistants, demanding immediate access to additional resources. The once skeptical crowd now resembled a frenzy of sharks circling prey, desperate to secure wha
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At that moment Camila’s grandfather’s brows arched slightly as Jason extended the ring to him, his hand steady, his gaze unwavering. The older man was quiet for a moment, his eyes flickering between Jason and the glowing ring inside the glass. The hall had gone silent, every attendee waiting for his response.However a smile began to form on his lips, subtle at first, then broadening into something genuine. This wasn’t the outcome he had expected. He had assumed Jason would guard the ring for personal gain or, at the very least, use it as leverage to secure wealth. But this—this selfless act—was beyond what he had anticipated.At that moment Camila’s grandfather nodded approvingly, his voice carrying a warmth that was rare. “You surprise me, Jason,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “Most men in your position would’ve clung to this ring for their own benefit, but you’ve chosen to place legacy and respect above greed. That shows character.”Jason inclined his head slightly, a
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 134
The air outside was cool, but tension simmered beneath the surface as Camila’s grandfather stepped out of the auction hall, flanked by Jason and Camila. His rejection of the numerous offers—both direct and through business deals—had left a few lingering stares and whispers in their wake. Still, he carried himself with an air of unbothered authority, his expression calm, as though the evening’s events had not just placed a massive target on his back.The drive home began in silence, the hum of the engine serving as the only sound in the confined space of the car. Camila sat beside Jason, her thoughts still swirling with unease. She couldn’t shake the feeling that their peaceful departure was too easy. Jason, ever perceptive, noticed the slight furrow in her brow but didn’t comment. He remained calm, his gaze steady, as though he too was bracing himself for something.The unease proved warranted when their convoy slowed upon reaching a narrow alleyway, one of the shortcuts to their est
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At that moment the alley was silent except for the sound of approaching footsteps. The men in suits spread out, surrounding Jason, Camila, and her grandfather, their movements calculated, confident. Jason’s calm demeanor didn’t waver as he stepped forward, his eyes scanning the group.Camila’s heart pounded as she grabbed her grandfather’s arm, whispering urgently, “Grandfather, please, let’s just give them the ring. This isn’t worth it.”However her grandfather didn’t reply, his focus fixed on Jason. There was something unsettling yet reassuring about the young man’s calmness. He hadn’t faltered, not even as the first attacker lunged at him with a vicious strike.At that moment Jason moved like a shadow—swift, calculated, and precise. He sidestepped the attack, delivering a sharp elbow to the man’s ribs, dropping him to the ground in an instant. Seeing what just happened the others hesitated for only a moment before charging at him all at once.What happened next was a blur of moti
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At that moment Jason crouched in front of the gang boss, his cold gaze piercing through the man’s defiance. “Who sent you?” he asked again, his tone calm but carrying an edge that made the air feel heavier.The gang boss spat blood onto the pavement, smirking through his bruised face. “You can ask me a thousand times, kid,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “You won’t get a word out of me.”Jason’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t rise to the provocation. Instead, he calmly pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Seeing what Jason was doing the boss raised an eyebrow, confused but still cocky. “What now? You gonna call your mommy?” he taunted, chuckling weakly.Jason ignored him, pressing a number and putting the phone to his ear. “Giovanni,” he said evenly, his eyes never leaving the boss’s face. “I need you here. Now.”The boss froze mid-smirk, the name echoing in his mind like a thunderclap. His blood ran cold as realization dawned, but he quick
The Pre-eminent Jason Spectre CHAPTER 137
Summer stepped out of the elevator and into the dimly lit corridor of the hotel’s private suite floor. Her heart raced as she adjusted the strap of her bag, unsure if coming here was the right decision.Then the receptionist had directed her to one of the private rooms, and she now stood in front of the heavy wooden door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly.At that moment the door opened, revealing the boy she had called earlier. He leaned casually against the doorframe, a sly grin on his face as he looked her up and down. “Glad you could make it,” he said, stepping aside to let her in.However Summer hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. The room was spacious and luxurious, filled with the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Around the dining table sat a group of people, some of whom Summer immediately recognized. There were a few guys, including the boy she had called, and a handful of girls—some of whom attended her school but majored in different courses.
