Chapter 5: No Longer a Camden Dog

Drew leaned against his Maserati, a cigarette dangling from his lips, growing impatient.

“Enough talk. Get in the car,” he snapped. “We’ll deal with you after the banquet.”

Jordan’s eyes burned with defiance.

“I said, I will not go!”

Drew’s face twisted with rage. “You worthless bastard, itching for a beating again, huh?”

He kicked at Jordan, but Jordan was ready. With a swift pull back on his motorbike, he dodged easily.

Drew had no time to react before Jordan countered, launching a powerful kick straight into his gut.

Boom!

Drew, weakened by his playboy lifestyle, flew backward, landing hard on the pavement.

He gasped, stunned.

“You… you useless piece of trash! How dare you fight back!?”

For three years, Drew had bullied Jordan without consequence. Even in front of Hailey’s family, Jordan had never retaliated.

But today, things were different.

Jordan wasn’t the same man anymore.

Drew scrambled to his feet, fury replacing his shock. From the Maserati’s trunk, he grabbed a fruit knife.

“I’ll punish you myself,” he snarled. “I’ll stab you to death!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Drew lunged at Jordan, slashing wildly.

But Jordan? He barely moved.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Jordan dodged each strike effortlessly.

Drew was nothing to him.

Then, with one sharp movement, Jordan struck. His hand flashed, hitting Drew’s wrist with a crack.

Clang!

The knife clattered to the ground.

Before Drew could react, Jordan’s fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling back down.

Smack. Smack.

A few more rapid blows, and Drew didn’t dare move.

Jordan towered over him, expression unreadable.

“Tell Old Mrs. Camden that I’m no longer your family’s dog.”

His voice was cold, final.

“Unless I choose to, no one can order me around.”

With that, Jordan turned away, mounting his motorbike and speeding off—back to finish his last takeout delivery.

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Retaliation

Drew limped into the Camden villa, his face swollen and bruised.

His mother, Adeline Walter, spotted him first.

“Drew, you’re back!”

Old Mrs. Camden smiled, pleased.

“Drew is still the most efficient,” she said, expecting Jordan to be trailing behind him.

But when Drew stepped out alone, his face a mess, the smiles vanished.

Gasps filled the room.

“My dear grandson!” Old Mrs. Camden rushed forward, horror on her face.

“Who did this to you!?”

Drew’s voice shook with rage.

“Grandma… it was Hailey’s useless husband!”

The room erupted in fury.

Herman’s eyes blazed as he pointed at Benedict and his family.

“You useless lot! How dare your dog attack my son! You owe us an explanation!”

Sylvie, ever the dramatic, clutched her chest.

“That worthless fool does nothing but cause trouble! When I see him, I’ll slap him myself!”

Drew, seething, looked at Old Mrs. Camden.

“Should we call the police?”

The elderly matriarch hated dealing with the authorities.

“This is a family matter,” she snapped. “I will handle it!”

Her voice turned cold, ruthless.

“Herman, I know you have friends in the triads. Have them deal with that beast! Bring him back to me!”

“Gladly,” Herman snarled, already dialing a number.

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The Ambush

Jordan descended a stairway, the last order of his shift complete.

This was his final day as a deliveryman. Soon, he would take his rightful place as chairman of Ace Corporation.

But before he could reach his motorbike, two massive figures stepped into his path.

They were over 1.85 meters tall, covered in tattoos, each weighing nearly 100 kilos.

One of them sneered.

“You’re Jordan, right? Come with us.”

Jordan eyed them, expression unreadable.

“The Camdens sent you?”

The thug cracked his knuckles.

“You can come quietly… or we can do this the hard way.”

Jordan sighed, adjusting his gloves.

“I prefer the hard way.”