Chapter summary of Chapter 262 – The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist by survivalArtist001
In Chapter 262, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist by survivalArtist001, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist.
Just as everyone heard Jack’s question, a wave of confusion spread through the royal courtroom.
The nobles exchanged uncertain glances, whispering among themselves, trying to understand what the blacksmith meant.
But the color drained from Cian’s face. His confident smirk vanished, replaced by a stiff, pale expression.
"Mr. Klassen," Cian began quickly, his voice shaky yet trying to sound composed. "Can you please not bring this up here? This isn’t the time or place for that."
Jack didn’t even blink. His deep voice echoed firmly through the chamber.
"No, I’m bringing it up here," he said coldly, "because this is exactly the right time and place."
The nobles immediately went quiet again, feeling the tension rise.
King Edward frowned, his tone calm but commanding.
"Mr. Klassen," he said, his piercing gaze focused on the blacksmith, "would you mind elaborating on what’s happening here?"
Every noble, general, and mage in the royal court leaned slightly forward, curiosity and unease etched across their faces.
Jack turned to the king and gave a polite nod.
"Of course, Your Majesty."
He shifted his gaze to Cian, who visibly flinched under the blacksmith’s calm stare, and then began,
"Two months ago, when I was on a business trip in the Holy Empire, Mr. Cian Aurelias here contacted me. He said he was in urgent need of a large sum of money."
The murmurs returned, louder this time. Cian clenched his fists tightly.
Jack continued smoothly, his tone calm but sharp as a blade.
"The amount of money he wanted was enormous, and yet he didn’t approach any banks or other business owners. Why?"
Jack paused for effect. "Because he didn’t want the news to spread that he was attempting to purchase Genesis Biotech—a company that had just discovered the cure for Abyssal Corruption itself."
Gasps echoed through the court.
"He wanted to secure it secretly," Jack said, his expression unchanging. "He didn’t want competitors, and since his father—Pope Charles Aurelias—is a good friend of mine, he decided to come to me for the money instead."
King Edward leaned forward slightly. "I assume the money was used to buy Genesis Biotech?"
Jack nodded. "Exactly."
He clasped his hands behind his back as he continued, his tone calm but confident.
"Because the Pope is a dear friend, I agreed to lend Cian the money he needed—one hundred billion credits. However..."
A faint, devilish smile formed on Jack’s lips as he turned his gaze toward Alex, who nodded silently, already knowing what was coming next.
Jack’s smile widened slightly. "As I am also a businessman, I made him sign a contract. According to that agreement, if he failed to pay me back within forty-five days, he would owe me double the amount—two hundred billion credits. And, to ensure transparency and accountability, he also promised me thirty-five percent of the company’s shares as collateral."
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the nobles who were now utterly silent, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"A company that found the cure for Abyssal Corruption," Jack continued, "was bound to be worth trillions. Naturally, I wanted some form of guarantee."
The silence in the courtroom was deafening.
Then Jack said evenly, "At that time, Mr. Cian told me that the medicine would hit the market soon, and that he would repay the money right after the sales began."
He paused again, his voice lowering slightly, but his tone carried a sharp weight.
"But now it has been over sixty days. The medicine hasn’t been launched, and as per the contract... it’s time for him to pay me back two hundred billion credits. And since he failed to do so, I already hold thirty-five percent of Genesis Biotech’s shares."
The courtroom exploded in shocked murmurs. Even King Edward looked momentarily taken aback.
Cian gritted his teeth, anger and panic flashing across his face.
"I just talked to you last week!" he said sharply. "You told me it was fine—you said you’d give me more time! Why are you doing this now, Jack Klassen?"
He took a step forward, his voice rising in desperation. "You’re my father’s friend! I don’t remember ever offending you in any way!"
Jack turned his head slightly, his calm, unflinching gaze meeting Cian’s.
"You’re right," he said. "I’m a good friend of your father, not you."
Cian’s face darkened further.
Jack continued, his tone firm and merciless.
"To you, I’m just a business partner. And I handled our transaction as such—like business. You made the deal, you signed the contract, and you agreed to the terms."
Cian tried to interrupt, but Jack raised a hand slightly, silencing him.
"Don’t try to act clever with me, mr.cian I know exactly how your kind operates. If something went wrong with the cure—if the production failed due to side effects or caused a scandal—you’d blame me. You’d say I pressured you, that I was part of the scheme as I woukd have also owned a part of the company."
Jack’s gaze turned colder.
"That’s why you offered me thirty-five percent of the company shares in the first place—to ensure I’d stay silent and carry part of the blame if anything went wrong."
The nobles gasped again. Some turned toward Cian with disgust, while others whispered nervously.
Cian’s body trembled with rage, his face turning completely red, veins visible on his temple.
’That damn blacksmith... he knew it all and he planned this from the start!’ he thought.
But what terrified him most wasn’t Jack’s words—it was Alex, standing silently beside him, that faint smile on his face like a predator watching its prey cornered.
"And I assume something did go wrong," Edward said smoothly, his tone slicing through the murmurs like a blade. "After all, mr.cian still haven’t launched the antidode, has he?"
The question hung in the air like a challenge.
Cian’s jaw tightened, but before he could answer, Jack’s calm, unyielding voice continued, "I also know you’ve been deliberately avoiding repayment despite having the funds. You thought I wouldn’t notice, didn’t you?"

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