Chapter 5

Isabella stood frozen in place, her face as white as paper, unable to even let out a scream.

Bill was dead.

Right in front of her, the man she was about to marry was dead, and the one who killed him was her ex-husband's adopted son.

Just like killing a chicken, he killed her husband!

Jack slowly looked away, as if he had just crushed a bug.

"You... you actually killed him!" Isabella's voice was sharp and piercing, with a hysterical madness. "Do you know who he is? How dare you kill him?"

"Those who kill will be killed in return."

With that, Jack turned around and walked toward Isabella step by step.

With each step he took, Isabella trembled and backed away, until her back pressed against the cold wall with nowhere left to go.

"What... what do you want..." Isabella's voice shook uncontrollably.

Jack looked at Isabella, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes still calm. "Do you want to get revenge for him?"

"Fine."

With that.

Jack smiled slightly and took a small step back. "I'll give you that chance."

Jack's calm and composed attitude made Isabella's fear fade a bit, replaced by anger.

"Good, don't regret this!"

With that.

Isabella pulled out her phone, though her fingers were still stiff from fear, taking several tries before she could dial.

"Get people here, to the hotel!"

After making the call.

Some color finally returned to her face. She abruptly hung up and raised her head, staring at Jack with a look of venomous triumph.

"Jack, you're dead!" Isabella pointed at Jack, a twisted smile forming on her lips. "My people will be here soon, and when they arrive, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Jack looked at her coldly, his eyes showing no emotion, as if watching a clown put on a show.

He said nothing, just sat down at the table with William's photo and picked up the drink he hadn't finished.

The guests nearby watched Jack drinking leisurely.

All wore strange expressions.

After William's death.

Isabella had inherited all his wealth, and with her connection to Bill, Isabella was now more than just an ordinary socialite.

Jack had killed her husband right in front of her.

And he dared to wait here brazenly, letting Isabella call for backup.

This was... absolutely reckless!

He was done for!

Time passed minute by minute.

The atmosphere in the hotel was very strange.

Trembling guests, a calm and composed Jack, and Isabella on high alert...

But no one dared break this atmosphere...

Time passed, second by second.

A full half hour went by.

Isabella's brow couldn't help but furrow.

Her people were nearby.

Why hadn't they arrived after half an hour? Looking at the calm and natural Jack, Isabella's expression changed slightly.

Just then.

Isabella's phone rang urgently.

Without hesitation, Isabella answered the phone, then launched into a tirade. "What's going on with you people? Why aren't you here yet?"

"Well... we're here, but... we can't get in." The voice of her subordinate came through the phone.

But the tone was strange, trembling, as if afraid of something.

"Can't get in?"

Isabella's eyes narrowed, somewhat confused, and she instinctively asked, "Why? Are you blind? Can't you even find the way?"

"It's not that..."

The subordinate's voice was accompanied by the sound of swallowing, saying in a low voice, "The hotel entrance is blocked. You should come out and see for yourself."

"Blocked?"

Isabella instinctively glanced at Jack.

At this moment, Jack remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

The next moment, she hung up and headed straight for the door.

She wanted to see who dared to block the entrance and keep her people from coming in!

Isabella's face was cold as ice. In her wedding dress and high heels, she walked straight toward the hotel exit.

Through the corridor.

Isabella saw the hotel entrance.

The door was open!

Isabella's face grew even colder. The door was clearly open, so who was blocking it?

Thinking of this.

Isabella became even angrier.

She immediately quickened her pace.

But when she reached the entrance and looked outside, she... froze!

Isabella's pupils suddenly contracted, her eyes widened, shocked by the scene before her.

What met her eyes was an ocean of people.

The entrance was filled with fully armed special forces.

Dozens of vehicles were parked in tactical formation on the road in front of the hotel, and in front of these vehicles, countless soldiers in combat uniforms, holding loaded weapons, were now staring intently at the hotel entrance.

As Isabella walked out the door.

In an instant.

Countless eyes turned toward her.

Along with their gazes came the dark gun barrels, each gun's muzzle gleaming with a chilling cold light.

Weapons loaded, fingers outside the triggers.

They just looked at Isabella, saying nothing, but Isabella felt a chill throughout her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Her body couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment.

She also saw her people, a thousand feet away.

Separated by these forces.

This place had been sealed off.

The entire hotel was completely surrounded.

No one could enter.

And no one could leave!

Isabella's face was extremely pale, her body trembling. She couldn't help but slowly back away, step by step... retreating back into the hotel.

Until her back once again touched the cold marble wall, she seemed to regain a bit of awareness.

"This... this is impossible..."

Isabella muttered to herself, her voice trembling.

The soldiers outside weren't ordinary soldiers. That aura of death, those uniform tactical movements, and the weapons they carried... what kind of person could mobilize them?

Was it Jack?

"Why... is this happening..." Isabella whispered, and the phone in her hand slipped and fell to the ground, the screen shattering.

What she had been so proud of now seemed so small and ridiculous.

Just then, steady footsteps came from deep within the banquet hall.

Each step seemed to land on Isabella's heart.

She turned her head in terror, only to see Jack had somehow emerged from the hall and was walking toward her step by step.

At this moment, Jack no longer had his previous lazy demeanor. Instead, he radiated a heart-stopping sense of oppression. He was like a lion surveying his territory—elegant, yet deadly.

Jack walked up to Isabella and looked down at her.

"Looks like your backup can't get in."

Jack's voice was light, yet carried an undeniable authority.

As he spoke, Jack glanced at those people blocked outside the hotel. They looked like some gang thugs.

This disappointed Jack a bit.

He thought Isabella could call some big shot, preferably the mastermind behind all this. That was why he let Isabella call for people.

Isabella raised her head, looking at Jack standing against the light. At this moment, he was like a god controlling life and death.

"Who... who are you..."

Isabella's voice trembled, her heart completely filled with fear.

She finally realized she had done something stupid, provoked someone she shouldn't have.

But it was too late for regrets now. William was already dead.

Jack didn't answer her question. He just bent down slightly, reached out his hand, and gently patted her pale cheek.

"Don't worry. Considering you were my father's wife before he died, I won't touch you for now—as long as there's no evidence you were involved in William's murder."

"But that's only temporary."

"I don't care who's behind you. Tell them to wash their necks and wait for me."

"I will get to the bottom of William's death. If I find out you were involved..."

Jack didn't finish, but the killing intent in his eyes said it all.

"I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."

With that, Jack paid no more attention to Isabella, who had collapsed on the ground, her face ashen. Taking William's photo, he turned and strode out of the hotel.

Watching Jack's retreating figure, sunlight from the hotel entrance fell on Isabella, but she couldn't feel any warmth...