Legitimate Heir Of The Hunt Family

Plans In Motion

Jamie staggered back as a powerful blow struck his face, sending him sprawling to the ground. He clutched his throbbing cheek with both hands, his mind reeling with confusion.

He hadn't even seen Jeffrey's hand coming, and the others stood around in stunned silence, equally bewildered. Those who had their phones out whispered promises to review the video, determined to replay the scene and uncover what had transpired.

"You brought that on yourself," Jeffrey sighed, turning to walk away. But before he could take three steps, he was shoved to the ground from behind. Jamie, consumed by anger, lunged at him and tackled him to the floor.

They collided with a thud, and before Jeffrey could react, Jamie was on top of him, seizing the moment with ferocity.

Jeffrey reacted swiftly, throwing a blow. The force of the punch sent Jamie's head whipping to the side, a sharp cry escaping his lips as pain surged through him. Before he could regain his footing, Jeffrey swiftly maneuvered, flipping Jamie off and positioning himself on top of him. The shift in momentum was palpable, as Jeffrey now held the upper hand.

"Jeffrey! Stop!" Emilia's voice echoed desperately, her words lost in the chaos as she pleaded for Jeffrey to halt the violence. But he remained oblivious to her, his focus solely on Jamie as if she were a mere background noise.

Just as Jeffrey raised his hand to deliver another brutal blow, a piercing whistle cut through the chaos, drowning out every other sound in the room. It was a whistle that everyone within the university had heard at least once, a signal that heralded the arrival of a new and frightening presence.

Turning toward the source of the whistle, everyone's eyes fell upon a petite lady clad in a black uniform adorned with red patches. Her black amethyst eyes bore into the onlookers with a chilling intensity, while her fiery red hair added a touch of severity to her demeanor.

Behind her stood four men, each towering over her in size. They, too, wore black uniforms with white patches, exuding an air of unwavering loyalty and readiness to follow the lady's lead, no matter the cost.

Everyone froze under the intense gaze of the lady, including Jeffrey. Without a word, he gingerly rose from Jamie's body and straightened his clothes, creating enough space for Jamie to also stand up.

The lady's piercing gaze lingered on both of them as she addressed the rest of the onlookers with her soft yet commanding voice. "You should all go back to whatever it is you were doing," she instructed, her words leaving no room for argument.

At her command, the whole crowd dispersed, but she spared them no glance. Her eyes remained fixed on the two students, treating them like the only objects of importance in the room.

Jamie's face contorted with fury as he shot a glare at Jeffrey from the side, but Jeffrey paid him no mind, aggravating Jamie further. With a frustrated huff, Jamie opened his mouth to report.

"We'll hear your stories when we get to the correction center," the lady announced firmly, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade.

Jamie's face was a mess of bruises and swelling, his features distorted with pain. When the lady asked if they understood her, Jamie could barely manage a nod. His eyes were half-closed, the world around him a hazy blur of colors and shapes, as if he were looking through frosted glass.

It was no wonder that when it was time to leave, Jamie's first step became his last.

Thud!

Jamie crashed to the ground, his body giving out as unconsciousness enveloped him. The relentless barrage of blows from Jeffrey had taken its toll, leaving Jamie unable to stay on his feet any longer.

Without delay, one of the men behind the lady stepped forward and scooped Jamie up, cradling him in his arms like a prince. Seconds later, all seven of them were on their way to the university's correction center.

Upon arrival, Jamie was swiftly taken to the emergency room within the correction center. Fortunately, it turned out that his condition wasn't as serious as initially feared.

In just three hours, Jamie was awake. Beside his bed stood a figure as handsome as him, possessing the same features and physique. The only notable difference between Jamie and the figure was the obvious age gap.

"Dad? Why are you in school?" Jamie was stunned to see his father, but nevertheless, he was happy. Happy to have such a father by his side.

The man studied his son for a long moment before finally speaking. "The school called. Said you passed out after a fight with another kid."

Jamie's father paused, his eyes fixed on his son as he watched the expression on Jamie's face shift into a deep frown at the mention of the fight. "Who was it? Who did this to you?" They refused to disclose his identity, saying they'd handle discipline themselves."

Jamie's frown deepened, his jaw tensing as he remained silent, not offering any response to his father's question.

He didn't seem to like where things were heading. As he reflected on it, he realized Jeffrey had really put him in a tight spot.

Jamie's father sighed, his eyes scanning his son's troubled expression. He watched Jamie hold back information, a sense of frustration washing over him. Finally, he nodded. "Fine. You can have it your way. I only came to see how my son is doing. Since I have a lot on my schedule, I better leave early. I'm just glad you're okay, though."

The man's words left a bitter taste in Jamie's mouth as he dwelled on them. His son's swollen face was anything but okay.

He was about to bid farewell when the door swung open. "Master Jim, you need to see this!" A figure, undoubtedly one of the guards, strode in. Dressed in a sleek black suit with dark shades, his well-built frame filled the doorway. In one hand, he held a walkie-talkie, while the other gripped a smartphone.

When the guard noticed the awkward tension between father and son, he silently slipped out of the room, sensing it wasn't the right moment to speak up.

Jim, Jamie's father, sighed heavily, his gaze lingering on his son with a mix of concern and disappointment. "Stay well. I'll make sure to get to the root of the matter."

Without a word from Jamie, Jim turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he departed.

Jim met the guard outside, who promptly handed him the smartphone. With a sense of trepidation, Jim watched the video clip, feeling his temper rise with each passing second. The footage itself was enough to incite anger, but the comments below it only intensified his fury.

"One noble finally got done in by a commoner!"

"Those punches are insane!"

The comments that made his blood boil were in abundance, each one fueling his rage further. But despite his boiling anger, Jim knew better than to act impulsively. He clenched his jaw, his muscles tense with frustration, but he forced himself to remain composed. He needed more information before deciding on his next move.

With that mindset, Jim exhaled deeply, his breath forming a visible cloud in the chilly air, before returning the phone to the guard. "Let's go," he commanded, his voice tight with restrained anger, as they walked out of the correction center.

Outside, the harsh glare of the midday sun illuminated the scene, casting long shadows across the parking lot. Over six vehicles were parked in front of the circular building. Five of them were black Land Rovers, their sleek frames imposing against the backdrop of the gray concrete. But the third vehicle from the front stood out—a pristine white Maybach, its polished exterior gleaming in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the solemn atmosphere.

Not until Jamie was sure his father had left did he speak up. "You don't have to do a thing. I'll make sure to repay this tenfold." He closed his eyes again, exhaustion evident in the lines etched on his face, and drifted into sleep, seeking solace from the turmoil of the day.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey had already faced judgment and was back in his dorm room. For violently beating up another student, he'd been suspended for a whole month. But it wasn't just the suspension; he also had to run certain errands during that time. That was how lenient the judgment could be.

With only one more week of exams before the semester break, Jeffrey couldn't have been happier. He knew he'd only have to run the errands for a week, and then he'd be free.

As he counted down the days until the end of his punishment, Jeffrey couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. "I guess I'll just go look for another job next week since that bastard had me fired," he muttered to himself, bitterness tainting his words.

Unknown to him, things weren't going to be as easy as he planned. While he had his own plans, others had their own agendas, some of which would directly affect him. There were plans in motion, both for him and against him, that he had yet to discover.