"Young?" Jack stopped his training and wiped the sweat from his face. His smile was filled with sorrows. His childhood days were dark and his mother was his only beacon of light.

Brent saw Jack's bitter smile, realized his mistake, and quickly said, "I'm sorry Master Hughes. I was too caught up in the moment and shouldn't have asked this question. You need not answer it." "It's okay." Jack pointed to a seat nearby and signaled Brent to sit down.

After they sat down, Jack slowly said, "There's nothing significant during my growing years other than being called a bastard. We lived from hand to mouth. After a meal, we wouldn't know when we will be able to eat again."

"If my mother didn't slog to bring me up, perhaps I would already be dead." The sentences were simple but filled with grief.

Brent felt guilty. He only wanted to know if there was something in Jack's youth that managed to contribute to his current amazing fighting and physical abilities. But from that, he opened Jack's childhood wounds.

After saying these, Jack went into deep thoughts. He didn't like to recall his past. He kept struggling so that he could repay his mother's struggles and also get as far away from his childhood fate as possible. All of these childhood memories were filled with darkness. Every one of them hurts him and some of them were tainted with blood.

His mother's health suffered because of all the work and had to get him to eat and study. Each time he would fight with those who called him a bastard and when he received a beating, his mother would come to his rescue.

When he thought about these then he realized that they were partially caused by his father's absence, but more so it was because of the Burton family's greed and despised his mother and him.

"I'm sorry, Master." Brent felt immensely guilty and explained, "I was just shocked at your physical and fighting capabilities. I wanted to check if you went through some training when you were young or had some fortune."

The muscles and bones were growing in the youthful years. It was the easiest to train during that period and the best time to push a person's limits.

"Fortune?" Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly, "Did a beating every three days count?"

Brent was stumped and before he could say anything, Jack stood up and said, "Okay, if I ever had any fortune during my childhood days, then I didn't have to wait till Mr. Ward came to save me and my mother."

Brent looked in a daze as Jack continued to train rigorously. Perhaps... the biggest fortune was life's struggles!

After his training, Jack showered and then proceeded to DT company.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Yael and Amelia were taking charge of the Quinn family businesses. The entertainment company in the Capital had the Vaughn and Wattson families. Drago could handle his own company and Jack's attention was still on DT.

This was the place where he made his name. Even though he already had a billion yuan given by his father, but he still felt deeply connected to DT. After he heard Corbin's report, Jack decided that in the coming month, DT had to secure five parcels of land.

"Jack, isn't it too risky to acquire five parcels of land at once?" Corbin said in surprise. Previously DT acquired a parcel of land one at a time and at the most they developed two properties concurrently. It was by chance that DT was able to secure the modernization project of West Shantytowns.

"Risky?" Jack smiled, "We have the ability to take risks now. Why should we be worried about risks?"

Corbin said no further when he saw that Jack was calm and confident. He nodded and left the office.

"It's better to do things steadily." Jack looked at the piles of documents and smiled bitterly. If it wasn't for his father's disappearance and now he stood alone at the Hughes family, he wouldn't just take five parcels of land!

He worked hard through the day. When he almost finished for the day, Jack saw an invitation card on this table.

"Who sent this?" Jack asked.

Lone Wolf replied, "It's from Lyndall."

Jack smiled but didn't open the invitation card and threw it directly into the trash bin and said, "I need to go back to my wife."

Back at the Bamboo Grove of the Four Impressions club.

Daisy had already prepared a spread of dishes and the fragrance filled the room. After dinner, Jack and Mr. Ward walked to the courtyard.

"Mr. Ward, does the Hughes family have any leads on my father's whereabouts?" Jack asked. His father's message reporting his safety weighed heavily on Jack's mind.

The Hughes family was using all of its resources to search. Even with the intelligence network of the Hughes family, there still weren't any leads.

Mr. Ward shook his head, "Nothing."

"When has the Hughes family intelligence network become so impotent?" Jack said and frowned.

Mr. Ward smiled bitterly, "Old Master knows the clearest on the breadth and depth of the intelligence network. If he didn't want to be found by the intelligence network, then quite possibly he could successfully evade them."

So... was it possible that his father chose to hide himself? But... what was he worried about? Jack was dazed and confused about what his father was up to.

He ground his teeth and then said, "I want you to keep a close tab on the Hughes family's activities. Report to me whenever there's anything strange."

"I understand." Mr. Ward nodded and continued, "Oh yes, Aiden has said that the Villa at TM hills had been completely repaired. When should we move back in?"

"Wait for a while." Jack said after he pondered, "I'm not sure why I still feel rather uneasy. I have a feeling that something is about to happen. The Four Impressions Club is safer than TM Villa."

After saying this, Jack walked back into the house and looked for Amber, "Honey, can you accompany me for a walk?"

"Okay." Amber answered directly, "I had not gone out for a long time. Shall we go to the riverside which we loved when we were in University?"

"Okay!" Jack replied.

The Rolls Royce drove out of the Four Impressions club.

Only Brent strolled behind Jack and Amber. Now that the assassination order had been rescinded and the Burton family had collapsed, the risk of Jack being assassinated had reduced significantly. There wasn't a need to mobilize a horde to protect him just for a stroll.

When they were in the University, Jack, Amber, and several other close friends would go to the riverside in the evenings for a stroll. Both of them had spent several years of their youth at this riverside.

The Rolls Royce stopped along the road next to the riverside. Jack held onto Amber's hand as they walked along the banks of the river. The breeze blew gently and was very refreshing. It was beginning to coo down as they approached autumn but the summer day was still rather hot.

It was close to eight o'clock and numerous people were exercising and strolling at the riverside.

Jack held onto Amber as they strolled leisurely while Brent followed silently behind them. He maintained a distance that would not affect Jack and Amber and yet could reach them when there was a need to. There was a person who stood at a railing by the river not far from them. She quietly looked at the dim lights across the river and several strains of hair blew in the wind ...00☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