With a crazed look in his eyes, Leon lunged at Chase, his fists clenched tightly. The atmosphere in the penthouse office turned tense as Jada watched, her heart pounding in her chest. Watching Leon fold his fists as he approached, Chase remained calm, his eyes narrowing. In one fluid motion, he stepped back, dodging Leon's hand as his fist passed his face by an inch. Before Leon could follow up with another hit, Chase launched a right hook that caught Leon in the jaw.Blood spurted from Leon's mouth as he stumbled backward, landing on his ass. He spit out a toothpick and wiped a small amount of blood from the corner of his mouth before glaring up at Chase.Rage burned in Leon's eyes. With a snarl and another burst of energy, he leaped to his feet, hands balled into tight fists. Not hesitating, he rushed forward once again, swinging wildly. But Chase wasn't fazed. In a blink, Chase was behind Leon, catching his arms around Leon's neck and dragging him toward the desk.Fear glowed in
After sitting on the ground for a long time, Leon slowly rose to his feet, his body aching from the intense confrontation that had just unfolded. Blood trickled from his nose, staining his shirt as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, his trembling fingers struggling to dial a number. "Did you see Chase's car leave?" Leon asked, a sinister undertone lacing each word. The male voice on the other end of the call hesitated for a moment before responding, "Not too long ago. Their car seemed to be heading towards Opt Street. Is something wrong, boss?... What happened in there?"" For a moment, Leon held his tongue, thinking things through. Then he smirked despite the agony in his battered body. "A little disagreement," he replied. "Listen carefully. I need you and the others. We have a job to do." The male voice on the other end, filled with dread, inquired, "What kind of job?... The men are already with me..." A smirk formed on Leon's lips, a twisted satisfaction co
As Chase stood before all ten men, their sinister presence filling the narrow alleyway, Chase's knuckles tightened into fists. The raw anger surged through his veins, sending a ripple of adrenaline coursing through his body. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. The flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on his face, highlighting the rage etched across his features. Each man exuded an aura of danger and ruthlessness, their scars and tattoos speaking volumes about their violent pasts. From Chase's previous lifestyle, he knew that these were not ordinary criminals. They were hardened, seasoned, and desperate. But he was not one to back down easily, especially when it came to protecting the woman he loved. A twisted smile curled across the face of the man who had spoken earlier, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "We see you have come to your senses," he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. The others joined in, their chorus of l
Frustrated that Chase was becoming a nuisance to the plan, three men attacked, rushing to him from each side. But Chase dodged the first attacker and managed to punch him, forcing him backward into the other men. He then twisted, slapping another dude's blow away from him. But the second fella managed to grab Chase around the throat, choking him. With a struggle, Chase kicked his leg out, connecting with the man's groin. Then he slammed the stone into his nose, shattering it before going for the other guy, swinging the rock for his head, knocking the daylight out of him. One of the attackers swung at Chase's arm, missing entirely. But his second punch landed next to Chase's ear, the sound ringing loudly in his eardrum. But before he could strike again, Chase used the rock to bash into the back of his head, rendering him unconscious. The other two attackers pounced on Chase, their heavy steps crushing the gravel under their feet. As Chase struggled to throw them off, the one hold
Standing in the doorway, a frown crossed Jacob's face as he lashed out at Jada. "He just healed, and you dare to stress his body like this?" His voice was concerned and frustrated as he stepped closer, his eyes piercing hers. "Shut up, and get out," Chase's voice cut through the tension in the room, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his assistant. Silence settled between Jacob and Chase, the tension thick in the air as their eyes locked, and Jacob's clenched fist trembled, his anger evident in his tightened jaw and furrowed brow. "But master, Dr. Asher said that you got hurt pretty badly-" Jacob began, his voice filled with worry. One look from Chase interrupted him as his words cut through the atmosphere with authority. "I heard what Asher said, so there's no need to relay it. I appreciate your concern for me, but watch your tone and words the next time you speak to her. Got it?" Looking away from him, Jacob's eyes widened in surprise at Chase's firmness, his gaze flickering b
The moment Emily ended the call with Leon, she was in the process of dialing the numbers to reschedule the crucial board meeting when she noticed a figure she knew all too well approaching her. Her grip on the phone tightened, and she glanced at the screen, her fingers hovering over the call button, momentarily hesitant. "Mr. Clark," she greeted him with a forced smile, trying to conceal her unease. "Good afternoon, Mr. Clark. What brings you here?" When he reached her desk, Mr. Clark's sharp gaze bore into Emily's eyes, his expression unreadable. He wasted no time in cutting to the chase, "Emily, I have heard rumors circulating that Jada has returned to the office. Is it true?" Remembering Leon's warnings, Emily's heart skipped a beat, and her voice wavered slightly as she replied, "Well, I'm not sure, Mr. Clark. I have been quite occupied with some other matters, and I think it would be best if you got your information from someone else. I have a lot of work to do..." But Mr. Cla
The longer Jada lay in Chase's arms, the more her body stiffened, as if a taut wire had been pulled tight within her. Her muscles tensed, betraying her unease, and Chase couldn't help but notice the slight change. He shifted his gaze downward, meeting her fluttering lashes with concern etched across his features. "Can you relax?" Chase said, his voice laced with gentle humor, attempting to break the thick tension that had settled between them. His attempt at silliness was met with widened eyes from Jada, her pupils dilating like a startled deer caught in the piercing gaze of a predator. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to flee, to escape the unfamiliar territory of vulnerability that Chase had unknowingly ushered her into because it was giving her feelings that she didn't know if he was in the position for. As if sensing her internal struggle, Chase's grip on her tightened ever so slightly. A fleeting smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she whispered, "Ain't you
Even though Jada frowned, she didn't want to argue with Chase. So she took his hand, intertwining their fingers, and they left the room together. When they finally reached the vast yard, Chase commanded the guard standing by the gate, "Open up." The gate automatically pulled open, revealing a man standing on the other side, and then he hurried inside. He appeared nervous, his hands fidgeting as he anxiously glanced at Jada. Sensing his unease, Jada stepped back slightly, seeking solace behind Chase's protective stance. "Who are you?" Jada asked, her eyes tinged with both caution and curiosity. The man glared at the bodyguard and then took a deep breath, gathering his composure. "I am Mr. Clark," he replied, his voice laced with respect and sadness. "I was your late father's trusted advisor, and yours... at least, before the incident." With a side-eye at Chase, Jada's brows furrowed, and she mumbled, "Before the incident?" Watching the confusion in her expression, Mr. Clark's e