Chapter 533 Coming from Hell

"Am I not good enough?" Sean asked, as he tightened his arms around her. It was almost as if he was
trying to fuse his body to her with his embrace, both mentally and physically. "You wanted me to help
him recover his memory, and so I did. You said you would kill yourself if he had died, so I let him alive.
What did I do wrong? Have you forgotten? He was the one who abandoned you first."

Beads of sweat began to appear on Emily's forehead as she became more entangled in the lissome
limbs of this human boa constrictor. "No, it must have been you... Jacob would never abandon me and
Beryl... I, I'm going to find him. Let me go!"

Her sudden outburst empowered her to begin struggling in his arms, and even Sean couldn't control
her anymore.

"Let me go!" In a last-ditch effort, Emily pushed Sean away.

The next moment, she suddenly felt a stinging pain in her neck, followed by a cold sensation that had
been fed into her veins. Within seconds, the cold liquid began to paralyze her nerves.

Emily almost dropped down to the floor at once.

However, Sean quickly held her into his arms as she was falling and a sad smile appeared in his face.

"Am I not good enough for you? Why do you still want him?"

Emily exerted her remaining strength to keep her eyes wide open. She opened her mouth to say
something. "Because I, I... love..."

Before Emily could finish, Sean lowered his head and sealed her mouth with a kiss. He sucked her
tongue, and swallowed all the words he didn't want to hear.

"It's okay. I will not hurt you.



I will tell you who you really are. You are not Emily. You never were and you never will be."

Puzzled, Emily tried to understand what he had meant by that. As her eyelids slowly gave up, a drop of
tear escaped her eyes.

...

The Gu Consortium in Z country

The air in the conference room, where Jack was having a meeting with the executives of the company,
was tense. Suddenly, someone kicked the door open, with a loud noise, from outside.

The noise caught everyone by surprise, but they were even more surprised to see who had kicked the
door open. It was their former boss who was believed to be dead in an accident—Jacob.

Coldness filled his eyes as he stood there like a graven imagine, which already gave them an
inexhaustible sense of being oppressed.

"Mr. Jacob!" One of them cried out.

"What, what's going on? How is Mr. Jacob... Is that a ghost?"

"What the hell are you talking about? He is alive. He is standing right before you. Can't you tell?"

"But so what? He is not our boss anymore, remember? Mr. Jack is our boss now."

Jack didn't hear what they were talking about as all his attention was on Jacob who was standing at the
door. Jack's glare was lethal, as if it could tear Jacob's heart apart with a blinding teal light.

"I wasn't expecting this, Jacob. I've gave you a chance already, but you came to me on your own
initiative. You'd better not blame me for not showing you mercy."



"As if I need your mercy. Ridiculous!" Jacob was amused by Jack's words as he couldn't take him
seriously no matter how hard he tried. He sneered and chuckled. "Save the self-righteous chatter, my
nephew! You'd better worry about how to save your ass now."

Jack stood there looking puzzled. As soon as Jacob finished talking, he turned sideways and fave way
to the police officers that walked into the room one by one.

"Mr. Jack, you're under arrest under multiple allegations of illegal activity. We have a warrant for your
arrest from the court. Please come with us to the police station."

Jack felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his gut. He lashed out angrily, "Shouldn't you be
arresting Jacob? This must be a mistake! What the hell are you talking about?"

The policemen handcuffed him and then explained to him, "Well, Mr. Jacob was found innocent with no
previous criminal record. Our investigations have found you guilty on multiple charges."

"That's really a good one, Jacob," Jack said. He stared at Jacob, indifferently. After an outburst of
hysterical laughter, Jack continued, "Goof for you, Jacob. Are you sure you want to play this game with
me? You remember everything now, don't you? You will see..."

Without warning, Jacob rushed to him and kicked him in the stomach before he could finish his
sentence.

The kick knocked the wind out of his lungs and sent him on his knees, stripping him of whatever dignity
he had left.

Jacob looked down at Jack, as though he was an insignificant ant. Jack looked so pathetic. Jacob
didn't even want to waste his time or energy on him. He scoffed and taunted him. "Do you know what
you look like right now?



Want a hint?

A pathetic loser."

Jack recalled the proud Jacob from years ago. He was the kind of man who took no notice of anyone.
Even the air around him was dense and toxic, making it hard for the people around him to breathe.

While Jack was the play boy who respected and was awed by Jacob's hard disposition. And now,
Jack's self-abasement hidden deep inside was spilling out from every orifice.

Jack worked so hard to forget the fact that he once worshipped Jacob and desired his recognition, but
all his efforts were in vain. Once again Jacob had defeated him.

His memories kept flashing in his mind, reminding him how pathetic he was.

It was Jacob who took the woman he loved most from him.

Jacob didn't deserve his respect and admiration.

"You disappoint me so much, Jack," Jacob sneered. There was no emotion in his eyes and his voice,
indifferent, as though he was just talking business.

Angered by Jacob's arrogance, Jack erupted like a volcano. "You have no right to say that to me. Who
the hell do you think you are?"

Jack thought that the obstacles he had overcome over the years to get to where he was had made him
stronger. Facing defeat at the hands of a worthy opponent such as Jacob did not feel like a defeat at
all.

He assumed Jacob would take the opportunity to humiliate him; make a mockery out of him or even kill
him. All of that he could tolerate, but what he couldn't tolerate was being disregarded by Jacob.



Jacob's contempt for him was something Jack could not endure or accept.

It made him feel like he was just a puppet playing an insignificant role, painfully unqualified to be
regarded as a worthy rival to Jacob.

After all the years of standing up to Jacob, he didn't want things to end so prematurely.

"Take him away," Jacob gestured to the policemen. Without another word, Jacob turned away from
Jack, reluctant to waste any more time of him.

Jack could not come to terms with this, so he yelled at Jacob, "Jacob! I will never admit defeat to you."

Why? Why did he gain nothing in the end after all his efforts?

Love, career, power, money and status...

He once possessed everything anyone could ever dream of, but Jacob took it all away from him with
the snap of his finger. Jack couldn't accept such a fate!

"Jacob! I will never let you have your way!"

Jack's vicious roar, enough to wake the dead, still echoed in the hallway outside the conference room
even after he was taken away by the police.

The rest of the people in the conference room was left dumbfounded at the scene, paralyzed to their
seats. Who could blame them? After all, it happened so quick that their brains didn't have enough time
to register everything.

How could Jack be taken out of the game so easily? It was too much to take in at one go. And Jacob
who was supposedly dead was standing before their eyes, alive as ever.



Cold shivers ran down their spine and gripped them with anxiousness. They caught a cold, menacing
puff of air whiz past them, as they turned to look at the tyrannical man walking into the room one step
at a time, like the angel of death emerging from the darkness.

Nerve-wracking and disconcerting.


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