Chapter 45: Revenge

"Who's kicking the door?" Jett sprang to his feet, ready to lash out, but as he saw who it was, his words stuck in his throat. It was Jackson. At such a critical time, Jackson had come knocking—and from the look on his face, it wasn't with good intentions. In an instant, Jett's mind raced. He had suspected Jackson wouldn't let their earlier fight go, but he hadn't expected him to be this bold. Kicking down the door to the deputy manager's office in front of everyone? This wasn't just a personal attack; it was a public humiliation for the entire HR department. True enough, no one had noticed Jackson's quiet approach, but the moment he kicked open the door, every eye in the room turned to him. Seeing Jackson storm in, the employees were furious. Not only had Jackson beaten Jett earlier that day, but now he was causing a scene in the office? That was too much. Jett wasn't the most liked figure in HR, but he was still their manager. For someone from another department to barge in and humiliate him like this was a blatant insult. The outrage was instant. "Jackson, you've crossed the line!" "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" "I've worked here for years and never seen someone act this way!" The HR staff shouted angrily, but Jackson didn't so much as glance at them. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The employees rushed to the door, but it was locked from the inside. No matter how much they knocked or banged, there was no response. "What do we do now?" "Jackson's gone crazy! How can he do this?" "Get Manager Alaia—wait, she's on a business trip! She won't be back until tomorrow!" Panic spread, and the staff didn't know what to do. Inside the office, Jett's face paled as Jackson stepped forward. "Do you have any idea what you're doing, Jackson?" Jett asked, his voice shaking. "Why don't you tell me?" Jackson replied calmly. "You attacked your superior. That's enough to get you fired," Jett said, trying to regain control of the situation. Jackson smiled coldly. "If I'm going to get fired anyway, I might as well make the most of it, don't you think?" Jett's bravado faltered. "Jackson! If you touch me, I'll call the police! You'll regret this!" "Oh? Why don't you go ahead and call them?" Jackson's voice hardened as he took a step closer. Seeing Jackson's imposing stance, Jett backed down. His voice trembled as he pleaded, "Jackson, please, I was wrong. I shouldn't have slandered you…" Jackson sighed. "Jett, I've already given you two chances. You didn't take them. What else is there to say?" Jett's eyes flickered with desperation. Seizing the moment, he grabbed a chair and swung it at Jackson with all his strength. But the chair stopped in midair, caught by Jackson before it could land a blow. Jackson's eyes narrowed. "Looks like you didn't appreciate this third chance either, Jett." With a flick of his wrist, Jackson sent the chair crashing into the wall, leaving a massive hole. Jett froze in shock. What kind of strength was that? Before he could react, Jackson grabbed him by the collar and slammed his head onto the desk. Jett's vision swam, and he felt like he was about to pass out. Snap! Jackson kicked Jett's knee, the sickening crack followed by Jett's scream. "Ah!" Jett crumpled to the floor, clutching his leg in agony. "This is only the beginning," Jackson muttered as he began to land punch after punch on Jett, who was now helpless on the ground. When he was done, Jackson grabbed the groaning Jett by his collar and dragged him toward the door. He threw it open, revealing Jett's battered form to the crowd of HR employees standing outside. The sight of their beaten manager sent a wave of outrage through the crowd, and they moved to confront Jackson. Jackson shoved them aside effortlessly as he dragged Jett down the hallway. Despite their anger, none of the employees could get close—Jackson's strength kept them at bay. "What is Jackson doing?" "Where is he taking Manager Jett?" "Should we stop him?" The employees whispered nervously but followed at a distance. Ignoring them, Jackson dragged Jett down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Each step jolted Jett's broken body, causing blood to drip from his wounds. The floor below was home to the business department, and as Jackson passed through, the employees stared in disbelief. "Is that... Jackson?" "Did he beat up Jett again?" Whispers filled the room, and soon a crowd was following Jackson down the stairs. By the time Jackson reached the lobby, nearly every employee in the building had gathered to watch the spectacle. A crowd of nearly a thousand people filled the lobby, all eyes on Jackson as he dragged Jett toward the center. "Mr. Jackson!" Major, from the front desk, was the first to recognize him, his face a mix of shock and confusion. Jackson dropped Jett onto the floor with a thud, leaving a trail of blood behind. Jett groaned in pain, clutching his head as he glared up at Jackson with half-closed eyes. "You'll pay for this, Jackson." Jackson didn't respond. He simply kicked Jett again. "Stop!" shouted one of the HR employees, outraged. The rest of the crowd watched in shock as Jackson continued to beat Jett, ignoring the cries for him to stop. Other departments stared in disbelief. Was Jackson really doing this in front of everyone? Despite the shouts of protest, Jackson didn't hold back. His kicks were relentless. The HR staff wanted to help, but no one dared approach Jackson. His strength and fury kept them frozen in place. Their hesitation didn't go unnoticed by the other departments, who silently judged them for their lack of courage. Finally, one of the employees shouted at the security team, "What are you waiting for? Do something!" The security guards looked to their leader, Acaia, for direction. But Acaia hesitated. Jackson and Jett both had powerful connections, and getting involved could mean trouble. Besides, Acaia could sense that Jackson wasn't just strong—he was dangerous. Even if they tried to intervene, they wouldn't stand a chance. Caught in a tough spot, Acaia watched as Jackson finally stopped. Jett had passed out. Everyone in the lobby breathed a sigh of relief. Jackson walked over to a woman from the marketing department and smiled. "Mind if I borrow that bottle of water?" The young woman, terrified from what she'd just witnessed, quickly handed him the bottle. Jackson took a sip, then casually poured the rest over Jett's face. "Ah! Please, no more..." Jett sputtered, jerking awake from the cold water. Without a word, Jackson tossed the bottle aside and delivered another hard punch. The employees were stunned. Was Jackson really waking Jett up just to keep hitting him? The beating continued for another ten minutes before Jackson finally grew bored. He dropped Jett's unconscious body onto the floor and walked toward the elevator. "Get Manager Jett to the hospital!" someone shouted, and the HR employees rushed to help their fallen leader. As Jackson reached the elevator, he turned back to address the crowd. Everyone froze. "Is anyone from the administration department here?" Jackson asked. No one answered. Or maybe no one dared to. "Tell them there's no need to investigate this any further. I've already handled it. If they want to fire me, that's fine by me." Jackson stepped into the elevator and disappeared. The audacity. The arrogance. Everyone in the lobby stood in stunned silence, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.