Looking at Heather White's lifeless body, Mandy actually cursed under her breath, "Damn old fool, spoiling my plans again. The daughter-in-law I spent years grooming died for nothing.""And that boy...after so many years, to actually have grown so capable, thwarting my meticulous schemes and costing me a daughter-in-law, yet I've gained nothing on him. Hmph, don't get too complacent just yet..."If these words had reached the ears of some in the Wesley family, they would surely be shocked speechless. She was the true mastermind! Heather White was merely a pawn to her!Delving deeper into this line of thought was frightening - the implications too enormous for anyone to believe.Meanwhile, Jason had already set off on his return journey. Before leaving, Steel had urged him not to come back to Metropolis Central again. He had a persistent feeling this place remained shrouded in darkness, hidden enemies lurking everywhere.But unknown to Steel, Jason was fully aware yet unwilling to exp
"You're looking for him...for what purpose?"Justin Wesley's eyes lit up. So the old man did know Jason! He hastily wiped the blood from his nose and said sinisterly, "I'm his close relative, very close, like family. I have some business with him."Although the slut got away for now, she couldn't escape his grasp. He would go wait at Jason's home to ambush her.He would make Jason suffer for the rest of his life!But as he spoke, Adam Stewart's expression suddenly changed as he reflexively took several steps back, as if witnessing something shocking. Justin Wesley frowned - what was with this old man? A sudden chill crept down his spine.Glancing back, he realized a group of people had appeared at some point, staring coldly at him with expressionless faces."You're Jason's relative? Very close family even?" The leader, a tall man, narrowed his eyes meaningfully. "Then you must be very important to him!"Justin Wesley sized them up impatiently. "Who I am is none of your damn business.
But Christian Cox only sneered coldly. "The Saint's disciple is no ordinary junior. Since he bears that supreme halo, he must also shoulder the pressure. If he can't withstand it, then he's unworthy of the halo - better to strip it away.""In any case, the words have been delivered. We shall meet in half a month atop the Emerald City mountains. I hope the Saint's disciple is no coward!" He gave a mocking laugh and then left with his group.Jason had brought endless humiliation to the Northern Faction. Only blood could wash away this shame. In half a month, it would be his death.Even refusing to fight would brand him a worthless coward, earning the ridicule of all under heaven and humiliating the Saint. It was an impossible predicament.Of course, there was a way out, but that path was virtually impossible. No, it was completely impossible, eternally impossible - and that was Jason defeating Albert. But that could never happen.And so...Jason was doomed to die!The Northern Faction m
With a wave of his hand, Lawrence had Justin Wesley taken away. They had only come because of Jason's orders to protect Susan's safety.They never expected to run into this fool who delivered himself to their door.Truly astounding stupidity. Take him away for now until Mr. Gray returned to decide how to handle this.When night fell, Jason finally returned to Emerald City. Hearing Lawrence had captured someone, he went to check it out.Upon arriving at a basement and seeing Justin Wesley, Jason fell silent, staring intently for a long time before asking dubiously, "Who's this pig head? When did I ever make an enemy of him?"It wasn't that Jason failed to recognize him; it was that the current Justin Wesley was unrecognizable—a wretched sight more pitiful than a beggar. To recognize him would have been an anomaly.Who could have fathomed that this was the esteemed scion of the Wesley family?At that moment, Justin Wesley drifted in and out of consciousness, his eyes swollen from weepin
"Yes...I'll tell you everything, just don't hit me anymore. Anything you want," Justin blubbered gratefully through his tears.Jason signaled Sean to depart, leaving the two alone in the secluded chamber—not to conceal information, but to spare Sean from knowledge that could prove detrimental.The interrogation commenced, and Justin Wesley displayed an unprecedented eagerness to divulge every detail, unprompted, as if desperate to unburden himself.From childhood to the present, he laid bare every transgression.As Jason listened with impassive mien, his countenance grew increasingly glacial with each revelation, realizing that the old patriarch's favoritism far exceeded his imagining, while his mother's adoration bordered on delirium.For instance, years prior, Justin had once taken a liking to a young lady from an esteemed family, ravishing her through acts of depravity that defied description.Yet when Mandy learned of this, she not only refrained from reprimanding him but delivere
Thus, she seized the first opportunity to rush back to Emerald City. Yet Jason appeared unharmed, his well-being intact."My lady, do I look alright to you? How long must I bear this 'scoundrel' label because of you?" Jason lamented."Um...I'm sorry!" Emily blushed, her guilt intensifying as she met Susan's gaze, at a loss for words.Her previous reluctance to reveal the truth stemmed from a fear of fracturing their cherished bond as confidantes. Could Susan and Billy Sanchez ever truly understand one another, given their disparate stations?But her silence only compounded Susan's turmoil. "You...you're truly the daughter of the Cook family?"Though the evidence seemed irrefutable, Susan struggled to reconcile the carefree Emily with the image of a noble heiress, torn between anticipation, bewilderment, and dread.Beneath Susan's earnest gaze, Emily sighed, nodding in resignation as she acknowledged her lineage."Susan, I'm sorry. My family's arranged marriage...I never wanted it. In
Jason's solemn nod held profound implications. "These assailants have no appreciation for jade. Mr. Flores' most treasured imperial jade has been demolished, rendering it worthless. Mere greed does not appear to be the motive.""What? Then...what could it be? A vendetta? But Mr. Flores never wronged anyone. If anything, he curried favor from many. The ones he disdained most were your Brown family," Old Stewart exclaimed in disbelief.Jason's thoughts turned to Robert Brown, yet the man lacked the audacity for such an act, nor did the Browns have cause to antagonize Mr. Flores.Surveying the devastation, Jason murmured, "If my suspicions prove correct, their target may not have been the most valuable item, but rather something unique—something specific.""But what could Mr. Flores possess to inspire such covetous desires?"From the outset, Jason had discerned signs of torment inflicted upon the elderly man, his gruesome demise igniting a searing fury within him.To subject an old man t
Though bewildered, Susan chose to trust Jason, momentarily at a loss for words. Her cheeks flushed as she softly murmured, "Your bed is made. Get some rest."With those words, she scurried away, her face crimson.Jason blinked in confusion, as if he had misheard, only to discover that his makeshift bedding in the living room had vanished."What...does this mean?"In his bewilderment, Aunt Grace Diaz beamed from afar, her gestures implying the evident—had he truly failed to grasp the implication? His days of sleeping in the living room had ended.In that instant, an indescribable surge of joy and elation washed over Jason. At last, liberation!Could he return to that bed he had briefly savored?Ah, the sumptuous embrace of that plush mattress, he was coming...While a seemingly simple step, it represented a profound stride for Jason—a thawing of tensions with Susan, the dissolution of past grievances.More importantly, it signified Susan's willingness to accept him into her life—a prom