The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 100

The streets of Ravenmoor were unusually tense that afternoon.

Convoys of armored black vehicles sliced through traffic like sharks in open water. Their windows were tinted jet-black, their movements silent and synchronized—predators in formation.

On each license plate: a single golden insignia.

The Emblem of the King of War.

Inside one of the lead vehicles, a soldier pressed a finger to his earpiece. “Target has changed direction. I repeat—the King of War’s location has shifted. He’s now heading toward Emerald Palace.”

“Redirect all units,” came the cold, automatic reply from the telecom. “I want eyes on the restaurant in five minutes. Lock it down quietly. No alarms, no panic. He must not be disturbed.”

“Yes, sir.”

The convoy made a hard U-turn at the intersection, sirens off, tires whispering across the asphalt as they cut a path toward one of the city’s crown jewels.

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Emerald Palace Restaurant

The most luxurious dining experience in Ravenmoor. A place where billionaires held power dinners, celebrities toasted champagne, and foreign dignitaries reserved entire wings in advance.

Today, one of the gold-trimmed VIP tables was occupied by four unlikely guests: Jaden, Hannah, Clara, and Drax.

The table was a feast of color and flavor—steaming lobster platters, honey-glazed ribs, a tower of fruit, and imported wines that cost more than a small car.

Clara blinked at the spread in disbelief.

“Okay... what the hell, Hannah?” she asked, leaning in. “You booked the most expensive restaurant in Ravenmoor. This place costs more than my entire wardrobe. Why go so overboard?”

Hannah smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because Jaden gave my family a gift we couldn’t even dream of affording. This is my way of saying thank you. Think of it as a second birthday dinner. One I actually want to remember.”

Jaden gave her a small nod of appreciation.

Drax, on the other hand, had no time for sentiment. He was already elbows-deep in a roasted chicken, his teeth ripping into it with the aggression of a wild animal.

“Talk less, eat more,” he grunted, his mouth full. “You dishonor the food by wasting time.”

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