Chapter 60: The Beginning of the End

Jordan sat comfortably in his luxurious villa, the city skyline glowing outside the window.

He dialed a number.

The call connected.

“Uncle Dubrule, it’s been a while,” Jordan greeted. “How have you been?”

A warm chuckle came from the other end.

“Jordan! It’s been too long,” said Paul Dubrule, the international hotel magnate. “I just spoke with your grandfather yesterday. He showed me his new jasmine flowers.”

Jordan smiled slightly. “I’m glad you’re doing well. I heard you’re in Hawaii.”

“Yes, yes. Enjoying some peace. But I heard from your grandfather—you’re done with your three-year assignment. And now, you’re making your move in the business world, huh?”

Jordan leaned forward, his expression turning sharp.

“Yes, and I need your help. You remember Era Express Hotels, right? Leonard Collins?”

Paul scoffed. “Of course. He’s been calling me for advice. His hotel business has been in decline lately.”

Jordan’s eyes darkened.

“I need you to cripple his business.”

A brief silence. Then, a chuckle.

“Well, well. Looks like he crossed the wrong person. Alright, leave it to me.”

Jordan knew that Paul Dubrule owed his grandfather a great deal. A favor like this? Done in an instant.

When Jordan ended the call, Victoria stared at him in awe.

“That’s it? One call, and the Collins family is finished?”

Jordan smirked coldly.

“You expected a long battle?” He shook his head. “The Steeles and the Collins are not on the same level.”

Victoria bit her lip, staring at him with admiration.

‘If I could marry a man like Jordan…’ she thought.

However, she quickly regained her composure. “Still, it’ll take some time for Leonard’s bad investments to collapse. Meanwhile, Tyler and Hailey’s wedding could happen within the next month or two.”

Jordan nodded. He wasn’t done yet.

His eyes glinted dangerously as he dialed another number.

“Pablo.”

“Mr. Jordan!” Pablo answered immediately.

Jordan smirked.

“Your men—are they fully recovered?”

Pablo chuckled. “Recovered a long time ago. Do you need them for something?”

Jordan’s voice was low and dangerous.

“Book rooms in every Collins-owned hotel. Bring women with you. Search for hidden cameras in the rooms.”

“If there are any, retrieve the footage. If there aren’t any, plant them.”

Pablo understood instantly.

Jordan was about to ruin the reputation of the Collins’ hotel chain. A privacy scandal would destroy their business.

Victoria’s lips curled into a sultry smirk.

“I didn’t expect you to play dirty, Mr. Steele.”

Jordan exhaled smoke from his cigarette.

“In war, there is no such thing as ‘dirty’—only victory.”

Victoria’s heart raced.

He was ruthless. And she loved it.

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Targeting Tyler Collins

Victoria flipped through a dossier.

“Tyler doesn’t work for his father,” she said. “He took millions from him and started his own investment company.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “He made money?”

Victoria nodded.

“He’s an angel investor. Last year, he started an $8 million fund and invested in 40 companies. Half failed, but the successful ones earned him $16 million.”

Jordan hummed thoughtfully.

Victoria continued.

“This year, he expanded and invested in 70 companies. If things go well, his profits could reach $48 million.”

Jordan’s eyes narrowed.

‘I won’t let Tyler have the best of both worlds.’

He cracked his knuckles.

“Find out which companies he invested in. Ignore the failures. Target the profitable ones—and boycott them.”

Victoria gasped slightly.

Jordan grinned darkly.

“I want to make Tyler lose everything.”

Victoria shivered.

She had seen ruthless men before, but Jordan was something else.

“Understood.”

She flipped another page.

“Tyler has an older brother, but he’s useless. Just waiting to inherit the family business.”

Jordan snorted.

“But there’s one person to be wary of,” Victoria added.

“Tyler’s mother—Rosie Huxley. She’s from a top-tier New York family. Her background is powerful.”

Jordan froze for a moment.

“…Rosie Huxley?”

Victoria handed him her phone.

On the screen—

A stunning woman with wavy hair, red lipstick, and an elegant presence.

She stood before a microphone, looking like an old-school jazz singer.

Jordan whistled softly.

“I didn’t expect Tyler’s mother to be this beautiful.”

Victoria chuckled.

“All of Orlando’s high society thinks Leonard Collins isn’t worthy of her.”

Jordan returned the phone.

“I don’t care about the Huxleys.” His voice was steady, firm.

Victoria nodded.

Jordan had one goal.

And by the time Tyler Collins’ wedding day arrived—

His world would be in ruins.