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At that moment Jason had just seen Camila’s text pop up on his phone, asking if he would marry her. He stared at it for a moment, his mind clouded with uncertainty.He didn't know what he was going to say to her or how he's going or react, but one thing is sure she won't give it and so doesn't her grandfather.Before he could decide how to respond, his phone vibrated with an incoming call. It was Summer.Without hesitation, he answered, pressing the phone to his ear. “Summer?” he said, his voice calm but curious.What greeted him wasn’t her usual cheerful tone. Instead, muffled sounds of struggling filled his ears. Jason’s expression shifted immediately, his brow furrowing as his grip on the phone tightened. “Summer? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice firmer now.At that moment aman’s voice cut through the noise, low and menacing. “She’s coming with me.”Jason froze, his body stiffening as his mind raced. His expression darkened, his jaw clenching tightly. “Who is this? What are you
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At the Private Dinner TableThe weight of Jason’s words settled over the room like a storm brewing on the horizon.No one spoke for a second—not because they didn’t want to, but because they didn’t know how to respond.Rio Grade Design.That wasn’t just any company.That was the company.A fortress of exclusivity.A place where money, family influence, and powerful connections meant nothing.You either earned your way in—or you were nobody to them.And yet, Jason just said he had connections there.A sharp laugh broke the silence.Dry. Disbelieving.The guy in the navy suit, who had been questioning Jason all night, shook his head.“Do you even hear yourself?” he scoffed, leaning forward.His eyes gleamed with frustration, like he was trying to convince himself Jason was lying.“No one has connections in Rio Grade Design.”A few people nodded, murmuring in agreement.A girl in gold silk folded her arms.“That company doesn’t allow outsiders to pull strings. That’s their whole reputati
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At the Private Dinner TableThe weight of Jason’s words settled over the room like a storm waiting to break.The laughter was gone.The mocking smirks had disappeared.Now, there was only stunned silence.Because if what Jason was saying was true…Then he wasn’t just some random junior.He was someone who had walked into DF Shopping Mall, dropped five million dollars in cash, and walked out with a dress that had been untouched for years.A dress that even the richest among them wouldn’t dare to touch.The murmurs spread.A few people leaned toward each other, whispering.Camila could see it—the doubt, the disbelief, but also… the curiosity.They wanted to challenge him.They wanted to tear the story apart.But the problem was… they couldn’t.Because the rumor was real.Everyone in their world had heard it—that someone had bought the DF symbol dress for five million dollars in cash.And now—Jason was saying it was him.Someone finally broke the silence.A guy in a gray suit, his voice
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At the Private Dinner TableThe air remained thick even after everyone sat back down.Jason could feel it.The way their eyes still lingered on him, waiting, expecting him to slip.Camila’s defense had stopped them—for now.But it hadn’t changed their minds.They still thought he was a fraud.A scammer.And now, they wanted proof.The guy in the navy suit smirked, tapping his finger against the rim of his wine glass.“So, Jason.” His voice was smooth, calculated. “Since you were keeping a low profile, prove it.”A few people nodded in agreement.Some even leaned forward slightly, intrigued.Jason could tell—they weren’t just asking.They were challenging him.Because if he failed to prove himself here, whatever respect he had gained would vanish instantly.Camila crossed her arms, irritation flickering in her gaze.“Seriously?” she scoffed.“You just asked him all these questions, accused him of being a con artist, and now you want proof? What, are we in court?”A few people chuckled
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At the Private Dinner TableThe pressure in the room was thick.Jason was being scrutinized, tested.Camila could feel it—the weight of their stares, the unspoken challenge in their words.They weren’t just curious.They wanted to see him fail.To prove that he was nothing.Her fingers tightened slightly around her fork.Then—she cleared her throat.Loud enough for everyone to hear.“Alright, that’s enough.”Her voice was firm, sharp.The entire table paused.Camila leaned forward slightly, her eyes scanning each of them.“This isn’t an interview for my boyfriend. This is my pre-birthday party.”Her tone hardened.“Why the hell are you all asking him these questions? Are you trying to say I’m lying?”A heavy silence followed.For a moment, no one spoke.Then, someone sighed, shaking their head.“No one’s saying that, Camila. We were just curious.”A few people nodded, pretending to back off.Camila could tell—they weren’t dropping it.They were just changing tactics.And sure enough—
