The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 193

When the supervisor heard the name Morix Sable, his smug expression twisted—then morphed into open mockery.

He sneered. “Morix? Please.”

Jaden ignored him. Not a single glance. He calmly pulled out his phone and made the call like he was ordering lunch.

The line clicked.

“It’s me,” Jaden said coolly. “Morix, I’m outside your restaurant.”

That name—that one name—sent the group off again like someone hit a laugh track.

“Morix?” the supervisor barked, eyes wide with theatrical shock. “Oh, this is gold!”

His underlings burst into loud, exaggerated laughter. One of them slapped the hood of a nearby car, wheezing. Another doubled over, clutching his sides.

“He’s calling Mr. Sable now!” someone snorted. “What’s next? He runs this street too?”

“Bet he’s his caddy on weekends,” another chimed in.

Their voices overlapped, layered with mockery. The kind of forced noise that only sounded brave when the target didn’t hit back.

But then—

BAM!

The restaurant’s office door exploded open.

A large man barreled out like a rhino on fire. No shoes. No hesitation. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, his chest still slick with massage oil.

Broad shoulders. Barrel chest. A scar just visible above the collarbone.

Morix Sable.

His secretary clattered behind him in high heels, waving a pair of polished black Italian loafers in the air.

“Sir! Your shoes! You forgot your shoes again!”

Morix didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. He was halfway through a deep-tissue massage when the phone rang—and he had vaulted off the table like it was a bomb drill.

Now he rushed toward Jaden like his life depended on it.

And now he was barefoot, bowing, and calling Jaden—

Not “Mr.”

Not “friend.”

Sir.

Jaden didn’t react. His voice was calm.

“I’m here to try your food,” he said, not sparing a glance at the security staff. “But apparently, your gatekeepers think I’m a beggar. They barred me at the door.”

He let the sentence hang.

Morix’s face went pale.

He turned, eyes immediately locking on the supervisor and his crew. The air around him thickened. His bare feet slapped forward one step—and somehow, that one step was louder than all the laughter from earlier.

“You did what?” he said, voice quiet, deadly.