Semua Bab The Invisible Heir: Bab 91 - Bab 100

I-I’m sorry, Mr. Julian,” Jerome stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. All the pride and bravado he had earlier displayed were gone, replaced by a desperate, pleading tone.No matter how he felt, or humiliating it was, Jerome couldn’t deny the sheer power Julian wielded here.With a single phone call, he had managed to bring the Jefferson family’s airline to financial ruin. Jerome knew he had lost, and there was no point in maintaining his facade. His only hope was that his groveling might earn him mercy before the situation worsened.Words of desperation poured from Jerome’s lips, each one more panicking than the last, surprising everyone who had witnessed his arrogance moments ago. Was he the same person making threats, not long than 5 minutes ago? It was hard to believe.Julian, however, remained unmoved. He stared down at Jerome with an unreadable expression, offering no hint of forgiveness or pity, his silence heavier than any words could be.The onlookers were still in

Scarlett glared at him. Why won't he just tell her what his identity was? She didn't understand him, and it was annoying her more than she was showing.“You’re deflecting again,” she said sharply, her eyes narrowing with frustration. “I’m not stupid, Julian. I know there’s more to you than what you’re letting on. Why are you so afraid of being honest with me?”Julian met her gaze, his smile softening into something more serious. “I’m being honest with you. As I said, I'm just a regular guy, trying to make a living.” Her frustration deepened, but his words left her momentarily speechless. Honestly, Scarlett didn’t know whether to be angry or intrigued by him at this point. But she couldn't help feeling more intrigued than angry at him.She leaned forward, her voice dropping slightly. “You can trust me, Julian. I’m not going to use whatever you tell me against you.” She said, suspecting that perhaps he didn't trust her enough to tell her whatever the truth was. But she was his wife,

Inside the opulent hotel, Julian adjusted the cuffs of his sleek black suit as he walked through the grand hall. He had an earpiece on his ears, as he communicated with his security team. “Master Julian, can you hear me?” Celeste's voice came through the earpiece, smooth and professional. Julian frowned at her voice, his irritation barely concealed. As if it wasn’t already bothersome enough to be accompanied by a dozen security personnel, including Celeste, now he had her voice in his ear too?“What is it, Celeste?” he asked, his voice not hiding the annoyance he was feeling.“Just checking in to ensure everything’s running smoothly,” Celeste replied, sounding unfazed by his annoyance. “If anything goes wrong, let us know immediately. Additionally, Nyx is keeping a close watch on you… scratch your ear as a signal if you’re in trouble, and she’ll intervene.”Now he was being watched by Nyx? Julian rolled his eyes slightly but kept his composure. The idea of being babysat, even discre

For the first time, Helen’s aloof mask slipped, revealing some doubt in her eyes. Seeing how unfazed Julian was, despite his life being on the line here, she wondered why? What was he planning? No, a better question was who was this man?“Is that supposed to be believable?” she began, her voice laced with sarcasm.Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of heavy footsteps filled the air. Julian turned to see more than a dozen men entering the terrace. At their center, walking with them into the terrace was an imposing and intimidating figure: the mayor himself. His presence commanded respect, but his sharp gaze was filled with suspicion as he shot julian a look.“Father,” Helen said, her voice shifting to relief. She felt relived knowing that she didn have to deal with this assassin, the mayor would take care of it.The mayor didn’t acknowledge his daughter because his attention was locked on Julian. And, with a single hand gesture from the mayor, his men pointed their weapo

The mayor’s eyes widened in alarm. “What… what are you talking about?” His eyes darkened slightly as he gritted his teeth. “The Sterlings again…they’ve been relentless. But they won’t win. Not this time.” His tone hardened, as though trying to convince himself as much as anyone else. The Sterling family had long been fierce rivals of the Sullivans in both business and politics. When Wendell Sterling had lost the mayoral election, he had apparently stooped to drastic measures, resorting to attempts on his opponent’s life. Julian couldn’t help but wonder if the same Sterlings the mayor was talking about had any connections to this organization. And if they were connected—and it also turned out that the old woman, Elizabeth Sterling, whom he had met at Harper & Co. Headquarters had ties to them, then Julian would need to be wary of her intentions. Helen sighed, exasperation evident in her words. “Don’t worry, Master Julian. We’ve set up enough security to handle the Sterlings. There’s