A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 1033

To Wilhelmina, Samuel's dominance was nothing more than a reflection of Jack's brilliance. It was also proof of his ruthlessness, and nothing beyond that.

She couldn't help but think of the man who held Samuel's fate in his hands—Jack.

Stealing a glance, she realized that he had completely ignored her existence. Ever since she had entered the hall, he hadn't spared her a single glance.

It was as if she were invisible.

For the first time, Wilhelmina felt the sting of being utterly disregarded. It was a sensation of loss she had never experienced before.

Even Samuel's arrival failed to stir any reaction from Jack.

Jack was probably the only one in the entire hall with the standing to do it. He dared to brush off one of Iselva's business giants.

The memory of his ruthlessness and indifference flashed through her mind. It sparked a sudden surge of hatred. She swore she'd make him pay double for the humiliation he'd inflicted on her.

Despair surged through Wilhelmina once more as she thought of him. His brilliance was so uncanny, it bordered on the monstrous.

Perhaps the only ones here who could stand against this terrifying man were Patrick and his allies.

Before long, Jack's friends began arriving—each one a heavyweight in their own right.

Ian and Myra arrived shortly after Samuel. Most people didn't recognize them. Mistaken for the children of some obscure family, their presence went largely unnoticed.

Those at the top of the hierarchy knew exactly who these influential figures were. They couldn't help but feel slightly taken aback. What was going on today? Why were so many formidable individuals gathering?

It appeared things weren't quite right today.

Everyone who knew Ian and Myra—no matter their age or status—greeted them warmly.

The older guests gently scolded them for not letting anyone know they were coming. They regretted not being able to send a car—or even a helicopter—to pick them up.

Everything Casey did was to get Patrick's attention—to show him just how exceptional she was.

Ignatius, of course, saw right through his daughter's intentions—and was more than happy to play along.

Beyond that, he exuded the commanding presence of a seasoned magnate.

His gaze happened to drift toward the corner, where Jack stood, Specter looming silently behind him. In that instant, Ignatius' expression changed.

If his hunch was right, then this was the very "boss" Specter had spoken of.

As he stared at Jack's youthful face, a storm churned within him. But in a blink, he masked it completely, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened at all.