The two bodyguards rushed at Jack, at the point Selena had already decided to take action. Her fist went straight through to the first bodyguard with a solid punch, that hit him and threw him backward, shattering all the things behind him. It felt like the weight of a mountain fell on him rendering him useless. he was unable to move from the spot on the ground. No one saw how Selena suddenly appeared in front of Jack and took action immediately. Without further thought she lifted the second bodyguard with his collar shirt, his feet dangling in the air, and flung him, sideways hitting him against an iron bar inside the showroom, shattering the glass door.
The bodyguard was almost motionless, and the sales associates froze in fear. They never saw how or when Selena acted but all they saw was the aftermath of the injuries on the bodyguards rolling in pain on the floor
Another bodyguard who was running to the rescue of his colleagues halted as soon as he saw the scene, only to realize it was a young beautiful lady taking action
Meanwhile, the iconic smile on Jack's face as he reaches into his pocket and produces his black card. "Shall we get started?"
The sales girl blinked, in fear, shock, and confusion momentarily thrown off by the thought of Selena's action. '' Here take the card. "Ah… please hold on one moment," she stammered, hurrying to the manager's office to bring his attention to what just happened at the showroom.
The manager hurried back with the sales associate to meet Jack and Selena, as the manager saw the card in Selena's hand, his expression was one of disbelief. The manager, a distinguished-looking man named Lucas, glanced up in surprise as he saw the card, his face instantly sobering, with fear and respect. That card, only two people had the card in Q country and one was the Heiress Rita Mason, who saved his life years ago, later he had given all his wealth to her without restraint. Now a look-alike is standing right in front of him.
Is he her son? Lucas thought
"Good afternoon, sir," he said, bowing slightly. "My associate didn't realize we were dealing with such a distinguished customer. My name is Lucas, the manager here at Zenith Motorcycles."
Jack gave a slight nod, glancing at the sales girl, who now looked thoroughly embarrassed. "No problem, Lucas," Jack said. "I'd like to finalize the purchase of the Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter. I've been looking for something like this for a while."
Lucas's eyes brightened as he realized the sale was real. "Excellent choice, sir! The Fighter is a masterpiece of engineering—custom-made with titanium and carbon fiber, a unique blend of power and design that reaches speeds of up to 190 mph. It's an honor to have a client of your caliber interested in it."
The sales girl, standing awkwardly to the side, shot Jack an apologetic look, her face flushed. Jack met her gaze, giving her a polite nod.
"Thank you for your help," Jack said with a slight smirk, his tone calm but pointed.
Lucas gestured toward his office. "Let's complete the paperwork. We'll have it ready for you shortly, and you can take it today if you'd like."
"Perfect," Jack replied, turning to Selena with a wink. "Looks like I'll be riding alongside you from now on."
Selena grinned, crossing her arms. "Welcome to the power bike club, Your Majesty."
Lucas froze at the way Selena addressed Jack. As they sat in the manager's office, Lucas took the card and said, '' The company belongs to you Your Majesty, do you still need to pay for what belongs to you?'' Jack looked at Lucas,'' You know me?''
Lucas looked around, there were only two people in the office, now, he fell on his knees,'' I will serve and will always serve, as he lowered his head in respect. Your face is a replica of your mother's, Your Majesty! She saved me once and after that, all that I established was dedicated to her but suddenly she disappeared''.
'' Seeing this card now and your face, I have to return everything to you, because it all belongs to her. How is her Majesty doing?'' he asked still kneeling before Jack, this was already the highest form of loyalty to his late mother. Jack, realized a person who carries on respect for his mother without knowing she has passed to the world beyond deserves to be regarded as a loyalist
'' You have sharp eyes Jack said, you may stand. Jack looked around knowing Lucas had just been truthful to him. '' She passed after she gave birth to me'' Jack replied
Lucas was sober. Since I know the truth now because there were lots of rumors around, My unflinching loyalty belongs to you, my King.
A few minutes later, holding out the signed documents and the keys to the Black colored sleek Neiman Marcus Fighter, Lucas's demeanor was one of utmost respect. "Congratulations, sir. We'll arrange for any customizations or add-ons you'd like—just let us know."
