Immortal King

Chapter 33

"Shut up!" Jack's voice was icy.

"My son!" Hanks cried out, lunging at Jack in fury. Jack flicked his wrist, and the crop struck Hanks's knee, sending him to the ground with a scream, clutching his knee in pain.

"Jack, you've got some nerve!" Ladyship Foster, eyes red with rage, pounded her dragon-headed cane on the floor. Jack threw the crop aside, his voice cold, "You're too old, so I won't use the crop on you. But this is a warning. If you ever hurt my woman again, I'll make the entire Foster family disappear from Wyndcrest!" He then untied Emily and walked out with her in his arms.

The Foster family's guards were so intimidated by Jack's aura that they could only surround him without daring to make a move. As Jack advanced, they retreated, helplessly watching him leave.

"Useless, all of you!" Bob, despite his mangled mouth, berated the guards.

"Enough, haven't we been embarrassed enough?" Ladyship Foster thumped her cane, her face grim. Bob immediately fell silent.

They had been humiliated by an outsider who fought his way into their home and left unscathed. This was unacceptable for any family.

"From now on, Emily Foster and her family are no longer members of this family!" Ladyship Foster declared angrily. Hanks and the others couldn't hide their joy. This decree essentially cut off Emily's family's lifeline. The promised million-dollar investment in Joyland Realty would not materialize.

Without this funding, Emily had no way to save her nearly bankrupt company.

Meanwhile, Jack carefully treated Emily's wounds and instructed Simon Cooper to drive back to the villa.

"Jack, you were too impulsive tonight," Emily sighed, leaning on Jack's shoulder.

"It's alright. I promised that the Foster family would come begging for your forgiveness. Whatever they decide tonight, they will regret it," Jack said firmly. Emily smiled, feeling reassured to be protected by someone who loved her.

Back at the villa, as soon as they entered, Nancy rushed out with a broom to confront Jack.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Emily hurried to stop her.

"Get out of the way! This troublemaker only brings disaster! I asked him to find you so you wouldn't be bullied, but he dared to lay hands on Grandma. How dare he! Now your grandma has kicked us out of the family, and the promised million-dollar investment is gone. How are we supposed to live?" Nancy shouted, her eyes red with anger. Frank sat on the couch, smoking silently.

Emily gently pushed Jack's arm, signaling him to leave for now. Jack understood and left without hesitation.

Nancy said, "Emily, stop seeing him from tomorrow. Your father and I will find a better man for you. Break up with Jack."

"Mom, why are you saying this again?" Emily protested.

"Enough!" Nancy glared. "I'm your mother, and you will listen to me! If you insist on being with Jack, we will sever our mother-daughter relationship!"

"I…" Emily turned to Frank for support.

Frank sighed, "Listen to your mother, dear. Since Jack returned, we've had nothing but bad luck. First, you were introduced to the Yates family's eldest son, and then the Yates family collapsed. Later, when the Foster family rose again, you were given the worst company. When you finally got a big project, it was snatched by Bob. Now we've been expelled from the family. How is any of this not related to Jack?" Hearing this, Emily fell silent.

Nancy snorted, "I told you all, that guy is a jinx. Every time he steps into our house, we suffer. But you never listen to me!"

Emily remained silent but did not argue with her parents. 'They didn't understand Jack yet but would see his good qualities over time.' With this thought, she felt better and went to her room.

Meanwhile, Jack returned to Eastwoods Hotel. "Sir!" Drake had been waiting for him. He still addressed Jack as 'Sir' when no one else was around.

Jack sat on the couch, resting his eyes, and asked, "Drake, is there a project bigger than the Memorial Park project?"

"Yes," Drake replied after a moment's thought, "but it doesn't belong to us."

"Whose project is it?" Jack opened his eyes.

"It's in the hands of the Shaw family, currently managed by Carry Shaw," Drake reported truthfully.

"Alright, I want that project. Where is Carry now?" Jack smiled and stood up.

"Coincidentally, she's downstairs having dinner with a couple of familiar faces," Drake said with a faint smile.

***

In the most luxurious private room on the eighth floor of Eastwoods Hotel, a handsome young man in luxurious attire was interacting playfully with a young woman. The woman leaned against his shoulder, blushing and moaning suggestively, while the others in the room seemed indifferent as if nothing unusual was happening.

