Chapter 332

At the Kingston government office, the phone rang sharply, cutting through the heavy silence.

Jasmine lifted the receiver without breaking her stride. "Jasmine here."

"Jasmine, we have a situation!" Kelly's voice burst out, urgent and tense.

She paused, her brow furrowing. "What's happened?"

"Alex has been arrested by the Chicago military!" Kelly swiftly recounted the details, her voice clipped and precise.

As Jasmine listened, her expression darkened, eyes narrowing with every word.

"Using the Chicago military to snatch him? Whoever orchestrated this has serious connections."

"Jasmine, I bet it's one of the Chicago Lords flexing their muscle-probably the Jones family," Kelly growled.

"Yesterday Alex tore through the Jones' estate, crippled Tom's son, all to protect you. They won't let that slide."

"It definitely smells like the Jones' handiwork," Jasmine said grimly.

"But Tom alone couldn't summon military power. Another Lord must be backing him."

"I'm mobilizing Vermont's military immediately," Kelly said fiercely.

"Father already has his troops ready. We're prepared to go to war over this."

"I'll rally Vancouver's forces as well," Jasmine said with cold determination.

"Find out exactly where Alex is locked up. Leave the rest to me. If they don't free him willingly, we'll burn Chicago to the ground."

Ending the call, Jasmine immediately contacted her general in Vancouver, issuing swift and decisive orders.

The battle lines were drawn. This time, it was a fight to the death.

Inside the Chicago military base, at a barren drill ground, Alex was violently thrown into a massive cage.

Inside were about fifty ragged prisoners, their bodies frail from starvation and neglect.

Some bore festering wounds crawling with maggots.

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, scorching the prisoners without relief.

Alex stumbled in, hollow, lifeless eyes turned toward him. One prisoner, gaunt and weathered, broke

what crime did you commit

the Montclairs because they're arrogant," Alex

elderly man, skin hanging loosely from his fragile

is the wiser choice. This cage is no place for

the old man's gaze. "What's your

a lord's son called out. I didn't

years?" Alex gasped,

old man chuckled darkly, shaking

He pointed to a man

at him for five seconds. Jealousy

He pointed again.

crime was even simpler. A bird dirtied a lord's fancy coat outside

from a soldier interrupted them. "Shut your

of rotten food onto the

hungry eyes followed, but only two older prisoners stepped

pitiful portions into tiny

stared in disbelief at the pathetic crumbs. "This is

man nodded

us

But we refuse to become animals. Instead, we split it evenly and wait

fists clenched, fury igniting deep inside him.

and ignore justice?

scoffed one prisoner bitterly. "They think they're

old man coughed

"Don't

ask our king why he sits on a throne while we,

glanced at the old man, his eyes sorrowful. "I'm sorry,

man gave a knowing

The True

finally go home,"

sleep in

another man said, choking

my wife was four months pregnant. Our

barked

wife committed suicide-killed herself and the unborn

handle the

mouth!"

this hellhole, my son will

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