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At the Private Dinner TableThe atmosphere shifted the moment Jason stood up.No hesitation. No nerves. Just pure confidence.Camila's classmates exchanged glances, some amused, some intrigued.“Wait, is he actually serious?” someone murmured.A girl in a wine-colored dress covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “He’s really going to play?”Somebody in a navy suit, the one who had pulled up the video, leaned back in his chair, smirking.“This should be interesting.”Jason didn’t acknowledge any of them.His movements were calm, calculated.He walked toward the sleek, black keyboard that had just been brought in.The hotel staff carefully positioned it, making sure it was properly set up.The air was thick with anticipation.Some expected him to fail.Others just wanted to see what he’d do.Camila, however, was holding her breath.Her thoughts raced.Jason had never played the piano in front of her.He had never even mentioned it.So… was he bluffing?Was this just another act of defian
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Outside the Private SuiteCamila walked up to Jason, her posture poised as always, but there was a slight stiffness in her movements.She exhaled softly before speaking.“Jason, I’m sorry.”Jason tilted his head slightly, his eyes calm and unreadable.“For what?”Camila hesitated for just a fraction of a second before answering.“For not telling you about the pre-birthday party.”Jason let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.“There’s nothing to apologize for.”Camila’s brows furrowed slightly, sensing something off in his tone.Then Jason spoke again, his voice calm, distant.“Our relationship is fake anyway.”Her fingers curled slightly.Something about the way he said it—like it was a fact, like it was obvious—bothered her.Not because he was mistaken.But because lately, she had started to forget that.She had gotten used to him.To having him around.To the way he never tried to impress her, never treated her like she was above him.And yet, here he was—reminding her.Camila to
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Jason leaned back slightly, his expression still unreadable.“Camila didn’t tell me.”Camila’s grandfather exhaled, shaking his head.“Of course, she didn’t,” he muttered. “That girl only thinks about herself sometimes.”Jason remained silent.The old man continued, his tone firmer now.“She left this morning to join her classmates for the pre-birthday party.”Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly.She had already gone ahead without saying a word to him?Camila had always been impulsive, but something about this still felt off.Her grandfather, as if sensing his thoughts, leaned forward.“I want you to be there, Jason.”His voice was not a request.Jason met his gaze. “Why?”The old man exhaled again, this time more slowly. “Last year, when Camila’s classmates held this pre-birthday celebration, everyone came with their boyfriend or girlfriend.”His eyes darkened slightly.“Everyone… except Camila.”Jason said nothing, but he could already see where this was going.“She was the only one ther
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At that moment Jason leaned back slightly, his gaze calm, unwavering.“I’ll pay the amount,” he said smoothly. “But on one condition.”The CEO raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”Jason’s smirk deepened. “You have to announce publicly that someone purchased the dress for thirty million dollars.”At that A beat of silence followed.Then—The woman’s eyes flickered with something unreadable.The room itself felt heavier.For the first time in their conversation, she didn’t respond immediately.Instead, she studied him carefully, as if trying to find a crack in his confidence.Did he really have that kind of money?Did he even flinch at the price?No.He was completely composed.As if thirty million dollars was nothing.Her fingers lightly tapped against her armrest as she exhaled slowly.“…Interesting,” she murmured.Jason didn’t blink. “So? Is it a deal?”The woman was silent for another second—then, surprisingly, she reached out her hand.Jason took it.They shook hands.It wasn’t just an agreem
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At that moment Jason leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, almost amused.“How much are you willing to pay for me to return the dress?”The CEO studied him for a moment, then smirked.“I’ll give you two million dollars.”Jason raised an eyebrow. “Two million?”She nodded. “You’ve already taken all the praise for buying it. Giving you the full amount would be a loss for me.”At that moment Jason exhaled lightly, as if he found the situation ridiculous.Then, he shook his head. “That won’t work for me.”The woman arched a brow. “Oh? And why not?”Jason’s gaze didn’t waver. “Because if people see that the dress is back in the store in less than a day,” he said smoothly, “then I’d be the biggest loser of them all.”His tone was calm, but firm.The CEO’s smirk faltered slightly.Jason continued, his voice dropping just a notch lower. “If you really want the dress back, give me ten million dollars, and I’ll hand it over.”The scene went silent.For a moment, there was nothing but
