Rriiiing!
The exceptionally sharp, high-pitched ring of Inspector Vane’s personal phone cut violently through the cavernous silence of the gymnasium, echoing off the distant concrete walls.
Vane pulled the device from his breast pocket with a smug, triumphant grin, fully expecting the voice of his superior to confirm the immediate legal seizure of the stadium gates. But the arrogant expression on his face completely froze, his features draining of all color the exact second his eyes locked onto the flashing caller ID.
"P-President?!" Vane stuttered, his voice cracking noticeably as his thumb shook violently against the screen, accidentally tapping the speaker button with a trembling hand.
"Vane, you absolute, brainless idiot!" a booming voice roared from the phone’s speaker, the sound vibrating through the quiet arena. "Who the hell did you just piss off on that campus?! Our entire private agency’s board of directors was bought out completely in liquid cash less than ten seconds ago! You’re officially fired! Furthermore, our primary legal department is filing a fifty-million-dollar corporate lawsuit against you for extortion and corruption effective right now! Hand over your regulatory badge and get the hell out of the building!"
Click.
The line went completely dead, leaving nothing but an empty, mechanical hum in the air.
Vane’s digital tablet slipped cleanly from his hand, crashing violently against the lacquered floorboards and shattering into a dozen plastic shards. His knees buckled outward under the sudden, immense weight of reality, sending his entire heavy frame tumbling straight to the ground.
Thud!
The previously arrogant inspector fell hard onto his knees directly at Jaxon’s feet, his face twisting into an ugly mask as he began weeping uncontrollably, his tears staining the polished wood.
"P-Please, Mr. Miller!" Vane sobbed loudly, his manicured hands desperately reaching forward to grab at the rubber soles of Jaxon’s sneakers.
"I was just following Jonathan Vance’s direct orders! I have a family to feed! Please, don’t destroy my entire life over this!"
Jaxon simply looked down at the sobbing bureaucrat with cold, indifferent eyes, his hands remaining casually resting inside his tracksuit pockets, his posture perfectly steady. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
How completely pathetic, Jaxon thought, a dark, satisfied calculation settling deep into his chest. I wrote you to be a ruthless, unyielding bully on my laptop. Now look at you, crying on my baseline like a broken, disciplined dog.
"Get your hands completely off my shoes," Jaxon said, his voice dropping low, sharp, and carrying an absolute alpha authority that made Vane flinch. "Director Miller, drag this trash off the court. If he ever sets foot on my property again, call the police and lock him up for trespassing."
"Yes, Mr. Miller! Right away, sir!" Director Miller shouted frantically, his own face pale as he rushed forward, violently grabbing Vane by the collar of his expensive suit and dragging the weeping official toward the main exit doors.
Bzzzzt.
Neon-blue screens exploded rapidly across Jaxon’s vision, completely hidden from the room.
[Hostile Corporate Defense Successful!]
[System Reward: 10x Cashback Rebate Applied!]
[+$500,000 Cash Successfully Deposited into Your Wallet!]
[Stadium Defense Matrix Permanently Upgraded!]
[Current System Wallet Balance: $21,595,000.00]
Right beside him, Coach Vivienne Cross gasped softly, her strict, authoritative demeanor melting completely into pure astonishment as she leaned heavily against his arm for physical support. Her initial corporate panic was entirely gone, replaced by a sudden, intense physical vulnerability. Her massive, hyper-voluptuous breasts pressed exceptionally hard against Jaxon’s broad, newly adapted shoulder, rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths under her tight morning athletic pullover. Her sultry amber eyes were wide, locked onto his unbothered profile in an absolute, awestruck shock. Find the original chapter at novelping dot com.
She was completely undone by the sheer weight of his terrifying wealth and cold, unyielding authority.
"Jax..." Vivienne whispered, her warm, shallow breath hitting the bare skin of his cheek as she tightened her grip on his tracksuit. "You... you actually bought out his entire employer’s agency on a whim?"
Jaxon didn’t even get the chance to give her an answer.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The crisp, heavy strike of athletic sneakers echoed loudly down the concrete entrance hallway, drawing the room’s attention back to the court.
Walking smoothly onto the baseline baseline was Kira Thorne.
The tall point guard moved with an unapproachable, cold elegance, her exceptionally long, statuesque legs stopping her exactly three feet away from his position.
The high-compression fabric of her athletic top strained tightly against her voluptuous, heavy chest with every measured breath she took. Her porcelain face looked incredibly grim, and her dark eyes were completely unreadable, masked by a layer of sub-zero hostility.
Slap!
Without uttering a single word of greeting, Kira dropped a thick, heavy legal folder directly at Jaxon’s feet, the papers sliding across the wood.
"You easily cleared Roxie’s debt, and you just crushed Vane’s career," Kira said, her cold, low voice cutting sharply through the quiet gymnasium. "Now take a good look at what Jonathan Vance just officially filed against me, Jax."