Chapter 1011



Frozen with fear, Kallie watched as they closed in, their shadows looming over her.

The man Kallie had struck emerged from the shadows, nursing his bruised face.

“Damn it! She didn’t drink the drugged water. Now she’s seen us. We can’t risk leaving her alive. It’s her or us.” A palpable wave of menace swept over the room as all eyes fixed on Kallie, their expressions filled with predatory intent. A shiver of fear coursed through Kallie as she struggled to speak, but her body remained frozen.

Through blurred vision, Kallie saw a camera flash and felt a rough hand tearing at her clothes. Tears streamed down her face as she stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Suddenly, a sharp cry of pain pierced the tense silence.

The men who had restrained Kallie and were poised to harm her now doubled over in agony, clutching their stomachs and writhing on the floor.

A surge of bodyguards burst into the room, swiftly overpowering Kallie’s attackers and pinning them to the floor.

Jake led the group of bodyguards.

Jake’s eyes fell upon the scene, his face contorting with rage. He lashed out, delivering a powerful kick to the nearest assailant.

The assailant opened his mouth to hurl insults, but the words died in his throat as he met Jake’s murderous gaze. The weight of their transgression dawned on them. They had tangled with someone far more powerful than they had anticipated.

At that precise moment, the hotel owner, alarmed by the commotion, hurried toward the source of the disturbance. He had not anticipated encountering such chaos.

Initially, the owner believed it was merely a ruckus caused by a troublemaker. With a glare, he growled, “Just who the hell are you? How dare you disrupt my establishment? Don’t you know who I am? The nerve of you creating a mess here!”

Upon hearing the owner’s indignant questions, Jake turned slowly, his expression icy and unreadable.

The sight of Jake’s stern face drained the color from the owner’s cheeks, his knees buckling under the weight of his fear, and he fell heavily to the floor with a resonant thud.

Trembling, the owner’s voice quivered with dread as he stammered, “I… Mr. Reeves.”

The owner recognized Jake, the true proprietor of the establishment.

“Your establishment?” Jake’s voice was calm and menacing as he removed his watch, stepping closer to the cowering owner.

“I wasn’t aware that leasing my property to you somehow transferred ownership. Explain yourself!”

Without waiting for a response, Jake delivered a forceful punch to the owner. He was certain that the owner had orchestrated the day’s events.

The owner, now visibly bruised and in pain, remained silent, overwhelmed by shock and fear. How had he managed to anger Jake?

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