Jack took the keys, nodding. "No need. It's perfect as it is. Lucas give me a call later"
He took one last look at the bike, feeling a thrill of excitement. He mounted it, revving the engine, which roared to life with a deep, powerful hum that filled the showroom. The staff watched, wide-eyed, as Jack adjusted his grip on the handlebars, a smile of satisfaction crossing his face.
He looked over at Selena, who nodded approvingly. "Ready?"
With a final nod to the stunned staff, Jack and Selena sped out of the showroom, the sleek power bikes glinting in the sunlight as they roared down the road, leaving a trail of shock—and admiration—in their wake.
Lucas turned to the sales associate.'' Get your pay stipends from HR, you are fired.'' The room was silent. She knew she had offended someone she shouldn't have offended. After clearing her table, she carried her box and entered the HR office, and soon she left the office building saddened.
"Can you all come together, please? Soon, all the workers at the showroom gathered around Manager Lucas. " For future reference, if Mr. Jack Mason comes here for any purchase, make sure it is pushed to my account for payment, and I will cover the cost. "All the workers replied, "Yes, Manager Lucas. "Lucas walked into the office, leaving the workers to their thoughts.
As Jack rode home, his mind raced with the discoveries of the past day: the hidden legacy of his mother, the identity of Daisy—who was secretly the feared assassin Red Rose—and the strange, powerful world he had suddenly inherited. The revelations left him shaken, yet determined to protect the legacy his mother had entrusted to him. He rode in silence, Selena following close behind on her Harley, her presence as steady as his new sense of purpose.
When they finally arrived at the house, Jack dismounted, glancing at Selena as she parked beside him. He realized they hadn't discussed where she would go after their journey.
"Aren't you going home?" Jack asked, watching her as she locked her bike.
Selena tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips. "Home is next door," she said, nodding toward the apartment just beyond Richard's.
Jack's eyebrow shot up. "Next door?" He smirked. "When were you planning on telling me?"
She shrugged, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I just did."
Jack chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to walk inside. "Now that I know your real identity, will you continue hiding in the shadows?" he asked, without looking back.
"No," Selena replied quietly, watching his retreating figure until he disappeared inside.
Once Jack was out of sight, Selena walked into her own apartment, feeling a profound sense of purpose settle over her. She had finally begun her duty to the King, her loyalty firmly placed at his side.
Later that night, Selena—known to the family as Daisy—prepared to make a call. She brought out a special phone, one she only used in emergencies. It was almost midnight, and the air was silent as she dialed the number. This phone was a direct line to Lydia, Jack's maternal grandmother and matriarch of the Hidden Mason Family. As the call connected, Selena felt the weight of what she was about to say.
Lydia, sprawled across her luxurious bed, was jolted from her thoughts by the ringing. She stared at the phone for a moment; it hadn't rung in five years. With a sense of foreboding, she picked it up, her voice guarded.
"Hello, Red Rose. Is everything all right? Isn't it a bit late for a call?"
Daisy took a deep breath. "My Queen, the heir has been found."
A long silence hung over the line. Lydia's heart raced. She had waited years to hear those words, hoping it meant her daughter had finally returned. She barely held back her excitement. "Where is she?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"My Queen," Daisy replied carefully, "it is not your daughter who has returned, but him."
Lydia was quiet, then spoke with a cold edge. "Do you think I do not know the gender of my own missing child, Red Rose?" She couldn't believe Daisy would joke at such a moment.
"My apologies, My Queen. I mean no disrespect," Daisy said calmly. "But the heir is not your daughter… it's your grandson. The son of the heiress, your daughter Rita. Sadly, Rita is no longer with us."
The line went silent, and then Daisy heard Lydia's breath catch as the news sank in. Her voice wavered, a mix of grief and disbelief. "My grandson?" Lydia repeated, trying to comprehend. "Are you certain?"
Daisy's tone was steady. "Yes, My Queen. The proof is undeniable."
Lydia's heart broke as she absorbed the reality. Her beloved Rita was gone. She had searched for her daughter for eighteen years, clinging to the hope of one day reuniting, and now that hope was shattered. She let out a soft sob, her grief slipping through. Daisy, hearing her Queen's sorrow, waited in silence, understanding the magnitude of the loss.