After a muffled groan from the woman, the young man withdrew his hand from under her skirt and pushed her to the ground without a second thought.

"I'm bored with her. Take her out and let the others have fun," the young man said indifferently, wiping his hand on someone's shirt. Two burly bodyguards quickly entered, dragging the woman out despite her struggles and pleas.

At this moment, the young man smiled and said, "Why are you all just standing there? Let's eat, after all, we're here to enjoy the food, right?"

Everyone laughed and began to enjoy the expensive dishes.

"Mr. Shaw, I, Baldy, would like to toast to you. From now on, I am your most loyal soldier. Whoever you want me to take down, I'll do it!" said a bald man as he stood up and raised his glass.

Carry glanced at him, "I remember you. You used to follow Tom Steele. Now that the Steele family is down, you come running to me?"

Baldy chuckled awkwardly, "People always follow the strong. My men and I need to continue living."

"No problem. I have a project coming up that will need people like you to handle some troubles. Stick with me, and I promise you'll live well," Carry said softly. "By the way, have you seen the person who took down the Steele family?"

"I have!" Baldy nodded quickly, a hint of fear on his face.

Carry was about to speak when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside, "Mr. Shaw, I'm the manager of the Eastwoods Hotel lobby. Our hotel's owner wishes to meet you."

The owner of the Eastwoods Hotel? Everyone was surprised. Everyone in Wyndcrest knew that the owner of the Eastwoods Hotel was famously mysterious. Since the hotel's opening, the owner had never appeared in public. Now, they were requesting to meet Carry tonight! This indicated Carry's high status!

Carry's lips curled into a smile, "Let him in." The next second, the door to the private room was pushed open, and several people appeared in everyone's sight.

"It's you?!" Baldy stood up abruptly, eyes wide with shock.

Jack glanced at him, not recognizing him immediately. Drake whispered a few words, and he remembered that this guy had once kidnapped his teacher, Mrs. Wilson.

"Baldy, sit down," Carry scolded and smiled, "This gentleman is the owner of the Eastwoods Hotel. Show some respect."

Baldy broke out in a cold sweat and quickly ran to Carry's side, whispering in his ear. Carry's expression changed drastically as he stared at Jack, "So, you are Jack Steele, the one who destroyed the Steele family?"

"That's right," Jack replied calmly as if he had done something trivial. The people present all displayed expressions of astonishment.

"Mr. Steele, what do you want from me?" Carry Shaw asked coldly, sensing from Jack's demeanor that he was not here for a friendly visit.

Jack replied, "I need something from you. The slum redevelopment project in the northern district of Wyndcrest."

"What did you say?!" Carry suddenly stood up, his eyes burning with anger. The slum redevelopment project in any city was an extremely lucrative endeavor, with profits far exceeding the imagination of ordinary people. Even though the Shaw family was the top family in Wyndcrest, they had spent a massive amount of money to secure this project. As a result, the Memorial Park project was left for the Steele family to pick up.

Now, Jack was asking for this project outright as if he was disregarding the Shaw family entirely.

Suddenly, Carry smiled, "So, Mr. Steele is here to do business. That can be arranged. Please, have a seat. After all, we are all in this to make money. If Mr. Steele can offer a suitable price, there's no reason why the slum redevelopment project can't be transferred." Carry crossed his legs, his eyes gleaming with the shrewdness of a businessman.

To his surprise, Jack smiled back, "You misunderstood. I said I want the project, not buy it."

"What do you mean?" Carry's eyes turned cold. Jack said nothing, just stood there.

Carry snorted angrily, "Baldy, didn't you want to join me? Here's your chance to prove yourself." Baldy was startled and hesitated. He hadn't fought Jack before, but he remembered how Drake had beaten him like a child. Later, before he could even think of revenge, Jack had already brought down the Steele family. These two incidents alone had stripped him of the courage to confront Jack. "What's wrong, are you scared?" Carry's eyes bore into Baldy.

Under the pressure from Carry, Baldy was sweating through his clothes. Realizing he had no way out, he roared and charged at Jack with a raised fist.

"Bang!" A muffled sound echoed. Before anyone could see Jack move, Baldy flew back at an even faster speed, crashing heavily into the wall of the private room.