The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 110

“What the hell is this bastard up to…” Vincent muttered, his face darkening as he stared at his phone screen—the call still unreachable. His jaw tightened, veins bulging at his temple. Seeing the hint of panic flash across Williams Gravesend's face, Vincent quickly straightened his expression.

“Master Williams, don’t worry. His phone probably died—simple as that,” Vincent said with forced calm, though his knuckles whitened from clenching his fist.

But before Williams could respond, the heavy doors to the executive suite slid open.

The room fell into stunned silence.

“Father!” A clear voice called out.

Everyone’s eyes snapped toward the door as Fate—very much alive, unscathed, and radiant—ran in and threw herself into Anthony Scarface’s arms.

Vincent’s eyes widened, his pupils trembling with disbelief. “Impossible…” His voice came out in a cracked whisper as cold sweat formed on his brow.

Williams’s face drained of color. “What the—? How… How did you get here?!” His voice trembled with barely concealed fury.

Anthony’s hardened expression melted into rare relief as he wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter. “Fate… You’re safe.” His voice cracked for a moment, and his usual unshakable aura faltered.

“I’m okay, Father. And it’s all thanks to him…” Fate’s voice softened as she stepped aside, revealing Jaden walking in casually behind her.

Jaden’s sharp eyes swept across the office, settling on Williams with a smirk curling his lips. “Williams Gravesend… looks like we meet again.” His tone was calm, but laced with lethal mockery. “And this time… let’s talk about a different kind of deal.”

Williams’s eyes bulged in disbelief. His hand trembled as he pointed at Jaden, his lips quivering with suppressed rage. “How…? You were supposed to be dead. Cooper… that useless bastard…” His face twisted with humiliation. “I ordered him to shoot you on sight!”

Anthony’s sharp gaze narrowed, recognizing Jaden instantly. The same young man who wiped out Baron… and Peter… A slow, calculating smile crept onto Anthony’s lips.

“So, turns out the enemy of my enemy… is quite the capable ally.” Anthony’s mind raced, piecing the situation together swiftly.

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