NovelBookChapter 724: The moment Hell laid eyes on Jacob, his gaze turned as dark as storm clouds, and his sharp eyes shifted to his confidant, Bleacher.
Under the weight of Hell's icy stare, a bead of cold sweat traced its way down Bleacher's temple.
His gaze dropped to the floor, but his eyes betrayed him, unwillingly locking onto Jacob.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis old man was nothing short of a mystery.
No matter where his boss hid, Jacob always seemed to appear as if by magic, as if he were a force of nature with the power to defy logic. Despite Bleacher's team having been scattered throughout the casino, Jacob had slipped by undetected, as if he were a shadow.
The very air seemed to freeze around Jacob, and for a brief moment, the entire casino appeared to pause in deference to his presence.
Jules blinked in surprise upon seeing Jacob, his voice barely a whisper. "Jacob." While Jules was taken aback, Corrine's eyes danced with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
How did Jacob know she was here? And why did he appear at the most perfect of moments? Corrine collected herself and asked with controlled calm, “Jacob, what brings you here?" Jacob pursed his lips, offering a weak explanation. "I just happened to pass by." Just happened to pass by... Again with this? What were the odds that he would “just happen" to appear exactly when she needed him? Corrine's skepticism was palpable, and Jacob sensed it. He paused for a moment and then added, "I saw Jules' car parked outside and followed in, concerned." His words acted like a beam of light, cutting through the cloud of doubt in Corrine's mind.
Dive into the story world at galnovalsWasn't this exactly what Jacob had always done for her over the years? Like a silent protector, he was always there, a shadow watching over her.
How could she let doubts cloud her trust in him after everything? "I've worried you again," Corrine said quietly.
It was a simple sentence, but it filled Jacob's chest with a warmth that he hadn't expected.
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Jacob straightened, the coldness in his eyes returning "Miss Holland, you should leave. Corrine shouldn't be here, especially not with Hell around.
With that thought, he turned his gaze toward Hell, still lounging carelessly e in his chair.
Hell sat there, unaffected, as though the entire world were a mere trinket in his hands. Nothing seemed to faze him.
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