"I’ve been in this ga long before half of you were even taken seriously," Jas said, standing up straight. "So let remind you who I am. I’m still Jas. The Jas that people used to line up just to shake hands with. The Jas that every dia outlet wanted to interview. The Jas that every top brand wanted to associate with."
Again he stepped forward, his voice rising slightly, filled with pride.
"I’m still the hot cake. I’m still the man everyone wants to mingle with. I haven’t changed."
He pointed toward the door.
"So if the Victors want to delay the announcent of my contract, fine. Let them delay it. It’s just a matter of ti."
Then he turned his eyes back on all of them, his expression cold and confident.
"But don’t you ever forget who you’re talking to. And don’t ever try to cross ."
At that mont, the entire room fell into a heavy silence. The air was thick with disbelief. No one could believe what they had just witnessed Jas, the sa Jas they had called to the eting with the hope of finding clarity and unity, had just spat in their faces with arrogance and walked out like he owned the world.
They stood still, their eyes following the swinging door as it slowly creaked shut behind him.
The man who had called Jas earlier for the eting was the first to react. His chest rose and fell heavily with fury. "He just crossed the line," he muttered, his voice low but dangerous. "That bastard just crossed the damn line."
Then he raised his voice sharply, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Jas better start watching his back. I swear on everything, I will co for him."
Imdiately, others who had kept quiet during Jas’s monologue began to find their voice. One after another, their frustrations poured out like a broken dam.
"Yes! We’ll all co for him!"
"He thinks he’s untouchable?! Let’s see how long that lasts."
"If we don’t teach Jas a lesson, then we’re the fools."
They spoke over one another, their anger boiling to the surface now that Jas was no longer present. Chairs were dragged back. Hands gestured wildly. But amid all the fury, one of the older n calr and more calculating raised his hand to silence them.
"Enough."
Imdiately they all turned toward him, breathing hard.
He spoke slowly, with a voice that carried weight. "Didn’t you hear what Jas said before?"
At that mont soone said.
"What about it?" soone snapped.
"He ntioned soone... soone important. His ex-wife."
The room went quiet again.
"Cora," the man said firmly. "Think about it. What if she’s the one behind all this?"
One of them blinked, then nodded slowly. "You an... the humiliation at the ceremony, the blacklist, the Victor pulling the plug on all our deals... it could be her?"
"It makes sense," another chid in. "If she’s close to the Victor or soone above them, she could’ve easily whispered the right words into the right ears."
"And if that’s the case," said the first man who had spoken, "then Jas might not even be the main problem here. He might just be the fool who triggered her wrath."
There was a long pause. Then soone added, "We should find her. Imdiately. If she’s the reason, then maybe just maybe we can fix this before it gets worse."
"Exactly," said another. "There’s no harm in trying."
"Let’s move. We don’t have ti to waste."
At that mont, when the Victor had finally wrapped up their latest operation and the air of tension was finally settling, Williams’ father leaned back in his gold-frad armchair, his face beaming with rare pride. The atmosphere in the luxurious private lounge at the Victor estate was quiet, save for the faint clinking of crystal glasses and the distant hum of the estate’s central cooling system. He turned toward William, his eldest son, and gave a slow nod of satisfaction.
"Well done, William," he said, voice deep and deliberate. "The way you handled that entire situation... flawless. Ruthless, yet clean. You made them tremble without even lifting a finger."
At that mont William gave a small nod, not out of arrogance, but with the calm confidence of soone who had planned every move like a ga of chess. "Thank you, Father."
His father stood and walked toward the glass wall overlooking the city skyline. "Now that that woman Cora has successfully divorced that fool, the doors have opened. Do you realize what that ans?"
William stood silent, listening.
"It ans we no longer have any barrier," his father continued. "Getting her into this family isn’t just a personal win it’s legacy. It’s history. It’s the greatest move we could ever make."
He turned around, his face serious now.
"If we get Cora, we don’t just gain a woman. We gain the world’s attention. We gain a na that carries honor, mystery, and power. People will talk. People will respect us even more. It will take you to number one number one in the world."
Upon hearing his father words William’s gaze hardened with ambition as he stepped forward. "I understand, Father. And I’ll do it. I’ll make sure she becos my wife. I’ll bring her into this family and make sure the Victor na is stamped across the world louder than it’s ever been."
His father walked over, placing a strong hand on his shoulder. "Good boy," he said with a rare, warm chuckle.
"That’s what I like to hear. Your efforts... I like them."
Then he paused, then let out a soft sigh as he sat back down.
"If only your younger brother, Oliver, could show half the drive you have..." he added, shaking his head. "If he had even a sliver of your spirit, that woman Cora would have never married that fool in the first place."
At that mont he picked up his drink and sipped slowly.
"But now that she’s free again," he said, tone dipping with disappointnt, "Oliver is still there. Still showing no interest. It’s sad, really. Pathetic even."
User Comments
0 comments from readers