Chapter 44: The Truth Unveiled
by SlivvoSalvatore barked the order. “Go!”
Ten elite fighters from Southeast Asia rushed toward Jordan, their movements swift and deadly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of fists colliding with flesh echoed through the underground parking lot.
Salvatore watched in disbelief as, one by one, his fighters were effortlessly taken down. Jordan moved like a trained warrior, dodging attacks with precision and countering with devastating blows.
It was over in minutes.
Salvatore, sweating profusely, quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Pablo.
“Mr. Dalton, we have a problem. You need to send ten more guys. The ones I brought are already down, and Jordan Steele is about to cripple them.”
Pablo, who had just finished a chess match with Butler Frank, paused. “Wait… You’re saying there’s a man who just took down ten of my fighters? Alone?”
“Yes!” Salvatore stammered. “He’s a beast! If we don’t stop him now—”
Pablo cut him off. “Don’t send more men. Tell me where you are. I want to meet him personally.”
The Parking Lot Showdown
Minutes later, Pablo arrived at the Ace Corporation parking lot.
The sight in front of him stunned him. His so-called “elite” fighters were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Meanwhile, Jordan stood there, his expensive suit slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed.
Pablo’s eyes widened.
As he stepped closer, his breath caught in his throat.
That face…
He had seen it before.
The photo Butler Frank had sent him.
Pablo’s knees buckled. He dropped to the ground.
“Mr. Jordan!” he gasped.
Salvatore and Drew stood frozen, their expressions of confusion quickly turning to shock.
Drew stammered, “M-Mr. Dalton, what are you doing? He’s just a live-in son-in-law. Why are you kneeling?”
Salvatore rubbed his eyes. “You… You must have the wrong guy, right?”
Pablo ignored them. He looked up at Jordan with deep respect.
“Mr. Jordan, I am one of Mr. Reyes’ subordinates. I had no idea who you were. Please punish me for my ignorance.”
Jordan raised an eyebrow. “So, you work for Butler Frank?”
Pablo nodded furiously.
Without hesitation, he turned to Salvatore. “You idiot! Kneel down and apologize!”
Salvatore wasted no time. He dropped to his knees and bowed deeply.
“Mr. Jordan, I was blind! Please have mercy on me!”
Drew, standing nearby, watched in horror. The notorious gang leader was on his knees, groveling like a child.
Jordan sighed. “I don’t need you to kneel. Just go and clear my name with the Camdens.”
Salvatore nodded frantically. “Yes! I’ll tell them Drew was the one who framed you.”
Drew’s face paled. “H-Hey, you can’t just betray me like that!”
Salvatore didn’t even look at him. Instead, he landed a hard punch to Drew’s stomach, making him double over.
Pablo’s expression turned cold. “So, you’re the one who tried to frame Mr. Jordan?”
He turned to his men. “Throw him in the river.”
Drew panicked. He scrambled to Jordan, grabbing onto his leg.
“Jordan! We’re family! You can’t let them do this to me!”
Jordan kicked him off. “I’m not your family.”
Still desperate, Drew whined, “I’ll give you Elle! I know you like her!”
Jordan slapped him across the face. “I’ve only ever seen her as a younger sister. When did I ever say I liked her?”
Drew kept trying. “What about Hailey? I can arrange for a family dinner, get her drunk, and send her to your place—”
Another slap.
Jordan’s eyes burned with fury. “She’s your cousin, and Elle is your sister! How can you treat them like objects to be traded? You disgust me.”
Drew trembled. He had no fight left in him.
Jordan exhaled sharply. “I’ll let you go. But you better go home and tell your family the truth.”
Drew nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes! Thank you, Jordan!”
He stumbled out of the parking lot like a beaten dog.
Pablo turned back to Jordan and knelt again. “Mr. Jordan, please accept these 100 elite fighters from Southeast Asia. They are now yours to command.”
Jordan smirked. “They might be useful. I’ll take them.”
He already had plans. People like Zack from the food industry needed to be dealt with.
Camden Villa – A Change of Heart
Drew arrived home, his face still bruised from Jordan’s slaps.
Old Mrs. Camden gasped. “Drew! Did that bastard Jordan hit you again?”
Drew quickly shook his head. “No, Grandma! I… I crashed my car. It wasn’t Jordan.”
The old woman frowned but didn’t press further.
Benedict crossed his arms. “Well? Did you meet Mr. Steele?”
Drew gulped. “No… I didn’t get to.”
Old Mrs. Camden scowled. “What is this Mr. Steele trying to do? Does he expect me to meet him personally before discussing the deal?”
Silence filled the room.
Then, Hailey spoke up.
“Grandma, why don’t I give it a try?”
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