Chapter 667
Chapter 667:
Red Jack leaned in, his voice seething with contempt. “Let me be crystal clear. If it weren’t for the president’s direct orders to haul your sorry ass out of the fire, I would’ve left you to face Ashton’s wrath alone. Your survival means nothing to me.”
Red Jack’s anger wasn’t just for show; it was the real deal. Originally, he had fully intended to use Ashton to eliminate Fraser, whom he saw as nothing more than dead weight. But when the president of the organization intervened, ordering him to rescue Fraser instead, it threw a wrench in his plans and only fueled his irritation. Being forced to save someone he utterly despised grated on Red Jack’s nerves.
The moment Red Jack mentioned the president, the fury that had fueled Fraser’s earlier tirade drained away, replaced by a flicker of fear.
His voice lost its edge, turning tentative as he asked, “Wait, are you saying this came directly from the president? Did he leave any specific orders for me?”
Red Jack’s lip curled in disdain. “Now you’re catching on. Do you finally understand the gravity of your failure? The president isn’t done with you just yet, but it’s not out of kindness. You’re still useful, for now. You’ve got a bigger job to focus on.”
Leaning closer, Red Jack’s eyes gleamed with dangerous intensity. “The president needs that priceless artifact from the Campbell family. Your next mission is to secure it at all costs. Forget about your petty ambitions in Staville; they mean nothing to him. That was just you trying to stroke your own ego.”
Fraser tried to defend himself, but Red Jack silenced him with a sharp glare, his voice low and threatening. “Spare me your excuses. Right now, Staville’s authorities haven’t put out a full-scale search for you. You still have time to slip away. Head back to Inewood, team up with your father, and steal that Campbell heirloom. This is your final shot. Mess it up, and it won’t be Ashton you need to fear. The president’s patience has run out, and I’ve got no qualms about eliminating you myself if you disappoint him again.”
Fraser stood there, momentarily speechless, his earlier bravado replaced by a palpable dread. His repeated failures against Ashton had shaken him to the core, leaving him wary of another confrontation.
“What about Ashton?” he asked quietly, his confidence waning. “He’s grown close to Rosalie. The moment I make a move, he’ll be on my heels, ruining everything.”
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Red Jack paused, considering the situation with a sly grin. “I’ve already planted the idea in his head that you’re still lurking in Staville, biding your time for revenge. He’s so fixated on hunting you down here that he won’t even suspect you’ve slipped away to Inewood. Move fast, and you can finish the mission before he even realizes what’s going on.”
A mocking smile tugged at Red Jack’s lips as he added, “But let’s be real, it’s uncertain if Ashton will even make it back to Inewood. How he managed to spring that elaborate trap to corner you remains a mystery. And I can’t afford to let him jeopardize the president’s plans. So, I’ll stay in Staville, keep him distracted, and take the first chance I get to eliminate him once and for all.”
Though Fraser was ultimately rescued by Red Jack, the overwhelming presence of the special forces team kept Red Jack’s pride in check. He couldn’t move too boldly.
In the end, despite Fraser’s escape, all the informants he had planted within Staville’s government and the remnants of the Dark Night Organization hiding in the conference hall were rounded up and dragged back to the police station. Years of Fraser’s painstakingly woven schemes unraveled completely, leaving his grand plans in ruins.
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