Immortal King

Chapter 34

Just then, Drake made his move on Baldy!

"Heh, interesting," Carry sneered, casually pulling out his phone to send a command. Rapid footsteps were soon heard outside as all of Carry's bodyguards approached.

"I'm always cautious. I never go out without at least twenty bodyguards," Carry said smugly, confident in his impending victory.

"And so?" Jack asked calmly.

"So, you need to bow and apologize to me, and I might consider letting you go," Carry laughed heartily, already picturing Jack begging for mercy at his feet.

"Well, let's see if they can get in here," Jack replied, still calm and unbowed.

"You're courting death! I'll show you what despair looks like!" Carry shouted, then yelled towards the door, "Jerry, bring your men in!" But there was no response from outside.

Feeling something was wrong but still trying to be brave, Carry yelled again, "Jerry, get in here! Are you deaf?!"

"Creak..." The door to the private room opened. Carry's face barely had time to form a smile before it was replaced by pure terror.

His most formidable bodyguard, Jerry, stumbled in, his face covered in blood, and gasped out, "Mr. Shaw, run..."

'Run? Where to?'

Carry was stunned, and the others in the room were equally terrified, huddling in the corners. Then, a young man walked in, stepping over Jerry's body, and respectfully stood behind Jack. It was Simon.

Carry's well-trained twenty-man bodyguard team, formidable even on a battlefield, had been easily taken down by Simon, the brother of General Edwin.

"The contract is here. Sign it, and you can leave," Jack said, taking the project transfer contract from Drake and placing it on the dining table.

Carry could not accept such humiliation and said, "No way! If you want to kill me, go ahead!" As soon as he finished speaking, "Smack!" Drake moved swiftly, slapping Carry so hard he crashed into the wall, his face bloodied.

"My patience is limited. Don't gamble with your life," Jack said with a cold smile. He wouldn't kill anyone from the Shaw family outright; that would be too lenient for those who had tormented Cindy.

Carry felt extremely humiliated. From childhood to adulthood, he had never experienced such humiliation. But he knew he was no match for Jack now. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll sign!" He took the contract, saw that all the conditions were already set, and realized Jack had come well-prepared. Filled with rage, Carry signed the contract.

Jack took the contract and left.

"Mr. Shaw, are you okay?" Baldy quickly crawled over to Carry Shaw.

Furious, Carry slapped Baldy hard, shouting, "You useless fool! You played dead on the floor just now, and now you're asking if I'm okay. Are you mocking me?" Baldy shielded his head, not daring to resist.

After venting his anger, Carry, panting, sat back down and said, "Baldy, don't you have a bunch of thugs?"

"Yes, they are all local gangsters," Baldy replied, wiping the blood from his face.

"Good, keep an eye on that slum area. Whoever tries to start the redevelopment, you must cause trouble and drive them away!" Carry sneered.

His plan was clear. Although Jack had taken the slum redevelopment project, starting the work would not be easy. Baldy, being a well-known figure in Wyndcrest's underworld, could easily organize small-time thugs to disrupt and obstruct the construction.

The next morning, Jack headed to Emily's house with the contract, only to find a brand-new Rolls-Royce parked outside. Frowning, he quickly entered.

Inside the Foster family villa, the atmosphere was cheerful. A handsome young man was chatting with Frank and Nancy.

"Jack, who let you in here? Get out right now!" Nancy shouted as soon as she saw him.

Jack ignored her harsh tone and said calmly, "I'm here to see Emily."

"You still have the nerve to look for Emily? Let me tell you, from now on, you have nothing to do with her. Don't come looking for her again!" Nancy said coldly.

Jack frowned but hadn't yet spoken when the young man stood up, "This must be Emily's ex-boyfriend, right?"

"Ex-boyfriend? He's just a scoundrel who's been pestering us!" Nancy said with disdain. "Mr. Johnson, don't mind him. Emily never liked him. It's just that he's been deluding himself."

"Mom, stop talking nonsense!" Suddenly, Emily appeared at the top of the stairs. She happily ran to Jack and said, "Jack, let's go out later. I don't want to stay here." Seeing this, Nancy and the young man both turned sour.

Frank said, "Emily, how can you be so rude? Don't you see we have a guest?"

"He's your guest, not mine," Emily replied coldly.

"What did you say, you ungrateful girl!" Nancy shouted, raising her hand to slap Emily.

Frank quickly intervened, "Enough, Mr. Johnson is still here!"

Nancy reluctantly calmed down and said to the man on the sofa, "Mr. Johnson, please don't mind. Emily is just..."

"It's alright," Park Johnson said with a gentlemanly smile. "It just shows that Emily values her feelings. It's normal for her to be attached to her ex, but she will eventually understand that the right match is the best."

"No matter how right you are, it won't be you," Emily said, clearly displeased. She had someone she loved and felt no affection for him.

Her parents, however, thought Park was perfect: young, rich, and handsome. Most importantly, he owned a company and was quite famous in Wyndcrest. They wanted her to marry Park to save Joyland Realty.

"Since you're here, why not sit for a while?" Frank suggested to Jack. Jack didn't refuse and sat down, intending to hand over the slum redevelopment project contract to Emily. He hadn't expected to meet another suitor for Emily, similar to the previous one, George Yates, whose grave was now overgrown with weeds.

"Hello, Mr. Steele, I'm Park Johnson. It's nice to meet you," Park greeted warmly. "Since we're all here, let's be direct. I like Emily, and I can offer her and her family significant support. If you truly love her, for her sake, you should leave her life and let her be with me."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense at his words. Nancy discreetly gave Park a thumbs up, admiring his directness and forthrightness.

Jack looked at him, "Are you talking to me?"

"Besides you, who else is there to compete fairly for Emily?" Park said with a smile.

"Fair competition?" Jack sneered, "Emily is already my wife. What competition is there? I can kiss her, hold her, and have her. Can you? You're just a stranger. To talk about fair competition with me, who do you think you are?"

Jack stared at Park and said sternly, "I've warned a man named Yates before; no one can have designs on my woman. He didn't believe me, and he died miserably."

"Now, I'm giving you the same warning. Who do you think you are to want my woman?"

With these words, the atmosphere in the living room grew extremely tense.