Chapter 424



Seeing the man’s demeanor, Jake felt this man didn’t deserve another second of his time. He ignored the man’s sour expression and headed for the door.

But the man wasn’t letting Jake off that easy. He stepped in Jake’s way. “What the hell? That’s how you ask for a favor?”

Edgar had had enough. He stood up, clearing his throat with a forced smile.

“Sir, I think you’re confused. Mr. Jack’s here to offer a partnership, not beg for help. He’s perfectly capable on his own, but he’s a busy man. And a word of advice: don’t get too cocky.”

The booze had clearly gone to the man’s head. “Partnership, my ass!” he slurred. “You need me, not the other way around. Big shot on the outside, but you’re here begging. I’m just testing your patience, and you’re already failing. So much for the great Mr. Jack.”

Edgar’s smile vanished. “Do you want to die?” he asked, his voice deadly calm.

The man was slightly unnerved. Yet, a spark of realization seemed to ignite within him, and he lifted his gaze with newfound confidence. “You’ve been searching for someone,” he declared, his tone laced with a hint of taunt.

gαℓησν𝒆ℓs․com brings you fresh updates “You’ve spilled all the details to me. She must mean the world to you. Watch as I find her first, and then you’ll never see her again.”

Jake scoffed, his gaze a frigid glare. “Do you truly believe I wouldn’t take action against you?” As Jake advanced toward the man, his voice remained even, but it carried an icy detachment that was more intimidating than any show of emotion.

The room was charged with an unsettling calm that made the skin crawl.

Abruptly, a clatter erupted from the doorway. The sound of something being clumsily handled, followed by sharp rebukes, filled the air. A drunkard’s curses sliced through the tension, harsh and slurred.

Jake’s brow creased in annoyance.

Edgar was quick to react, stepping forward with resolve. “Mr. Reeves, I’ll handle this disturbance,” he assured firmly.

Jake turned to the man, a chilly smirk playing on his lips. “So, you think finding her first is a threat to me? We’ll see whether you find her before I do.”

The man caught Jake’s icy stare, his courage faltering. He stuttered, unable to meet Jake’s steely gaze.

At the door, Edgar’s voice rang through the chaos with disbelief. “Miss Nixon, what are you doing here?”

Jake’s threatening demeanor dropped as he rushed to the door, urgency replacing his earlier composure. He arrived to see Kallie standing lost amid the commotion, Edgar already intervening with the drunken troublemaker.

A waiter stood by, hastily explaining the recent events to anyone who would listen.

Moments earlier, the waiter had clutched his tray tightly. However, in a sudden movement, Kallie headed for the room’s entrance. Their paths collided. The tray tilted dramatically, sending a glass of wine crashing to the floor, drenching the drunkard’s clothes.

Apologies flew from the waiter’s lips to both Kallie and the soaked drunkard, his words quick and filled with regret. He believed the confrontation had ended.

Yet, the drunkard persisted, unyielding. Without troubling the waiter, perhaps due to Kallie’s delicate face, he demanded she apologize and insisted she kneel to clean his trousers.

Kallie, however, stood her ground, unyielding.

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