Chapter 1636: The Consequences Faced by the Damaris Family

Jack was becoming unmanageable. Lucian’s gaze darkened, a wave of fury washing over him. He struggled to control the anger that welled up at the thought of Roxanne, maintaining an impassive expression as he stared at Jack.

“I believe you’re willing to make sacrifices, Mr. Farwell. I’m not greedy; I’ll only ask for one thing,” Jack said slowly.

Lucian’s patience snapped. “What do you want? I have no authority over Roxanne’s assets, but you can request any Farwell Group subsidiaries!”

Jack frowned. “In that case, I’ll need time to consider. Mr. Farwell, you should leave; I can’t answer now. I’ll inform you of my decision later.”

“Jack Damaris!” Lucian ground out, barely restraining himself from attacking.

Jack’s satisfaction grew with Lucian’s rising fury. “Don’t worry, Mr. Farwell. Only I can awaken Roxanne. Without me, she’ll remain a Sleeping Beauty forever.” He let out a cold laugh. “Perhaps you’ll be begging me for a kiss eventually!”

A punch landed squarely on his cheek, the force jarring his head. His cheek instantly swelled and reddened.

Jack spat out blood, wiping it from his lips. He turned back to Lucian, his gaze cold. “Mr. Farwell, it seems you intend to abandon Roxanne.”

The dispassionate tone made Lucian’s provocation clear.

Lucian glared. “Mind your words! Otherwise, I’ll kill you now rather than depleting Farwell Group’s resources to save Roxanne! We’ll find someone to help her!”

A chill ran down Jack’s spine at Lucian’s malice. He knew the threat was real. Jack’s arrogance faltered, but he tried to maintain his composure. “I’ll give you my answer by tonight. Is that acceptable, Mr. Farwell?”

Lucian nodded. “Remember your promise. If I don’t hear from you by tonight, I will relentlessly destroy you and the Damaris Group!”

He turned and left. Jack gingerly touched his aching cheek, rage burning in his eyes as he watched Lucian go.

How dare Lucian speak to him like that when Roxanne's life was in his hands? Jack glared at the mansion. He knew Hector had to go; he’d sided with Lucian, an outsider, instead of him. He tasted blood, the metallic tang fueling his frustration.

Later, he entered the mansion. Hector, assisted by the butler, took his medicine, gradually regaining his composure. The butler comforted him. “Mr. Damaris is young and arrogant; mistakes happen. Reprimand him, but don’t let anger harm your health. He’s still family, and he won’t act against the Damaris family’s best interests.”

Hector slammed the table. “He defied the Farwells! If he provokes Lucian, what will become of the Damaris family?”