Chapter 1097:
Darkness clouded Johnny's face. “Who are you? How are you so knowledgeable about my family?”
Jayden cracked a slight smile and disclosed, “Because | was the architect behind the downfall of Charlie's
empire.”
Johnny stood immobilized, his eyes locked on Jayden. The news hit him like a thunderclap; he struggled to grasp
the full impact. After a prolonged silence, uncertainty flickered across his face. “Could you be Jayden Owen? The
very traitor who backstabbed Charlie?”
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With a slight lift of his eyebrow, Jayden responded, a touch of irony in his tone, “It seems my reputation precedes
me.”
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Fury overtook Johnny, his voice rising to a shout. “Damn your eyes! If it weren't for your betrayal, my brother,
my sister-in-law, and | wouldn’t be trapped in this nightmare. You've wrecked everything, you damned bastard!”
As Johnny lunged angrily, Jayden smoothly stepped aside and retorted with a smirk, “Why the wrath? Imagine for
a moment—breaking away from Charlie's clutches to run your own life.”
Johnny seethed. “Bad? You're kidding! Killing was lucrative; it kept our pockets lined. Now look at the sorry state
we're in—all thanks to you. | swear, I'll end you.” With a furious howl, Johnny made a desperate charge.
In one fluid motion, Jayden drew a gun and fired, striking Johnny squarely in the chest. Collapsing, Johnny
clutched at his chest, gasping out his burning question. “How... how do you have a gun?”
Jayden held the gun aloft, its metal glinting coldly. “I picked it up in the motel. Notice the crest on it? It was once
the property of your faction.”
Gritting his teeth in agony, Johnny rasped, “Damn! My vengeance won't end here.”
With a cold snort, Jayden waved the gun dismissively. “Vengeance, you say? As you descend into hell, do extend
my regards to the souls you wronged. See if they're as forgiving.”
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Enraged and in pain, Johnny spat blood and succumbed to his injuries. Jayden, with a smirk, mused on the irony
of encountering Charlie's followers at a mere motel. His luck was indeed cursed.
Jayden stowed his gun and headed back to the car, only to find Elyse curled up under a small blanket, shivering
uncontrollably. Upon seeing her like that, he couldn't resist concocting a mischievous plan.
Suddenly, he grabbed her ankle and declared, “Gotcha at last!” Elyse’s scream pierced the silence, quickly
followed by muffled sobs.
In that moment, Jayden realized his joke had gone too far. He quickly yanked back the blanket and, seeing her
crying while she shielded her face with her hands, he hastened to clarify, “It's just me, not a villain. I've taken
care of all the threats. There's no need to be scared.