Chapter 7

Night.

At a private estate, Bill's father—Morgan Sanchez—was now in tears.

Before him lay a massive coffin, and inside it was his son, Bill.

"Bill, my son..."

Morgan tremblingly extended his withered hand, wanting to touch Bill's cheek, but just as his fingertips were about to reach Bill, he suddenly pulled back. Even now, he couldn't believe his own son was dead.

"Who... who did this!" He suddenly raised his head, his cloudy old eyes filled with bloodshot veins, his voice hoarse and shrill.

"Who killed my son?"

Morgan's face became extremely twisted, cold murderous intent filling his eyes.

Here in Viridis State.

His name was synonymous with authority and fear!

As the head of one of the five major mafia families, Morgan had personally built this city's underground order.

Years ago, there was a foolish competitor who hijacked one of his shipments behind his back. Morgan had the man's entire family tied up at a slaughterhouse and, in front of everyone, used a dull knife to spend three full hours cutting them apart piece by piece, like butchering pork.

After that.

No one dared to cross him again.

But now.

Someone actually dared to kill his only son on his turf!

"It's... it's someone named Jack." Behind Morgan, a man knelt, trembling uncontrollably as he watched the enraged Morgan.

Having followed Morgan for many years, he knew very well how terrifying Morgan could be when angry.

"Jack..."

Morgan hissed the name through clenched teeth, his voice low.

"Good... very good!"

Morgan suddenly stood up, grabbed the cane from the table, and smashed it hard against the floor.

The expensive marble tiles instantly cracked.

"Spread the word." Morgan's voice carried an unquestionable killing decisiveness. "By tomorrow, I want to see Jack's head. Whoever brings Jack's head to me will be rewarded one million dollars!"

The Carter Mansion.

This used to be William's estate.

But now it was Isabella's property.

Inside the mansion.

Brilliant lights illuminated the hall like daylight.

Isabella held a glass of bright red wine, sitting on the sofa.

However, at this moment, her eyes—which always showed shrewdness and calculation—appeared unfocused, with a hint of fear visible.

Isabella's breathing was somewhat rapid, the wine glass in her hand gently swaying, the liquid inside rippling with circles of unease.

Everything that happened at the hotel during the day replayed in her mind like a nightmare, unable to be shaken off!

She couldn't forget Jack's cold, ice-like indifferent gaze.

Couldn't forget how he killed Bill in front of her, as easily as crushing an insect.

And even more, she couldn't forget the dark gun barrels outside the hotel, those soldiers marching in perfect unison, their bodies radiating a murderous aura.

"Jack..."

Isabella murmured softly.

She had thought that after William's death, and after driving away Sophia, she could enjoy everything from the Carter family without worry.

But she never expected that William's adopted son would actually come back!

Just then, the red telephone on the table suddenly rang urgently, the piercing sound echoing in the silent living room like a death knell.

"Ah!"

Isabella trembled all over in fright, the wine glass in her hand falling onto the carpet, wine spilling on the floor and leaving red droplets.

Her heart pounded violently, as if it would burst through her chest.

Looking at the phone, she took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, then picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hello."

"Ms. Simpson, it's me."

On the other end was a steady middle-aged man's voice.

The caller was an information broker.

In Viridis State's underground world, his code name was "Rat." Though it sounded undignified, no one dared to underestimate this "Rat." Because he was like a ghost in the sewers—there was no secret he couldn't dig up. Whether it was politicians' scandals or gang transaction records, as long as you paid, he could find it out.

"It's you..." A gleam flashed in Isabella's eyes.

"So, did you find information about Jack?"

"Ms. Simpson, I'm sorry... I've refunded the money you gave me back to your account."

Isabella froze.

"What did you say?"

"Are you... saying it's not enough money? I can pay more, as long as you can help me find out about Jack..."

"It's not about the money." The other party interrupted her, his voice very low. "For the sake of you being an old customer, I'll be straight with you—this job, no one dares to take it. Forget one million dollars, even ten million dollars, no one would dare take it."

"Why?" Isabella asked in confusion. "You're 'Rat'—there's no secret in this world you can't dig up!"

"That's true." Rat laughed bitterly, his laughter carrying a hint of helplessness. "I did find information about Jack."

Isabella's heart leaped with joy. "You found it? Tell me quickly."

"No."

"Ms. Simpson, I think you misunderstood." Rat's voice carried a trace of panic. "I did find his information, but I can't tell you..."

"I don't know how you got on his bad side, but for the sake of being an old customer, I'll give you one piece of advice."

"Run..."

"Run as far as you can. Leave Viridis State, leave this country, and never come back."

"What... what do you mean by that?" Isabella's voice began to tremble.

But the other party had already hung up.

Rat valued money as much as his life, yet after finding out about Jack, he'd rather refund the money than tell her.

And he told her to run.

This meant Jack's identity was even more terrifying than she had imagined!

"This..."

Isabella's pupils lost focus, the receiver dropping to the floor.

She staggered backward until her back hit the wall heavily, and she slumped down, sitting on the floor.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her entire body. She felt cold all over, her teeth chattering.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Isabella finally came back to her senses. The next moment, she grabbed the phone on the table.

"Put all my assets up for sale immediately, and sell off all the stocks under my name. Yes, now, right away, immediately!"