The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 122 My Son!

Whoosh!

Mister Ward and Brent were as if they were hit by lightening, scared to death.

Mister Ward had tears running down his cheeks, and despair was written on his face.

This was the end!

"You..."

Madam Hughes was furious.

This bastard dared to talk to her like that?

This was outrageous!

The Hughes family was in her hands, she was aloof from the world, no matter who they were, everyone

respected her.

In her heart, Jack was the family's head's child.

If she was happy, she would call him a bastard.

If she wasn't in a good mood, he was nothing to her.

Not even a bastard.

But now.

Jack took a step toward her, majestic and eye catching.

"I respect you, you are Madam Hughes, if I don't respect you, who would you be?"

These words cause Madam Hughes' face to change colors.

With her self-cultivation, her mind was agitated, raging, her face flushed, her teeth clenched.

But, Jack made no intentions of backing off.

Instead, he took another step forward.

"You came to send punitive forces against me, I gave you face and opened my wound again, with my

blood I want to trade for you giving in."

"I wanted you to take a step back, not for you to force me into a corner, using prayers to release my

soul from my body."

His voice sounded like thunder, awakening the deaf.

Jack wasn't stupid.

Madam Hughes' intentions were to send him to hell before his father found out.

He could back off, he could endure it, he could even drop to his knees.

But to force him to wait for death, no ways.

The air in the room was as if frozen, making it hard for anyone to breath.

The two mid aged man with graying temples had their brows knitted deeper, they were looking at Jack

with sharp eyes.

Mister Ward and Brent were pale in their faces, both of them crying.

Everyone knew that the powder kit had exploded.

Completely exploded.

Madam Hughes looked pale in the face, she was trying to catch for air while staring at Jack with eyes

that were about to murder him.

She had always been head of the family, she had the powers, ever since she entered this family.

She was like a god overlooking everyone like ants.

She was so used to her position, that today, since she has met someone who dared to pull her off her

chair, she had trouble to calm down.

Suddenly, Madam Hughes went back to her chair.

She stared tightly at Jack, her teeth were clenched, "Young man, don't be too arrogant."

This was a warning.

But Jack only snorted.

He took another step toward her, his eyes were ice cold, then he said, "If I wasn't arrogant, how could I

be a young man?"

Whoosh.

Madam Hughes was as if hit by lightening.

Her chest was lifting up and down, she almost spit blood.

"You, you bastard... today I will have you die a grave-less death! Even if your father is head of the

family, I will not allow you to live!"

She was full of murderous intentions.

Madam Hughes had never wishes to kill someone so strongly.

Today as she saw Jack, heard his speak, and saw him act, she forgot about all her dignity that she had

kept over the years.

"Try me."

Jack raised his brows, his gaze deep, and laughed, "I am only three steps away from you."

Jack was as well filled with murderous thoughts.

He was warning her just the same way she did.

If he was going down, he was going to pull her with him.

Since his childhood, he had to carry the name of a bastard, it took great work to walk out of his

shadows, and reach where he was today.

Just talking about himself, he was sure that he had made it.

So, even if it was Madam Hughes, she had to be buried under his body.

And his mother would have the protection of his father, she would be fine.

And then.

Madam Hughes expression was fixed, her pupils were narrow.

Her power was the result of her influence.

Her body had reached high age, if Jack took those three steps, he could kill her easily.

Neither George nor Killian could take it up with Jack, and they were the elite children of the family, both

of them had enjoyed the best Combat Skill training. If they couldn't beat him, then Madam Hughes

couldn't count on the two men to protect her.

And, she never doubted Jack's words.

A bastard could do anything.

Time was standing still.

Everything was frozen.

Mister Ward and Brent didn't know what to think, their world had crushed.

The two men with grayed temples hadn't shown their opinion since the beginning, they only sat aside

and watched.

Jack and Madam Hughes were staring at each other, none of them moved back.

If the world got wind of this scene, it would have been a big deal.

The Hughes family was a supreme super clan.

No matter how rich or powerful one was, they had to surrender in front of them.

And now, there was this youngster, who wanted to cause Madam Hughes' blood to splatter with just

three feet away from her.

Time was passing slowly.

Outside the room, one could hear the spattering noise of water running.

Suddenly.

A deep voice that contained endless coldness was heard from behind Madam Hughes and the mid

aged man.

"Madam Hughes, that is my son!"

This simple sentence had the effect of a bomb.

Everyone was surprised.

"It's old Master!"

Mister Ward had a light of hope in his eyes, as if he was holding on to the last hope of staying alive.

Brent was as excited and clenched his fists.

The med who were sitting on chairs suddenly stood up and bowed in front of him.

"Old Master Hughes."

"Mr. Mable, no need to be so formal."

Behind the bamboo shoots, a think deep voice replied the mid aged man.

"Humph."

Madam Hughes who was sitting on a chair snorted, she laughed with anger, "Patrick, you arrived pretty

fast!"

"Not as fast as you."

Madam Hughes' laughed, then she raised her hand to point to Jack, "Take a look at this little bastard,

he is so provocative, who is he to compare himself to our elite children? Who is he to be in our

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Jack was stunned.

His emotions were suddenly messy.

His eyes were staring toward the bamboo shoots.

He could make out that there was a dark and blur shadow behind them.

It has been more than 20 years, the first time since his birth.

Jack squinted his eyes, and tried hard to see the man's face clearly.

But it was too dark, so dark that he couldn't see anything.

Then, Patrick’s voice was heard again.

"Madam Hughes, what did he do wrong?"

He asked in return, and it cause Madam Hughes to pause, then he quickly added, "He is not a bastard,

he is my blood and flesh!"

Whoosh!

Now Jack felt as if he was hit by lightening, his body trembled.

"Blood and flesh", those words were as if there was a big hammer that hit him on his heart.

Patrick did not pause, he kept talking his words ringing.

Just as Jack before, he was pompous and domineering!

"He wasn't acting provocative. Anybody who was forced to the ground would take his chances to fight

for life, and on top of that his mother was being disrespected, anyone would want revenge. His temper

really just looks like me!"

"Since he is my son, why would he not be a heritage of the elite children of our family? George is still

recovering from his injuries of legs at home, and Killian would have already been buried if not protected

by family rules, how can you say that he is not better than those two?"

"Madam Hughes, I am the head of Hughes, I have the say!"