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Uprising of Ace Winchester Don’t Hurt Him
Ace rushed into the thick smoke, the heat from the blazing fire scorching his skin. The explosion moments ago didn't just shake the entire building, but also sent electrical sparks shooting through the dark hallway, making everything unstable.All around were the creaking sounds, like signs of an imminent collapse. Everything was terrifying!In an instant, Ace glanced back and saw Luther had safely led Quinn away. But that didn't stop him from charging towards the burning room. "Julius, where are you?"His voice choked, as if swallowed by the crumbling space, echoing without any reply.Ace's steps didn't slow down. He knew that if he didn't move fast, Julius would be burned alive in the very prison his own mistakes had created. Ace's heart pounded loudly in his chest, time felt like it was shattering.But deep inside, Lisa's voice echoed like a silent plea. "My father .. please, save my father."The smoke thickened, obscuring his vision, but Ace was used to this feeling. His eyes lock
Uprising of Ace Winchester Well, Welcome The Return
“How dare you…” Richard roared, but as soon as he realized it was Andrea, he immediately swallowed his words, reverting to a respectful attitude. “Miss!”“Get out of here! And remember, Richard, keep your bitch under control. Don’t make me angry!”Andrea spoke with a veiled threat, but everyone understood its meaning. No matter how angry Lisa was, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and walk away. Compared to Andrea, she was nothing.“Andrea…” Before Ace could finish his sentence, she had already pulled him into a tight embrace. He could hear soft sniffles by his ear. Was she… crying?“Wait, what’s going on?” He still didn’t understand what was happening.A moment later, Andrea regained her composure and let go of Ace. She spoke clearly, “I found out about the recent attack. Thankfully, my grandfather is safe.”“That’s it? Well, that’s good. I thought it was something more serious…”She was slightly taken aback by his indifferent attitude. Does he not care?“My grandfather told
Uprising of Ace Winchester If Not, I Will Depose You All
Ace stepped closer to Oliver, his eyes fixed on the older man, unblinking. The entire room was thick with tension as everyone’s gaze followed the two of them.“How do we know you’re the real Ace?” Oliver’s sneer curled his lips, his sharp eyes gleaming with suspicion. His tone was laced with the intention to apply pressure. “A man who vanished for years suddenly reappears… It’s more than a little suspicious.”Ace remained unfazed, staring straight into Oliver’s eyes. “You doubt me? After all these years, you still don’t believe that I’m the only one capable of running My Lady?”Oliver scoffed, stepping closer to Ace, their distance shrinking by the second. “Anyone can fake the identity of a dead man. We need more than fairy tales to rely on.”“A dead man?” Ace chuckled coldly, his voice echoing ominously through the room. “Is that what you think? Let me remind you, Oliver, that it was my signature on the contract that saved you from bankruptcy. Is there anyone here who dares to deny t
Uprising of Ace Winchester The Real Master
Ace stepped into the grand lobby of the My Lady hotel, the luxurious atmosphere surrounding him in stark contrast to the simple life he had lived for many years. He had grown accustomed to staying in the shadows, living a humble existence, far removed from the wealth and power of this world. But now, returning to My Lady, Ace knew he had to confront both his past and present.As he exited the elevator and walked toward the entrance, Ace quickly noticed the stares from people around him. A group gathered near the reception desk, chatting animatedly, but they all went silent the moment they spotted him.A voice suddenly called out from behind, pulling Ace back from his thoughts.“Hey, isn’t that Ace? The broke kid from school?”Ace turned around, locking eyes with a familiar face—though not someone he had ever been particularly close to. It was Jack, someone who had attended the same school as Ace, but they had never really been friends. Standing beside Jack was a group of his friends,
Uprising of Ace Winchester Shadows of Betrayal
Ace stood beside his car, his gaze fixed solemnly on the road ahead. Night had settled over the city, and the glow from the My Lady Hotel cast a faint light on his face, accentuating his already steely expression. Just as he reached for the car door, a voice broke through the silence.“Ace! Wait!”Lisa’s voice was desperate as she hurried up behind him, her breaths coming in short, rapid bursts. Ace turned slowly, his cold eyes meeting hers without a trace of warmth. “What else is there to say, Lisa?” His tone was icy, his demeanor guarded.She hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, her face softened with regret. “I… I know I was wrong, Ace. Please, just… forgive me.” Her voice trembled, her eyes glossy with unshed tears as she looked up at him pleadingly.Ace didn’t flinch. His gaze remained steady, and yet, deep within, an old wound seemed to stir, recalling the bitterness of her betrayal. “Forgive you?” he scoffed, a slight sneer forming at the corner of his mouth. “Do you re
Uprising of Ace Winchester Whispers in the Hell
Ace moved through the hospital’s quiet hallways until he reached the door of Mr. Quinn’s room. Inside, the ambient hum of medical machinery filled the air, an almost rhythmic accompaniment to the steady rise and fall of the elder's chest as he rested. Ace’s expression softened slightly as he entered, but his posture remained guarded.“Mr. Quinn,” Ace greeted in a low, respectful tone. The man on the bed stirred, turning to look at him, his eyes warming with recognition and a hint of relief.“Ace…” Mr. Quinn murmured, his voice rasping with the effort to speak. “I didn’t think... you’d come.”“I came to ensure everything is under control,” Ace replied, his voice measured and calm, masking the underlying worry that only he could detect. The world saw Quinn as a powerful, almost untouchable figure, but to Ace, he was a leader worthy of respect—a figure who had shaped and guided the world around him.As they exchanged a few more words, the door opened, and Andrea walked in, her face light
Uprising of Ace Winchester The Price to Pay
Richard Conner sat in the stifling confines of the interim principal’s office, the crumpled expulsion letter trembling in his hand. His leg bounced furiously, barely containing the rage bubbling beneath the surface. The conversation replayed endlessly in his head, each word striking against his fragile ego."Effective immediately, you are no longer a student at this institution…"The reason? Vague. The phrasing? Cloaked in administrative ambiguity. The underlying message? Crystal clear. He was done. Finished. And no one could—or would—offer him an explanation. The interim principal’s curt, dismissive tone echoed in his ears, leaving no room for negotiation, no avenue for appeal.“Damn it!” Richard growled under his breath, shoving the letter into his pocket as he stormed out of the office. Students loitering in the hallway instinctively parted, their whispers following him like an annoying swarm of gnats.His mind spun with chaos—a storm of anger, humiliation, and panic. Expulsion was
Uprising of Ace Winchester A Humbling Exchange
The sun beat down on the rugged terrain, its golden light reflecting off jagged rocks and uneven ground. Ace stood silently at the edge of a ridge, his sharp eyes scanning the landscape below. His posture was calm but commanding, a stark contrast to the environment’s chaotic topography. Beside him, Andrea Thorn reviewed a map on her tablet, her movements precise and purposeful.“This section here,” Andrea said, pointing to a particularly steep incline. “It’s unstable. Reinforcements won’t be enough if we’re aiming for sustainability.”Ace crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. “Rerouting the flow through the lower ridge might work,” he replied. His voice was measured, each word deliberate. “But it’ll cost us time. Is it worth it?”Andrea glanced at him, her expression neutral. “If you’re willing to sacrifice time for structural integrity, yes.”Ace didn’t respond immediately, his attention pulled toward a faint sound in the distance—a car engine, growing louder by the second. Hi
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