<b>Chapter </b><b>66 </b>
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Connor Haxton stood at the window of the conference room, watching Jade Morgan walking across
the Transcendent Military Alliancepound. His brow furrowed as he turned to Ethan.
“There’s something off about her,” Connor said, keeping his voice low despite being alone with
Ethan. “Herbat skills are far too exceptional for a high school student. And have you noticed her ent? It doesn’t quite match Cloud City.”
Ethan nced up from hisptop. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’m not sure, but no teenager fights like that. The way she took down those mercenaries–it was
textbook perfect. Military grade. And her confidence… it’s unnerving.”
“Perhaps,” Ethan replied, his tone measured. “But let’s not rush to conclusions. Whatever her
background, she’s proven herself a valuable ally. For now, that’s enough.”
Connor frowned. “You’re being unusually cautious. Normally you’d want every detail about someone
like her.”
“Sometimes wisdom lies in patience, Connor.” Ethan closed hisptop. “Besides, I’d rather not make
an enemy of someone who defeated thirty–five mercenary leaders without breaking a sweat.”
The conversation was interrupted by Ethan’s phone. He checked the caller ID and sighed before
answering.
“Alexander. I thought you were heading to Venezu.”
‘Change of ns, Uncle,” came the young voice. “I was thinking ofing straight back to the States
instead.”
“Good decision,” Ethan replied. “Return home immediately.”
“There’s something else,” Alexander added hesitantly. “Grandma has arranged another dinner with the Sullivan family. She wants you to meet their daughter.”
Ethan’s expression hardened. “I have absolutely no interest in the Sullivan heiress. Make that clear
to her.”
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“But <b>Grandma </b><b>insists-</b>”
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“I don’t care what she insists. End of discussion.” Ethan ended the call abruptly, his jaw tight with
irritation.
Connor raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
On a private ind in the Caribbean, a group of men sat around a polished obsidian table. The room was dimly lit, with state–of–the–art security systems visible at every entrance.
“The footage from Venezu is concerning,” said a man in an impable suit, sliding a tablet across the table. “This woman, who calls herself Jade Morgan, disys fighting techniques identical to
Shadow’s.”
The figure at the head of the table watched the video of Jade dismantling thirty–five opponents with clinical precision. His face remained impassive, but his fingers tightened slightly on his armrest.
“Shadow was trained with countless resources by our organization,” he finally said, his voice cold and dismissive. “No one deserves to bepared to her.”
“But sir, the simrities are undeniable. The same uniquebination of techniques, the same
efficiency-”
“Enough,” the leader cut him off. “What do we know about this girl?”
Another man cleared his throat. “She ims to be the new leader of Titan Defense Group. She’s operating in Venezu, seemingly with Transcendent Military Alliance’s blessing.”
“Investigate her thoroughly,” the leader ordered. “If she’s one of Shadow’s protégés, eliminate her immediately.”
“There’s more,” the first man added. “Our preliminary investigation shows she’s never left Cloud City before this trip to Venezu. There’s no record of her ever encountering Shadow.”
“That’s impossible,” the leader snapped. “No one naturally fights like that.”
“We’ve discovered something else,” the second man continued. “Three months ago–around the time <b>of </b>Shadow’s death–this Jade Morgan underwent a dramatic personality change. From an overweight, bullied teenager to… this.”
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The leader leaned forward, suddenly interested. “And her background?”
“That’s the most intriguing part,” the man replied. “She’s not actually a Morgan. She’s from the Sullivan family in New York.”
The leader’s eyes narrowed. “Continue surveince. I want to know everything about her.”
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Jade’s POV:
I spotted Ethan Haxtoning down the hallway of the Transcendent Military Alliancepound, his expensive shoes clicking against the polished floor. It waste, and I hadn’t expected to run into
anyone.
“Can’t sleep, Miss Morgan?” he asked, stopping a respectful distance away.
“Just stretching my legs,” I replied, studying his face. He looked perfectly put together even at this
hour.
“I could keep youpany if you’d like,” he offered with a slight smile.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Getting addicted to sleeping in sofa, Mr. Haxton?”
His smile didn’t waver. “Just trying to be hospitable.”
“I’m curious,” I said, taking a step closer. “Do you think you could beat me in a fight?”
The question seemed to amuse him. “I doubt there are many people in this world who would be a
match for you, Miss Morgan.”
“Smart answer.” I tilted my head. “Aren’t you afraid I might break your wrist?”
“Should I be?” His eyes met mine, unflinching.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed. It was Night,
I answered, putting it on speaker without thinking. “Yes?<b>” </b>
“I’m sending you some Macan M whisky to celebrate your La Corona record,” Night’s voice came through clearly. “Breaking Nobody’s thirty–three–win streak deserves something special.”
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“Thanks,” I replied. “While you’re at it, add it to the list of bottles I owe to certain people. Five hundred dors for one…”
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“You’ve be easy to please,” Night chuckled. “I remember when you wouldn’t touch anything less than thirty–year–old single malts.”
I noticed Ethan watching me with interest and quickly switched to text messaging.
On my phone, I typed to Night: <i>I </i><i>need </i><i>you </i><i>to </i>sell <i>the </i>cars at <i>my </i><i>Monaco </i><i>vi</i><i>. </i><i>Keep the </i><i>Koenigsegg One</i><i>:</i><i>1</i><i>, </i><i>but </i>get <i>rid </i>of <i>the </i><i>rest</i>.
Night’s reply came quickly: <i>Money </i><i>problems</i>? <i>That’s </i><i>new</i>. <i>Your </i><i>offshore </i><i>ounts </i><i>are </i><i>untouched</i>.
<i>They’re </i><i>being </i><i>monitored</i>. <i>Using </i><i>them </i><i>would </i><i>alert </i><i>Shadow </i><i>Organization</i>.
<i>How </i>much <i>do </i><i>you </i>need<i>? </i>A <i>few </i><i>million</i>? I <i>can </i><i>transfer </i><i>it </i><i>immediately</i>.
I nced at Ethan, who was pretending not to be interested in my conversation.
<i>I </i><i>need </i><i>to </i><i>pay </i><i>Titan </i><i>Defense </i><i>Group </i><i>properly </i><i>and </i><i>build </i><i>a </i><i>four</i><i>–</i><i>thousand </i><i>square </i><i>foot </i><i>vi</i>. <i>The </i><i>usual </i><i>rates</i>.
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