CHAPTER 910: CHAPTER 910: HE AMAZED THE WORLD (PART 1)

Jude Crawford stood handsomely and upright in the corridor; the sky was clear today, but he felt an inexplicable chill.

What was she hiding in her hand?

What secrets lay in her heart?

"Young master, is something the matter?" At this moment, Butler Thorne walked over and asked in a low voice.

Jude’s handsome face remained unmoved. After a few seconds, he parted his thin lips slightly, "Later, I need to see the paper that the young madam is hiding in her hand, understand?"

Butler Thorne nodded respectfully, "Yes."

...

After the wedding, following a night of passion, Isabelle Willow had already fallen into a deep sleep in Jude Crawford’s embrace.

Jude’s sturdy back leaned lazily against the headboard. He held a lit cigarette between the fingers of his right hand while his left arm cradled Isabelle, letting her lie comfortably in his strong embrace.

He lowered his eyes, smoking, and his gaze lingered long on Isabelle’s enchanting small face.

Just then came a "knock knock" at the door, followed by Butler Thorne’s voice from outside, "Young master."

Jude got out of bed, opened the bedroom door.

"Young master, this is what you wanted." Butler Thorne handed over the piece of drawing paper, "This seems to be something very important to the young madam, it was locked in the drawer."

Jude took the paper, "I see, you may go."

"Yes."

Jude closed the door. He extinguished the half-burned cigarette in the ashtray and then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Glancing at the still-sleeping Isabelle, he slowly unfolded the paper.

More than fifty-year-old Jude appeared before his own eyes.

Jude’s pupils constricted violently at that moment; he looked at the face on the paper that was both familiar and strange, who was he?

The man on the paper was only a silhouette, yet it exuded a profound sense of power and command borne of the years, clearly a figure accustomed to authority.

His shoulders were broad, yet his temples bore the white of age, already marked deeply by time’s passage.

Jude stared in a daze at this man, as Isabelle’s hand must have been gentle and lingering when she sketched him, tracing every feature as if her hand, in a dream, had stroked his face countless times.

The paper still bore mottled traces, remnants of her fallen tears.

Jude remembered the scene when he’d entered that door, Isabelle looking at the back of the man on the paper, her face awash with tears.

In that instant, he knew, the man on the paper was the love of her life.

Who was he?

Why did he resemble himself so much?

She loved him, but then what was he?

Jude clutched the paper, his heart already in turmoil. This was now the fourth year since he and she first met. Back then, at the temple, he had collided with her shimmering eyes, eyes that were brimming with love.

She seemed to have fallen in love with him very early on.

As though, before he even knew her, she was already deeply in love with him.

Jude wondered if her fervent love for him was all because of this man?

Was he merely a substitute for this man?

Who exactly was this man?

...

Jude did not tell anyone about this man. He began to personally investigate the man.

But, it seemed as if this man simply did not exist in this world. No matter how thoroughly he searched, he found no trace of this man.

Jude personally sifted through many people; any man who bore even a slight resemblance to him was personally examined, with none overlooked.

This man, with the passage of time, had already sunk to the depths of the sea.

Of course, this did not affect Jude and Isabelle’s blissful married life, and Isabelle’s jewelry brand, Queen, was already preparing to go public.

In the Rolls-Royce luxury car.

Yara Linden looked at the man beside her, "Jude, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."

Jude rested both of his large hands on the steering wheel, his thin lips curving slightly, "Go on."

"I really like jewelry design, and my Queen is about to be listed."

The current jewelry brand, Queen, was known as Fly in her past life. Soon after, Queen became a classic masterpiece of jewelry, becoming a legend for centuries to come.

Before, yearning for Fly, loving freedom, now, staying by his side, she would become her own Queen.

Jude raised an eyebrow, "And then?"

"Would you like to acquire my Queen and make it part of our family business?"

Jude reached out his large hand to hold her small, delicate hand, giving it a loving squeeze, "No need, Queen is yours, and you are mine. You are my Queen!"

Isabelle’s heart warmed. Indeed, with his business empire, he could easily acquire her Queen and bring it under his domain, yet he said there was no need, graciously providing her with privacy and freedom.

In the future, all her glory would be hers. His love for her was no longer about control but about standing together as equals.

This man was handsome, mature, wise, and wealthy, providing her with the most reasonable guidance and advice, protecting her as she grew.

Isabelle slowly leaned over, wrapping her small hands around his sturdy arm, resting her small head on his proud shoulder, her eyes curving into a smile, "Jude, thank you."

The red light came, and the Rolls-Royce slowly came to a stop. Jude turned his gaze and kissed her red lips.

"Don’t just speak empty words. How will you thank me? Perhaps by offering yourself?"

...

Isabelle’s jewelry brand, Queen, officially went public, stunning and shaking the entire jewelry world. Queen, like a whirlwind, permeated people’s lives, becoming the jewelry classic pursued by all young girls and noblewomen.

Two years later, when Isabelle was 21, she attended the highly anticipated and dazzling Charity Night, surpassing all her peers to top the major entertainment magazines.

That night, Isabelle wore a red strapless gown, her silky black hair draping over her smooth shoulders. The silk red dress perfectly outlined her fair and lovely figure, the skirt having a slit that revealed glimpses of her slender, fair legs as she walked, breathtakingly beautiful.

After the charity event, all the media rushed in, eager to interview her, but the staff apologetically said, "Miss Willow has already left."

All the media ran to the lobby to see, only to catch sight of a long black luxury car speeding away.

The back window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome and aristocratic face.

Jude Crawford.

In those two years, Jude Crawford had also reached the pinnacle of his life. Recently, the Forbes Rich List had just been unveiled, and Jude Crawford had taken the top spot; it was rumored that his net worth had already reached trillions.

His business empire spanned the globe, encompassing real estate, technology, entertainment, and various other industries. The name Jude Crawford had become synonymous with an era, stunning all of time itself.