Chapter 10

The car stopped at the Watson Mansion.

Jack got out and looked up at the luxurious mansion before him.

It was a classic manor house.

The entire estate was opulent yet serene, like a palace isolated from the world.

Jack casually lit a cigarette.

"General, I'll go bring Martin out," Joseph stepped forward and said respectfully.

"No need. Help me check Martin's financial records instead," Jack shook his head slightly.

With that.

Jack walked straight into the manor.

The two iron gates were closed.

But Jack simply raised his hand, placed it on the gate, and applied a little force.

The two massive iron gates were forcibly pulled open under Jack's slender palm.

Inside the manor, the sun was shining brightly.

In the main hall, Martin sat with a voluptuous blonde beauty by his side, and the table before them was laden with exquisite food.

Champagne and wine, fresh fruits and delicacies—everything one could want.

The pool nearby sparkled in the light, and with a beautiful woman at his side, Martin's life right now could be described as comfortable and wonderful.

These things.

He never would have dared to dream of them before.

But today, Martin seemed to be in low spirits.

"Darling, you seem a bit distracted today," the blonde woman said, nestling against Martin.

"Is something bothering you?"

Hearing this, Martin snapped back to attention. He opened his mouth to swallow the peeled grape the woman offered, smiling as he said, "It's nothing, just some business matters."

Despite his words.

A hint of something unspoken flashed in Martin's eyes.

Just moments ago.

He had received news that William's adopted son Jack had returned.

But as soon as he came back, he killed Bill.

Bill's father had already put out a hit on him.

This put Martin's mind at ease again.

The news of Jack's return had indeed worried him, but now Jack had killed Bill.

Who was Bill?

He was Morgan's son. Having crossed Morgan, Jack was as good as dead!

Looking at it this way.

Jack was just a brute, nothing to worry about.

Having provoked the most powerful mafia family in Viridis State, if he didn't die, who would?

Thinking of this.

Martin's mood instantly improved.

One hand picked up the champagne from the table, while his other hand roamed over the blonde woman's body. She breathed softly and clung to Martin, responding to his movements.

"Naughty."

Martin's movements became increasingly rough. The woman giggled coquettishly. As the two were immersed in their sweet atmosphere, they completely failed to notice that someone had already walked into the hall.

Just as Martin couldn't resist and was about to have his way right there.

A series of crisp footsteps sounded.

"Who's there?"

Martin's head snapped up, looking toward the entrance.

A straight, upright figure slowly walked in from outside.

"Long time no see, Martin."

Jack's voice was calm.

Martin shot up like a spring.

His eyes were shocked as he stared at the figure at the entrance.

Jack stood there in a well-fitted suit, his gaze indifferent, walking over at a leisurely pace.

"You... you're Jack?" Martin could hardly believe his eyes.

How was he still alive?

Hadn't Morgan put out a hit on him?

Jack's eyes remained calm as he walked right up to Martin and sat down without invitation.

His gaze swept over the dining table—delicacies and fresh fruits. Quite a feast indeed.

"You don't mind if I eat a little, do you?"

Jack said with a smile.

Though he'd had breakfast, he was actually a bit hungry now.

Having said that.

Without waiting for Martin's answer.

He helped himself.

Watching Jack act as if no one else was there, Martin's expression turned ugly. This was completely disregarding him. Jack's contempt made Martin burn with anger.

He stared hard at Jack, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his chest heaving violently, his knuckles white from the force.

"Jack!"

"This is my home. Please leave!"

"Your home?" Hearing this, something unreadable flashed in Jack's eyes.

He looked at the angry Martin, his voice calm yet cold, "If I remember correctly, this is my father's property. I don't know how it became yours, Uncle Martin."

At these words.

Martin's angry expression froze. He looked at Jack with an uncertain expression, "What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing much."

Jack put down his knife and fork.

He picked up a napkin and methodically wiped the corners of his mouth.

Then he looked up at Martin and said seriously, "Just here to collect a debt."

"Collect a debt?"

Martin's eyes narrowed.

"What debt?"

Just then.

Another set of footsteps sounded.

Martin looked up to see a burly, imposing figure walking in through the entrance.

This made his expression tighten involuntarily.

The blonde woman who had been so delicate and charming just moments ago now shrank to the side, not daring to move.

Joseph walked straight up to Jack.

"Did you find it?" Jack asked.

Joseph nodded and respectfully handed over the documents he was holding.

After Jack took them, he flipped through them, but his expression grew colder the more he read.

"This is the debt I'm talking about. Take a look, Martin."

Jack tossed the documents onto the table.

Martin frowned and picked up the documents from the table. After looking at them for less than a few seconds, Martin's face instantly turned pale.

The next moment.

He slammed the documents back down on the table, looking at Jack with frightened eyes, "These things... how did you find them?"

The corners of Jack's mouth lifted, but his voice was ice cold.

"When my father was alive, he treated you as a close friend. But after his death, you used your position to illegally embezzle so much of his property."

"You really are his good friend!" Jack looked at Martin, his voice growing colder.

"If you were just greedy for money, that would be one thing. But you embezzled all this property, yet turned a blind eye to William's death. Even when Sophia was driven out of the Carter family, you didn't lift a finger to help."

"Have you forgotten that years ago, when you owed a lot of money, it was William who paid off your debts and gave you a job at his company?"

"Is this how you repay him?"

Martin's face was awkward, sweat rolling down his forehead. He suddenly tore the documents to shreds and roared, "These are all forgeries! You made up these fake accounts just to frame me!"

Joseph looked at him with disdain and sneered coldly, "These are copies. Tearing them up won't help."

At these words.

Martin collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had left him.

Jack walked up to Martin and looked down at him, "I can overlook the fact that you disregarded your friendship and embezzled the property."

Hearing Jack's words "can overlook," a glimmer of hope like a lifeline instantly ignited in his dim eyes.

"However..."

"You need to tell me who killed William."