NovelUpdateChapter 726: "Hey, you..." They spoke in unison.
Jules, with a slight tilt of his head, motioned for her to go ahead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why do you think Jacob has stuck with the Ford family all these years?" Corrine couldn't hold back her curiosity.
She had no doubts about Jacob's loyalty and protection, but his complex relationship with Jonathan Martel was another story. They were neither true friends nor enemies. Yet, their familiarity hinted at something deeper— long-lost acquaintances, perhaps? The contradictions between them were too tangled to ignore.
Jules lit a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he took a long drag. His voice emerged slowly, like smoke curling in the air. "I'm more interested in Jonathan's stance on you." Corrine lowered her gaze, her expression unreadable, and replied casually, "He probably wants to useas a pawn to threaten Nate." "I told you to steer clear of Nate, but you wouldn't listen," Jules scoffed. “Now look at you—within days, and you're already targeted by his enemy." "Well, it's a little too late for warnings, don't you think?" she shot back. Jules fell silent, unable to argue with that. "It's getting late. Takeback to Celtis Estate," Corrine said, her tone a mix of finality and weariness. "Understood," Jules replied with a sigh.
He flicked the cigarette out the window, started the car, and they drove off.
From the second floor of the casino, Jacob watched as their car disappeared into the distance before turning back inside.
Explore more fiction on galnovs.☐☐☐ He cast a cold, emotionless glance at Jonathan, who lounged in the chair, and then spat out a nlike it was venom, "Jolene Sampson." Jonathan's eyes darkened abruptly, his gaze turning sinister as he locked eyes with Jacob. "You crafty old man, are you fooling me?" Jacob locked eyes with Jonathan, his gaze steady and unflinching. "You're not the only survivor in this game. I thought you'd have figured that out by now." "What do you mean?" A flicker of emotion flitted across Jonathan's face, his eyes flashing with a thousand unspoken thoughts as he studied Jacob intently.
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If Jacob himself spoke of others surviving, then there wereothers Hidden, waiting.
The realization crashed over Jonathan like a cold wave, freezing the blood in his veins. He fought to mask his growing excitement, but the tremor of his fingers betrayed him.
Jacob's expression remained impassive as he nonchalantly m his retrieved a piece of gum from a pocket and began chewing, his face an unreadable mask. “I've said everything I need to."
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