All Chapters of LUCAN VALE: THE GHOST ASSASSIN: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Meanwhile, Adrian Kincaid walked out of Charlie Smith's office with the same smooth, unreadable expression he'd worn walking in. His face was a mask of polished marble that revealed absolutely nothing of his inner thoughts or the satisfaction he was undoubtedly feeling after successfully turning Charlie against his own family. Although Charlie didn't say yes, yet, Kincaid could already tell that it was only a matter of time. In fact, it was always inevitable that Charlie would turn against his own family after the treatment he just got. Kincaid was merely, just speeding up the process and making sure his rage and hatred didn't go to waste. Kincaid moved through the Smith Royale offices, and he gave a polite, almost imperceptible nod to Tristan, the secretary, as he passed the man's desk. The gesture was perfectly calibrated, friendly enough to be remembered positively, but brief enough to avoid any real conversation.The other employees of Smith Royale watched him navigate throug

Not only were they undertrained, they were annoyingly arrogant. It was clear now why Selene didn't have confidence in them to protect her. The realization settled in Jason's gut like a stone.Hell, even he wouldn't feel safe with such an awful security team. He hadn't seen them in action yet, but he could already tell they were close to useless based on what little he could observe. Their posture, their attitude, the way they carried themselves, it all screamed complacency.They had the kind of attitude that got people killed in the field because they'd already decided their opponent wasn't a threat before the first move was made. Jason, being a professional assassin, had come across people like this before. Men who mistook size for skill, who confused years of service with actual competence. And honestly? He always enjoyed teaching them otherwise. It was a lesson that stuck.He walked to the center of the mat with unhurried confidence, his movements loose and controlled. His footfall

By the door, Helen stood frozen like a statue, her smug smile completely erased from her face. Her mind struggled to process what she'd just witnessed, trying to reconcile her assumptions with reality. This hadn't been a fight. It had been a demonstration. A lesson delivered with brutal efficiency."Holy shit," Stephen whispered beside her, his voice barely audible but full of awe. "He didn't even break a sweat. He took down twelve guys and he's barely breathing hard."Helen didn't respond. She couldn't. For the first time since meeting Jason, since that first verbal sparring match, she had nothing witty or insulting to say. Her usual arsenal of cutting remarks had completely failed her. She was simply, utterly, thoroughly impressed, and that feeling was deeply uncomfortable.Jason gave Brandon a curt nod, accepting the concession without fanfare or gloating. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other now." He rolled his shoulders, feeling the tension release from the muscles, the fami

One by one, the other men nodded in agreement, their expressions echoing their leader's newfound respect.Jason gave a single, curt nod in return. "Good. Now get back to your jobs. Tomorrow will be harder."Without another word, the team began to file out of the garage, leaving behind the lingering scent of sweat and the heavy silence of their exhaustion.Jason watched them go, leaving him alone in the quiet of the garage. He rolled his own shoulders, feeling none of the exhaustion that had crippled the security team. He walked back toward the house, his stride unhurried and relaxed.Selene was waiting by the large glass doors, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. She had been watching the last few minutes of the session."You don't even look like you've broken a sweat," she remarked, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and admiration as he approached.Jason gave a slight shrug. "It was a light warm-up."She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Thank you, Jason. Really

The sound of birds chirping nervously from a nearby tree, startled by the brief explosion of violence echoed in everyone's ears. Jason stood in the middle of the street. He looked like a calm center in a storm of unconscious bodies. He dusted off his hands, his gaze locking onto Cole Vargas, who hadn't moved an inch from beside his sedan. Cole let out a slow, measured breath, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. It wasn't amusement, but the unwilling respect of one professional for another. Up until now, Cole had only heard of the man called Lucan Vale, and this was the first time he got to witness some of his skills. And he had to admit that he was impressive, because he looked so effortless dealing with his men. "I see why Duvall was so interested," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're more than just your master's shadow." And then, as quickly the smirk vanished, and his jaw tightened. "But you're in over your head, Wolfe. This isn't about you." "It is now," Jason shot