Chapter 20

Jack's indifferent attitude made Morgan furious.

"Do it!"

Morgan roared, his voice echoing through the empty church.

As soon as the words left his mouth.

The people around were prepared to pull their triggers.

However.

Just then.

Jack pulled out his phone and held it up. "Wait."

Jack's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unusual authority that made those about to shoot freeze in their tracks.

"What? Scared now?"

Morgan sneered. "Begging for mercy now? Too late!"

"Scared?"

Jack shook his head, as if he'd heard the funniest joke. "I just think there are some things you should see first."

With that.

Jack handed his phone to Morgan.

"What's this?"

Morgan frowned, but a sense of dread was already rising in his heart.

"A little gift."

Jack said casually, though his lips curved into a smile.

Morgan took the phone and hit play.

The next moment.

Morgan's expression changed dramatically. Looking at the content on the phone, he looked up at Jack in shock.

Then his face grew increasingly grave.

The content on the phone was extensive, playing for several minutes before ending.

The people around watched Morgan's expression shift unpredictably, all curious about what was on that phone.

After a while.

Morgan finally put down the phone.

At this moment.

His expression was complex.

Confusion, shock, anger, and... fear.

Morgan looked deeply at Jack.

Then.

He turned to face everyone.

"Everyone, thank you for coming to Bill's funeral. I'm grateful."

Morgan bowed slightly to the crowd.

Then he continued, "I have some matters to handle today. If you have nothing else, please leave."

Hearing this, everyone left immediately.

In an instant, the church that had been packed with people became empty.

"You all leave too."

Morgan said to his subordinates.

"Yes."

Though Victor was puzzled, he still bowed respectfully, then led the armed bodyguards out in a line.

As the heavy door slowly closed with a dull sound.

Instantly, only Morgan and Jack remained in the entire church.

And... the very dead Bill.

Though the surroundings were empty, the air felt oppressively thick.

Morgan placed both hands on his cane, staring intently at Jack.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Morgan's voice was hoarse, as if he'd aged ten years. "That stuff on the phone... how do you know about it?"

Jack's lips curved slightly into a mysterious smile.

"Who I am doesn't matter."

Jack put his hands in his pockets, his gaze deep as it passed over Morgan and landed on the expensive coffin, looking at Bill inside.

"What matters is that the stuff in there can destroy the Sanchez family completely."

"You're trying to scare me!"

Morgan laughed in anger, his cane hitting the ground heavily. "I've seen every kind of storm in my life. You think you can threaten me with this?"

"Whether it's a threat or not, you know in your heart."

Jack looked at Morgan and smiled.

On the phone was evidence of the Sanchez family's crimes that he'd had Joseph collect.

Morgan was a mobster.

They were indeed deeply rooted in Viridis State with great power, but they'd committed plenty of crimes over the years.

Arms dealing, drug trafficking, tax evasion, and so on—almost all of the Sanchez family's criminal evidence had been gathered.

Looking at Jack's confident demeanor.

Morgan's expression became extremely ugly.

Morgan stared hard at Jack, his cloudy old eyes now full of bloodshot veins, as an old wolf cornered.

He never expected that the family he'd built over decades would be so easily held hostage by a young man.

"What exactly do you want?"

Morgan took a deep breath, forcing down his anger and fear.

He knew he'd already lost.

Before this young man, his power, his wealth, his methods all seemed so pale and powerless.

"It's simple."

Jack's lips curved into a faint smile, as if everything was under his control.

"I just need to know one thing. Tell me, and I can destroy all this evidence immediately."

"What is it?" Morgan looked up at Jack.

"Who killed my adoptive father, William?"

Jack asked, looking at Morgan.

Hearing the name "William," Morgan's pupils contracted to pinpoint.

"William..."

Morgan chewed on the name, his voice hoarse as if chewing gravel.

Outside the church.

Victor and the others stared intently at the church.

Behind them were Isabella and the other guests.

Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on those two closed wooden doors.

No one knew what was happening inside.

But everyone could feel that an invisible storm was brewing within the church.

Isabella stood at the back of the crowd, her face pale as paper, her body swaying.

She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, as if this could give her some sense of security.

Her gaze occasionally drifted toward the church entrance, filled with fear and anxiety.

She didn't know what Jack had said to Morgan inside, but she knew Jack hadn't come today just to attend a funeral.

He must have come prepared.

And his purpose was likely related to William's death.

Thinking of William, Isabella's heart seized!

She'd thought Morgan would kill Jack directly, but unexpectedly, he'd sent everyone out.

Whatever the reason.

Isabella knew Jack probably wouldn't die.

Thinking of this.

Her heart filled with panic.

"Ms. Simpson, are you alright?"

A guest noticed Isabella's pale face and asked with concern.

"I... I'm fine."

Isabella forced a smile, though her voice trembled badly.

"Just feeling a bit unwell. I'll leave first."

With that, Isabella stumbled toward the exit.

As she walked.

She suddenly bumped into someone. "Sorry."

Isabella said instinctively, but when she looked up and saw who it was, her pupils contracted.

Standing before her was Joseph.

Isabella recognized him. At the hotel entrance before, she'd seen Joseph among those military men.

He was also one of Jack's people.

"Isabella, in such a hurry to leave—where are you going?"

Joseph stood with his arms crossed, like an iron tower blocking Isabella's path, his face wearing a seemingly gentle but actually cold smile.

Isabella's body stiffened, her face turning deathly pale.

"I... I don't know you."

Isabella tried to stay calm, her eyes darting, not daring to meet Joseph's gaze. "Please move aside. I need to go home."

Hearing this, Joseph smiled slightly and actually stepped aside.

Without Jack's orders, he wouldn't touch Isabella, but watching her retreating figure, Joseph's lips curved into a cold smile.

Cherish it.

Isabella, your good days won't last much longer.