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'Jordan's here.'The crowd stiffened. This was the moment they'd all feared. Sure, Jordan was powerful—but Joey? Joey had military and political connections.
Joey might play the businessman, but in Seavale, his word was law. A vice president of the chamber, a man who could ruin lives with a phone call.
Jordan was young, his rise meteoric, but his roots shallow. They mused, 'Can he really challenge Joey?' Yet his notorious brutality had earned him enemies. 'Would today force him to back down?'
Joey's foot was already mid-kick when the voice stopped him. He turned, lip curling. "Look who showed up! Your wife's got no manners—see what she did to mine? I'm just returning the favor. Got a problem with that?"
Kevin, who'd just arrived, had no context but knew one thing: Stella would never start a fight.
Before he could speak, Jordan cut in, his tone icy. "My wife provoked yours? That's your joke for the day?" He advanced, each step deliberate.
Stella was completely shielded beneath Kevin—only her shorn hair and bloodied face visible. The exposed skin bore fresh bruises, and from what little could be seen, she might not even be fully clothed.
Jordan's anger burned hotter the longer he looked. He'd been delayed by something urgent before coming and never imagined Stella would walk into this kind of mess. If he'd known, he would've been here sooner.
"I saw it with my own eyes!" Joey snapped coldly.
Jordan moved to Stella's side and motioned for Kevin to step back. Kevin knew he should, but the thought of leaving her exposed made him hesitate—until he quickly started shrugging off his own jacket.
Jordan was faster. He'd already stripped off his coat and draped it over Stella before gathering her into his arms. His chest tightened at how fragile she looked.
He'd never so much as laid a finger on her, and yet these people had dared to hurt her like this. "Look at her. You really expect me to believe she attacked first?"
Joey's gaze flickered over the bruises and cuts visible on Stella's arms and legs. He said coldly, "I only believe what I saw."
Jordan looked down at Stella, his voice softer but no less intense. "Tell me. Who started it?"
Stella was barely conscious, but she knew Jordan wouldn't let this go. He needed a reason—one she had to give him. "They did," she whispered, her voice weak but clear in the silent hall.
Stella continued, "Troy's aunt said... she'd been waiting for a chance to teach me a lesson. I only fought back when I had the opportunity."
Joey scoffed loudly. "And who can prove that? Huh? Anyone?"
Kevin scanned the crowd, but no one stepped forward. He wanted to help, but he hadn't witnessed it—what could he say?
A cold smirk curled Jordan's lips. "Of course, no one dares speak up when you ask. But there are security cameras here—let's just review the footage and see the truth for ourselves."
Joey's face darkened like a thundercloud, his glare boring into Jordan with undisguised warning.
Without another word, Jordan scooped Stella into his arms and barked at his assistant, "Secure the premises. No one leaves—not a single person."
"Jordan! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Joey's voice cracked with rage.
"We'll settle this later," Jordan shot back without turning.
Joey might play the businessman, but in Seavale, his word was law. A vice president of the chamber, a man who could ruin lives with a phone call.
Jordan was young, his rise meteoric, but his roots shallow. They mused, 'Can he really challenge Joey?' Yet his notorious brutality had earned him enemies. 'Would today force him to back down?'
Joey's foot was already mid-kick when the voice stopped him. He turned, lip curling. "Look who showed up! Your wife's got no manners—see what she did to mine? I'm just returning the favor. Got a problem with that?"
Kevin, who'd just arrived, had no context but knew one thing: Stella would never start a fight.
Before he could speak, Jordan cut in, his tone icy. "My wife provoked yours? That's your joke for the day?" He advanced, each step deliberate.
Stella was completely shielded beneath Kevin—only her shorn hair and bloodied face visible. The exposed skin bore fresh bruises, and from what little could be seen, she might not even be fully clothed.
Jordan's anger burned hotter the longer he looked. He'd been delayed by something urgent before coming and never imagined Stella would walk into this kind of mess. If he'd known, he would've been here sooner.
"I saw it with my own eyes!" Joey snapped coldly.
Jordan moved to Stella's side and motioned for Kevin to step back. Kevin knew he should, but the thought of leaving her exposed made him hesitate—until he quickly started shrugging off his own jacket.
Jordan was faster. He'd already stripped off his coat and draped it over Stella before gathering her into his arms. His chest tightened at how fragile she looked.
He'd never so much as laid a finger on her, and yet these people had dared to hurt her like this. "Look at her. You really expect me to believe she attacked first?"
Joey's gaze flickered over the bruises and cuts visible on Stella's arms and legs. He said coldly, "I only believe what I saw."
Jordan looked down at Stella, his voice softer but no less intense. "Tell me. Who started it?"
Stella was barely conscious, but she knew Jordan wouldn't let this go. He needed a reason—one she had to give him. "They did," she whispered, her voice weak but clear in the silent hall.
Stella continued, "Troy's aunt said... she'd been waiting for a chance to teach me a lesson. I only fought back when I had the opportunity."
Joey scoffed loudly. "And who can prove that? Huh? Anyone?"
Kevin scanned the crowd, but no one stepped forward. He wanted to help, but he hadn't witnessed it—what could he say?
A cold smirk curled Jordan's lips. "Of course, no one dares speak up when you ask. But there are security cameras here—let's just review the footage and see the truth for ourselves."
Joey's face darkened like a thundercloud, his glare boring into Jordan with undisguised warning.
Without another word, Jordan scooped Stella into his arms and barked at his assistant, "Secure the premises. No one leaves—not a single person."
"Jordan! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Joey's voice cracked with rage.
"We'll settle this later," Jordan shot back without turning.
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