Chapter 322

Hector scoffed. "Melissa, you make it sound like he's some homeless bum begging for scraps."

Jack didn't even spare him a glance. His tone was cold as he said, "Do I owe you an explanation? Who the hell do you think you are?" Newest update provided by find(ɴ)ovel.net

Hector's face flushed red with anger. He cursed under her breath, ready to take a swing at him. But just as he raised his hand, he hesitated-he still remembered how badly he had beaten him last time. In the end, he clenched his fists but backed off.

Just then, an elegant, well-dressed woman noticed the commotion and walked over. Her expression was sharp as she asked, "What's going on here?"

Melissa wasted no time pointing at Jack. "Mrs. Cane, this is Jack! He's the thug who beat Hector up on campus! And today, he jumped the fence and snuck in to steal something!"

The woman was Hector's mother, Jenny White. She immediately turned ice-cold at the mention of Jack's name.

She barked, "So, it's you. First, you beat up my son, and now you're trespassing to steal? You really have no fear, do you? Security! Someone get security! There's a thief here!"

Of course, she knew about the incident at school. How could she not? Hector's face was still swollen, and the bruises hadn't completely healed. He still had to see a doctor regularly for check-ups.

Back then, Jenny had been furious, ready to storm into the school and make a scene. But after weighing the consequences—especially the potential damage to her son's future-she decided to let it go. After all, Hector had been the instigator. But now, the very same guy who hurt Hector had the audacity to walk right into her hands.

Her shouting quickly drew the attention of the golf club's security.

A manager-looking man rushed over and asked seriously, "Mrs. Cane, what seems to be the problem?"

She pointed straight at Jack. "Mr. Clarke, this guy snuck in. He's probably here to steal!"

His name was Raydon Clarke. He then immediately turned to Jack, his expression tightening as he asked, "Sir, I need you to explain how exactly you got in here."

If Jack didn't have such a composed, confident presence, Raydon would have already ordered security to drag him out.

But Jack didn't even flinch. His voice was steady, explaining, "A friend invited me. Her name is Charlotte. She'll be here any minute."

"What absolute nonsense!" Jenny snapped. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Clarke? Have security take him down! Tase him if you have to!"

Raydon hesitated. Jack's name meant nothing to him, but Charlotte's name sent a

jolt through his chest. His instincts told him this was a situation he needed to handle carefully.

Unlike the others, Raydon knew exactly who Charlotte was-and more importantly, who was behind her. Offending her or her acquaintances wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

Just as he was caught in his dilemma, a new group of people approached from a distance.

The atmosphere instantly shifted.

This wasn't just any group. Their presence commanded attention, and even the city's elite, who had been casually sipping tea moments ago, straightened up, flashing polite, deferential smiles.

Leading the pack were several middle-aged men in tailored suits, exuding authority. The entire crowd subtly adjusted their posture as if unconsciously making way for them.

Jack didn't know most of them. But among the unfamiliar faces, two stood out.

The moment he saw them, his pupils contracted slightly. His jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides.