CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: THE PATRIARCH, MAFIA BOSS, MAKES HIS ENTRANCE

In a certain hotel, Sean Sinclair stood in front of the bed, skillfully getting dressed.

Jessica Hart, dressed in a sexy deep V-nightgown, got up and leaned over, wrapping her arms around his waist, saying coyly, "Darling, can’t you stay and keep me company?"

Sean gently moved Jessica’s hands off of him, softly responding, "Jessica, you know I have to go to work at the company."

Jessica pouted discontentedly, complaining, "You’re shameless for even saying that! I’ve been unemployed for so long. When will you let me go back to work?"

Sean frowned, "It’s not that I don’t want to help you. You’ve offended Caden Hawthorne. Even my dad has to act according to his whims. I have no influence at the company. Just wait a bit longer."

"Wait? How long do I have to wait?" Jessica was getting anxious.

"Not too much longer." Sean placed his hand on her shoulder, comforting her, "Once the situation stabilizes, I’ll definitely help you get back to your position."

Upon hearing this, Jessica pouted, "Alright then!"

At that moment, Sean received a phone call.

"Hello..."

On the other end was Sean’s assistant, and after telling him something, Sean’s expression suddenly changed, "What?"

Jessica got off the bed, looking at Sean with confusion, unable to resist asking, "Darling, what’s wrong?"

"Okay, I got it." After hanging up, Sean looked at Jessica and without saying a word, slapped her.

"Smack—" The crisp sound of a slap was heard, and Jessica held her face, staring at Sean in disbelief.

"Darling, why did you hit me?"

Sean’s eyes flashed with anger, "Jessica Hart, are you trying to ruin me?"

Saying this, Sean opened his phone, clicked on the video sent by the assistant, and angrily questioned, "Did you send this video?"

Jessica took a glance, feeling inexplicably guilty, and pretended to be innocent, shaking her head, "It wasn’t me, Sean. I don’t know how the video got out. My phone was broken and sent for repair, you know that."

Sean was furious, "Jessica Hart, stop lying. Do you know the consequences of what you did? You’re trying to destroy Vivian Lynch."

Hearing this, Jessica suddenly became unhappy and retorted angrily, "Fine! Sean Sinclair, it’s all about Vivian Lynch with you. Don’t forget, she’s already broken up with you. I’m your girlfriend now. How can you hit me for her?"

Sean glared at Jessica, "You know perfectly well how difficult Vivian Lynch’s situation is, yet you do something like this. You’re really disappointing me."

Jessica’s eyes brimmed with tears as her voice became sharp, "I’m disappointing you? What has Vivian Lynch done that’s so great? Isn’t she just using her looks to seduce men everywhere? You’re treating me like this for her. Have you ever thought about my feelings?"

Sean took a deep breath, trying to control his anger, "Enough! I’ll handle this matter. You better pray there aren’t any more incidents, or I won’t let you off." With that, Sean turned and began to leave.

Jessica quickly grabbed him, "Sean, don’t go. I know I was wrong. I won’t do this again. Please forgive me this time, okay?"

Sean coldly shook off her hand, "We’ll talk after I resolve this matter."

Then he left the hotel room without looking back.

Jessica collapsed on the ground, filled with anger and jealousy, and pounded the floor, cursing viciously, "Vivian Lynch, you bitch, I won’t let you get away with this!"

Inside an abandoned factory, a man was tied to a chair with a white cloth stuffed in his mouth.

A group of bodyguards surrounded a masked man, who was brought a stool to sit on.

The masked man wore a black long coat, its hem fluttering slightly in the wind, like a ghost in the night.

His figure was tall and slender, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with the mask covering most of his face, revealing only his deep, cold eyes, glinting sharply as though they could pierce through people’s hearts.

His hair was dark and thick, slightly disheveled, adding a touch of ruggedness.

The mask was carved with mysterious patterns, emitting an eerie aura in the dim light, intimidating anyone who glanced at it.

He raised his hand slightly, signaling the bodyguards to remove the cloth from the man’s mouth.

The man looked at him in terror, his voice trembling as he asked, "Who... who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?"

The masked man let out a low chuckle, casually fiddling with a string of ebony Buddha Beads in his hand.

"You don’t need to know who I am. You only need to realize that you’ve angered someone you shouldn’t have."

Upon seeing the Buddha Beads in his hand, the man racked his brain, feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar, as if he’d seen it somewhere before.

Suddenly, his expression changed, as if he had realized something, and he couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock, "You, you are The Patriarch of the mafia?"

He had seen a photo on the internet and heard that in recent years, a mafia organization had emerged. Its head, this mafia boss, was known for always wearing Buddha Beads, earning him the nickname "The Patriarch" among his mafia brothers.

The masked man smirked coldly, "Seems you are not entirely foolish. Since you know, you should understand why I captured you."

The man said fearfully, "Could it be because of that video on the internet?"

"You slandered my wife. How should we settle this account?" The Patriarch crossed his legs, placed the Buddha Beads back on his wrist, and folded his hands together, coldly staring at him.

The man fearfully pleaded, shaking his head quickly, "It wasn’t me, The Patriarch, have mercy. I didn’t know Vivian Lynch was your wife. I was just following someone’s orders."

The Patriarch’s eyes sharpened, "Under someone’s orders? Tell me, who ordered you?"

"I..." The man hesitated, unwilling to speak.

The Patriarch seemed to have lost his patience and waved his hand. A nearby bodyguard placed a dagger against the man’s neck, "Will you talk or not?"

The man quickly begged for mercy, "I’ll talk, The Patriarch, I’ll talk. It was... a woman. She gave me some money to have the video released."

"Who was that woman?" The masked man pursued.

The man answered with a trembling voice, "I don’t know her name. She wore sunglasses and a mask. I couldn’t see her face. But her figure and voice somewhat resemble... like Jessica Hart from our school."

The Patriarch’s eyes gleamed sharply, "Very good, give him a lesson."

"Yes," replied the bodyguard.

Suddenly, The Patriarch’s phone rang. Without thinking, he pressed to answer.

Soon, his expression gradually darkened.

"Alright, I’ll come over immediately."

After hanging up, The Patriarch stood up and instructed, "Keep an eye on him, deal with him when I return."

With that, The Patriarch led a few bodyguards and ran towards the outside of the factory.