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
"The situation is dire; no more words are needed. Saving a life takes precedence." With that curt utterance, Lee swept into the ward.Steel and Mandy stood speechless, their bewilderment tempered by profound relief. With Lee's intervention, Old Wesley's recovery seemed assured.The eminent attending physicians, upon recognizing Lee, could scarcely contain their elation, their tears of gratitude barely restrained. A true savior had arrived!For without Lee's expertise, they would have undoubtedly joined Old Wesley in oblivion—an unthinkable fate, given the Wesley family's formidable stature.It was only after an interminable interval that Lee finally emerged. Steel and Mandy hastened to greet him, their trepidation palpable. "Master, how fares he? Will Old Wesley persevere?""Rest assured, he has been pulled back from the precipice of the abyss. However, a period of unconsciousness awaits. With proper care, his revival is inevitable," Lee reassured them.Mandy exhaled in relief, yet he
Jason, however, remained perplexed, scratching his head as if sensing an incongruity. Had he misspoken? He thought sharing the news of the new drugs would delight Susan.This diverged from his expectations, and not only did she withhold a smile, but cautioned him to remain well-behaved.What mysterious thoughts occupied the feminine mind?Jason's bewilderment deepened, genuinely failing to perceive the intimate undertones. Having secured a shared bed was challenging enough; how could he fathom such passion from the outset? He remained oblivious to the nuances.Meanwhile, Susan's flushed cheeks burned as she faced away, her breathing growing rapid, her heart pounding like a startled fawn. Every stir from behind heightened her trepidation and yearning, coupled with overwhelming shyness.Though three years married, this would be their first time. She felt akin to an enamored young couple."They say the first time is painful. Am I truly ready to give myself to him? After all, I am indebte
Infuriated, Mary Martinez prepared to unleash a torrent of invective, only to meet Jason's icy, threatening glare which seemed to exude an aura of murderous intent. She froze, the rage on her lips swallowed back down her throat. To persist seemed to court grave peril.Yet, unable to resign herself, having reveled in such elation only to gain naught, not a solitary cent - accursed fate! Her gaze, however, chanced upon the subtle intimacies between the pair. As one versed in such matters, comprehension dawned.In that moment, Mary Martinez fell silent, harboring her grievances for but an instant before wordlessly departing."Hm? She...relents?" The bewildered pair exchanged glances.Seldom did Mary Martinez concede so readily within their home; in times past, she would raise interminable tumult.Regardless of her motivations, her absence cleared the path. Jason cleared his throat, his ardor undampened, meeting Susan's brilliant azure eyes with a smoldering gaze, as if two searing flame
He believed in Lawrence's capabilities, for though unfamiliar with Joseph Rogers' prowess, sans underhanded tactics, a direct duel favored not the challenger. The true crucible lay in the unmasking of their respective trump cards...Amidst the thunderous challenge, a towering silhouette ascended the arena. This figure, lean and sharp-eyed, regarded the familiar Lawrence with a sinister sneer. "I never imagined you would live to see this day of retribution.""Yet it has been five years. Such trivialities should have faded into the past, Mr. Lawrence. No need for this endless fixation." "If you desire reconciliation, we could jointly reign over Emerald City!"Lawrence's rage smoldered at the dismissive tone, murderous intent roiling within as he faced the reappearance of Joseph Rogers after half a decade's absence. How could that callous remark of "five years" encapsulate the suffering endured, the prime of Natalie's life confined to a wheelchair through no fault of her own? An unforg
Jason's gaze sharpened as the mocking voice's owner emerged from the shadows - a mysterious figure garbed in white, his demeanor radiating haughty contempt for all beneath his regal bearing."And you are?" Jason arched a brow, sensing the undisguised murderous intent directed solely towards him."Wayne Howard - commit that name to your nightmares, for it shall become your eternal tormentor. Truth be told, you have piqued my curiosity. But who could foresee your foolish trespass against those you ought never cross? Pity - your existence cannot be suffered to linger."Yet as his gaze fell upon the fractured jade pendant adorning Jason's neck, the white-robed figure's sneer froze, his countenance shifting as realization blossomed. "How did you come by that artifact?"After such frenzied efforts the previous night, to encounter it here by sheer happenstance - the universe's paths proved indeed inscrutable! An unmistakable match to the photograph, this was no mere coincidence."You refer
Yet who could have foreseen enraging the formidable 'King' himself, that Lawrence would prove a mere subordinate under his dominion?Accursed folly - if only he could strangle the life from Joseph Rogers tenfold over!Within the arena, the combatants' furious roars intermingled with the clamor of clashing bodies and visceral sprays of sweat and blood. Yet Joseph Rogers' evident inferiority drove his desperate offensive as furtive glances scanned the viewing platforms.Where was the signal from the venerable Mr. Howard?Today's spectacle served to bait ulterior players, luring Lawrence's ruinous resurgence that they might crush all adversaries underfoot. Yet Joseph Rogers could never have fathomed the extent of his reverence toward the prostrated Wayne Howard, that same 'Mr. Howard' now beseeching Jason to stay his noble hand and spare his life.To witness such a sight would surely inflict mortal terror.Jason's glacial stare met Wayne Howard's abject pleadings. Under ordinary circums