A Life Beyond Limits novel Chapter 965

Wilhelmina stood beside Trent, but each time her eyes landed on Jack, her body trembled ever so slightly. As if sensing her gaze, Jack slowly turned his head, and their eyes locked.

Panic flickered across Wilhelmina's face. His dark eyes were like a black hole, pulling her in with an irresistible force that both captivated and terrified her.

Wilhelmina felt flustered by Jack's intense, unrelenting stare. Once upon a time, she had stood high and almighty in front of Jack. But now? She felt like nothing more than a humble servant girl.

Breathless under the weight of Jack's penetrating gaze, she turned to her father and said, "Dad, I'm not feeling well. May I step out for some fresh air?"

"Alright, but don't stay out too long," Trent replied with a gentle nod.

As Wilhelmina turned to leave, she couldn't resist a glance in Jack's direction. To her surprise, Jack was watching her with a teasing, unreadable smile. Flustered, she darted away like a startled deer.

Watching Wilhelmina disappear through the crowd, Jack's eyes flickered with interest. Then, he said to Quintis, "I think I'll take a walk too. It's a little stuffy in here."

Quintis knew full well that Jack was just making an excuse to go after Wilhelmina, and he agreed readily, "Okay, don't wander too far."

Jack then walked over to Trent and offered a polite nod.

Trent easily guessed Jack's true intentions but made no effort to stop him. In fact, he smiled and said, "Go ahead. If you have the time, please keep my daughter company."

Wilhelmina might be wary of Jack, but her father clearly wasn't. Trent had always prided himself on his keen judgment of character, and Jack struck him as a man of rare capability.

Quintis had mentioned that Jack had built Genesis Games from the ground up on his own. Even though the company had since gone under, the fact remained that Jack had proven his talent.

Wilhelmina's nerves began to settle slightly after finally slipping away from Jack. But almost immediately, her thoughts turned dark again.

What if Wilhelmina lost the wager and Jack really demanded her submission? How would she deal with that? Would she really have no choice but to become his servant, his pawn, to be toyed with at will?

Wilhelmina's expression turned fearful, and she felt a creeping sense of humiliation. While she was deep in thought, footsteps echoed softly behind her.

Wilhelmina turned, and there he was.

A tall man was walking toward her, glass of wine in hand. He wore a tailored suit, his features strong and chiseled, yet not without a touch of warmth. Under the moonlight, his deep-set eyes carried an almost magnetic allure.