Chapter 966

If it weren't for their bitter past, Wilhelmina might've admitted that Jack was undeniably charming. But now? No.

Why had he followed her? Was he truly a devil in disguise?

Wilhelmina froze, her face suddenly pale as panic flashed in her eyes. She couldn't bear to meet Jack's gaze and deliberately looked away. Inside, she was anxious and confused, unsure of Jack's intentions or whether she should seize the moment to

slip away.

For the first time in her life, she felt utterly lost.

It was as though Jack could read her mind. He slowly took a sip of his wine and asked, "Do you want to leave?"

The moonlight spilled across his figure, casting a silver sheen over his suit and angular features. He looked like a monarch cloaked in night, with irresistible charm.

Jack was a master of perception. He noticed every flicker in Wilhelmina's expression.

Wilhelmina's panic deepened the moment her thoughts were exposed. The fear that Jack might truly be some kind of devil tightened in her chest.

She didn't dare to turn back and look at him, and she didn't want to speak. Her only instinct was to get as far away from him as possible.

But just as she was about to leave, Jack closed the distance in a few quick strides and stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Her subtle, elegant fragrance drifted toward him, and he inhaled deliberately.

Jack's eyes lingered on her boldly. A faint smile curved on his lips as he said, "Smells great."

Wilhelmina's body stiffened with a slight shiver. She would've slapped anyone who spoke to her like that.

But this was Jack. So, she didn't even dare to lift a hand.

Wilhelmina was afraid of him. No matter the comparison-family, talent, or resources—she lost every time.

When she remained silent, Jack's

voice turned colder, his tone edged with warning. "If you don't speak, might have to remind you who youre dealing with. Dont test m patience. From the moment you dared to challenge me, you

should've known that I have ample reasons to kill you."

It was the first time anyone had spoken to her with such cold, ruthless words. Wilhelmina felt a rush of fear and injustice rise in her chest. At last, she lifted her head, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "What... What do you want from me?"

"You've been targeting me from the start, and now you are asking me what I want?"

Jack's eyes narrowed as he

continued, "When Genesis Games

fell, you made matters worse by colluding with outsiders to go against your fiancé. Wilhelmina you're so shameless Even if decide to kill you, Mr. Dodger wouldn't be

able to defend you."

Wilhelmina's body shook with fury at the insult. "That's not true! Do you really think I'm that heartless?"

Jack let out a cold laugh. "Aren't you?"

"You..." Wilhelmina glared at Jack. Then, she forced herself to calm down and said, "Just tell me what you're after."

Jack slowly turned the wine glass in his hand and chuckled. "You have a good memory, right? You should remember the promise we made when we first met. Don't you?"

Her face lost all color. Jack wasn't going to let her off. Sooner or later, this moment was bound to come.

Tears welled up in Wilhelmina's eyes. In truth, she hadn't cried in years—not since she could remember. She had always been strong, almost untouchable, carrying herself like a goddess above the crowd.

Men admired her, chased her, and revolved around her. No one had ever dared to

go against her. But in front of Jack, she realized how vulnerable she was.

Humiliation. Anger. Frustration. Helplessness.

A storm of emotions surged inside Wilhelmina.