Chapter 36: The Truth Unveiled

Old Mrs. Camden radiated authority. As the matriarch of a family worth hundreds of millions, she expected absolute obedience.

Yet, Jordan had challenged her at every turn.

Today, she was determined to break him.

However, before she could speak, her beloved poodle, Lucky, suddenly leaped from her arms and bolted toward Jordan.

“Lucky!”

Old Mrs. Camden’s voice rang with shock and urgency, but the dog ignored her, rushing straight for Jordan.

Jordan bent down with a smile, scooping Lucky up as the small dog licked his hands excitedly.

For the past three years, Jordan had been Lucky’s caretaker—feeding him, walking him, even taking him to the vet when he was sick.

To Lucky, Jordan wasn’t just a former member of the Camden household. He was family.

But to everyone else, it was humiliating.

Old Mrs. Camden’s own dog had abandoned her for the man she despised most.

Drew sneered. “Oh, look at that! Of course, dogs stick together. They speak the same language!”

Laughter erupted from Drew, Elle, and Salvatore’s gang.

Jordan stroked Lucky’s fur and glanced at the Camdens, his expression turning icy.

“I’ve lived here for three years, and now that I’m back, all of you are mocking me. But Lucky is still treating me the same way. That just proves one thing—some people are worse than dogs.”

“Scoundrel!” Benedict shouted.

“How dare you insult us!?” Sylvie barked.

Old Mrs. Camden’s face darkened with fury. “Even a dog I’ve raised for three years knows not to betray me! But you? You bit the hand that fed you! You stole from us!”

Jordan’s eyes sharpened. “I didn’t take your watch.”

With a cold smirk, Old Mrs. Camden raised her hand, revealing the Richard Mille watch.

“Then how did this end up with Salvatore? This watch is one of a kind. There’s no mistake!”

Salvatore stepped forward with a wide grin.

“Kid, you brought this watch to me yourself and sold it for $800,000. You even said you were going to spend it on a week-long stay at the presidential suite of West Lake Hotel.”

He turned to the Camdens with a mocking chuckle. “If he didn’t get the money from me, then where did he get it?”

Drew and Salvatore exchanged glances, their smirks betraying their setup.

They knew Jordan was innocent, but they were banking on the fact that no one would believe him.

Jordan took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

‘Enough of this. It’s time they know the truth.’

He raised his head, his voice steady but firm.

“I wanted to live as an ordinary person among you. But you forced my hand. You refuse to see me as anything but a nobody.”

He took a step forward.

“Fine. I’ll tell you the truth. I am the president of Ace Corporation. I am a multi-billionaire. Is that a good enough reason for you?”

The room fell silent.

Then—

Laughter exploded.

Drew clutched his stomach, gasping. “Oh my god, are you starring in some kind of movie? Hahaha!”

Elle was crying from laughter. “Jordan Steele, you need a psychiatrist. If you were the president of Ace Corporation, I’d marry you and let Hailey and I take turns serving you!”

Jordan’s jaw tightened, but he remained calm.

Salvatore patted his shoulder, still chuckling. “Buddy, we know where you stand. Stop pretending. Just kneel down and apologize, and everything will be fine.”

Hailey sighed dramatically. “Jordan, you’ve been my husband for three years. On account of our past, we won’t send you to prison. Just admit you were wrong, and we’ll forgive you.”

Jordan’s eyes flickered with surprise.

‘Why is Hailey suddenly so gentle? This isn’t like her.’

He didn’t have time to dwell on it. He looked at her coldly.

“I have done nothing wrong, and I will never kneel.”

Old Mrs. Camden’s face twisted with fury.

Sylvie shouted, “Call the police! He needs to be locked up!”

Salvatore’s smile faded slightly. He had no real evidence against Jordan. If the police got involved, things could go badly for him too.

So instead, he stepped forward and snarled, “You’ll kneel, whether you want to or not.”

“Boys, make him kneel!”

Two of his tattooed henchmen grabbed Jordan by the arms.

“Get on your knees!”

Jordan didn’t flinch. He looked at the Camdens dead in the eye.

“I told you already—you’re not worthy.”

Then, with one swift motion, he swung his leg up, slamming his knee into the groin of the thug behind him.

CRACK.

The man collapsed with a howl of agony, releasing Jordan’s arm.

Before the other could react, Jordan twisted his body, using his left arm to strike his attacker in the throat.

THUD.

He went down instantly.

Salvatore’s eyes widened. “Damn, this guy can fight!”

Drew stumbled back in fear. “He’s dangerous!”

Salvatore regrouped. “All of you—take him down!”

The remaining eight gangsters lunged forward.

Woof! Woof!

Lucky barked furiously, straining against Elle’s grip.

For the first time, the little dog refused to stay still, trying to break free and help Jordan.

Old Mrs. Camden shouted, “Jordan Steele! I’ll give you one last chance! Kneel and apologize, or you’ll suffer!”

Jordan’s expression didn’t waver.

He cracked his knuckles, his gaze locked on the eight men surrounding him.

Then, with a smirk, he uttered four words:

“You’re still not worthy.”