After a moment, Lydia's tone shifted, her voice becoming composed, if a bit hollow. "Well then… I must see him for myself. Who else knows?"
"Only he knows," Daisy answered. "I approached him for confirmation."
Lydia nodded, though Daisy couldn't see it. "Arrange a day for me to see him from afar," she said, her voice firm. "We will do a proper introduction later, just between the two of us. And do not tell him I'll be watching."
"Yes, My Queen."
The call ended, and Daisy sat on her bed, feeling the weight of both sorrow and purpose. She had delivered the heartbreaking news that Rita was gone, but with that sorrow came the joy of a new heir. Jack would bring hope, stability, and strength to the Hidden Mason Family. As Daisy looked around her room, the reality of her duty felt heavier than ever, knowing the vast legacy she was now helping secure.
The Hidden Mason Family was known for its secrecy and tradition. They avoided the public eye, their existence a whisper even within the circles of the elite. Rooted deeply in their Japanese heritage, the Masons upheld a code of loyalty and service passed down for generations. Daisy knew that despite Rita's absence, the family had remained strong under Lydia's control, though whispers of rivalry with her younger sister, Tracy, had lingered for years. Lydia's greatest fear was not knowing who their true enemies were—whether they were outside the family or, worse, within it.
The next morning, Jack sat with Grandma Grace, telling her everything he had learned. From the hidden palace vault to the motorbike company given to him by Lucas, who considered his mother a benefactor, Jack poured out the details, feeling both overwhelmed and awestruck.
Grace listened with rapt attention, her expression calm but thoughtful. When he finished, she spoke carefully. "Jack, now that you're uncovering these secrets, I believe Daisy will soon inform your biological grandmother. And when that happens… it may be time for you to leave this house and find a place of your own. It might be safer."
Jack was quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I understand, Grandma. But what about Uncle Richard?"
"He knows who you are," Grace replied reassuringly. "That won't be an issue. He will help you find a secure place. Keep him updated, and let him know about Daisy's role."
Jack sighed, nodding. "I will. But… you're coming with me, right?" He looked at her, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and determination. "I can't do all this without you."
Grace smiled, her eyes warm but sad. "Jack, I may not be able to go with you all the way. I've fulfilled your mother's wishes, and that brings me peace. But… when your biological grandmother comes into the picture, she may see me as a threat, as someone who's taken her place in your life."
Jack's face hardened, his voice firm. "That decision isn't hers to make, Grandma. It's mine. You're my family, and if others are to be included, that will be my choice. The throne has nothing to do with it—that's final. You're coming with me, wherever I go. That's an order."
Grace chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. "Well, it seems I can't argue with the future king." She reached over, placing a comforting hand on his. "Jack, whatever comes, just remember that family is more than blood. Your mother knew that, and so do I."
Jack nodded, feeling a swell of gratitude for the woman who had raised him and protected him when he had no one else. Now, with his path unfolding before him, he felt a newfound strength—a commitment to honor his mother's legacy, protect his family, and face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As he looked out the window, his heart felt both heavy and hopeful. He knew there was still much to learn, and more secrets to uncover, but he was ready. Whatever the future held, he would face it with courage, knowing he wasn't alone.
As they sat at the breakfast table, Richard and Victoria greeted Aunt Grace warmly as she joined them.
"Good morning, Richard. Good morning, Victoria. How was your night?" Grace asked, a gentle smile on her face as she took her seat.
"Good morning, Aunt Grace!" they replied in unison.
Richard glanced at the empty chair. "Is Jack still asleep?"
"He'll be here soon—I've already called him for breakfast," Grace assured him.
Sure enough, moments later, Jack entered the dining room, joining them at the table with a polite nod.
"Good morning, Uncle Richard. Morning, Victoria."
Richard and Victoria exchanged a quick look, then greeted him with a playful formality. "Good morning, Your Majesty."
Jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That's new," he quipped. "Why the formality? We're at home."
Richard chuckled. "You're royalty now, Jack. It's about time you accepted it," he teased.
Jack shook his head, dismissing the idea with a grin. "Maybe everywhere else, but not at home. Here, we're family," he said, giving Victoria a wink that made her heart skip a beat. She still couldn't quite understand her growing feelings for him.
As they ate, Jack shared the details of his eventful day with Daisy—known to them as Selena—at the motorbike shop, though he left out the part about her true identity as the feared assassin, Red Rose.
Richard's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, Lucas told you that?" he asked, clearly astonished.
Jack nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, he said my mother had been a great help to him once."
Richard leaned back, letting out a low whistle. "You know, Lucas is more than just a businessman. He has fifty-five showrooms across the country, and he's one of the underground powerhouses in Q country. People like him don't just sell bikes—they move in circles most people don't even know exist."
Jack took this in, nodding. "Noted, Uncle Richard. By the way, since we know who Selena is now, it's likely my biological grandmother will find out about my existence soon. I was thinking… maybe it's time for me to get a place of my own. Something secure, where I can control who has access."
Victoria's expression clouded as she processed the idea of Jack moving out. The thought of him living somewhere far from her unsettled her deeply. She had barely come to terms with her feelings, and now he was talking about leaving.
Richard's face lit up with excitement. "That's a great idea, Jack! I happen to know someone who's selling properties in a new development close to the mountains and right by the beach. The place is just about to go up for auction, but if we act fast, I think I can arrange a private viewing. I've heard it's incredibly secure, with limited access."
Jack's eyes brightened. "That sounds perfect. When can we meet the seller?"
Richard pulled out his phone and dialed his contact, Morgan. After a brief conversation, he hung up, grinning. "It's all set! Morgan will be expecting you at 11:00 a.m. I'll forward you his contact details."
Jack checked his phone as the message came through. "Thanks, Uncle Richard. I'll head over after my first lecture today."
Grace gave Richard an approving smile. "Thank you, Richard. That's a big help." Her gaze shifted to Victoria, whose expression was unusually distant. "Victoria, are you okay?"
Victoria forced a smile. "I'm fine, Aunt Grace. Just… suddenly full, I guess. I need to leave early today. I have a morning lecture." She stood up, her tone distant as she prepared to leave.
"Wait up!" Jack called after her, swallowing his last bite. "How about we take a quick spin on my new bike? You'll love it."
Victoria paused at the door, not meeting his gaze. "No need, Jack. I'll take my own car." Without another word, she walked out.
Jack looked at Richard and Aunt Grace, a touch of confusion on his face. "Did I do something wrong?"
Richard chuckled, clapping him on the back. "Ah, Jack, women are hard to understand sometimes. Don't worry about it—you might not be the reason for her mood at all."
Grace gave a small smile, observing the interaction quietly. She had her suspicions about Victoria's reaction, but she decided to keep her thoughts to herself.
Jack shrugged. "If you say so. Well, I'd better head out too." He turned to Richard, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Uncle Richard, you've got to see this bike before I go. You're into power bikes, right?"
Richard grinned, standing up immediately. "Am I? Lead the way!"
They walked outside together, where Jack proudly showed off the sleek black Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter, shining in the morning sun. Richard's jaw dropped.
"Wow… now that's a bike!" he exclaimed, taking in its elegant design. "This is a knockout, Jack. I need to head to Lucas's shop myself. Do they have any other colors?"
Jack nodded. "I think I saw a red one in the showroom. You'd better hurry before it's gone."
With a quick farewell, Jack mounted his new bike. As he rode out, he noticed Selena already positioned behind him on her Harley Davidson. She nodded to him, revving her engine as she prepared to follow. Moments later, Thomas drove up in a sleek Porsche, joining the impromptu convoy.
Together, they sped off toward campus, the rumbling of engines drawing attention as they entered the school grounds. Students stopped in their tracks, watching the impressive lineup.
"Is that… a Neiman Marcus Fighter?" one student exclaimed, awestruck.
"Look at that Harley Davidson!" another whispered, nudging his friend.
"Who are these guys?" a girl asked, eyes wide with admiration.
Jack noticed the crowd gathering as they parked, each of them exuding an air of mystery and power. His gaze swept over the crowd briefly before he dismounted, his calm composure contrasting with the awe-filled stares of the students around him. He adjusted his helmet, feeling both the excitement of the new path before him and the weight of his responsibilities.
Just as Jack was about stepping he heard a car honking behind him, it was Sam and Rueben, they just arrived. All five went to class together