Chapter 14: Restoring OrderVolume Title: Volume 5 – Wall Street Rises Again
Volume Summary: Jack returns to Wall Street, only to find that the truth is far more complex than he imagined. Richard's remnants still linger, and a greater conspiracy awaits him. He must proceed with extreme caution if he is to eliminate these threats and restore order to Wall Street.
Chapter Title: Chapter 14 – Restoring Order
Henry Morgan's fury was like steam bursting from a massive ship in New York Harbor—powerful, unstoppable, shaking the very foundations of Wall Street. Greene had calculated well, but underestimated Morgan's influence in the financial world. The information Izabella delivered acted like a lit fuse, igniting years of suppressed anger and suspicion toward Greene.
"What did Morgan say?" Jack stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back turned to Izabella and Emily, his voice low but urgent.
Izabella hung up the phone and replied solemnly, "Mr. Morgan is furious over Greene's actions. He has already launched an investigation into Greene Group and has pledged full cooperation. However, he remains deeply suspicious of us—especially you, Jack."
"Suspicion is natural," Jack said, turning around, his eyes sharp and focused. "After all, we're seen as Greene's enemies. Suddenly appearing with accusations against him makes us look suspicious. But what matters is—we've lit the fire."
Emily frowned in concern. "But how much will Morgan really believe? What if he's just using us to weaken Greene, only to benefit himself in the end?"
Jack walked slowly to his desk and picked up a pen. On a blank sheet of paper, he wrote down key words—Greene, Morgan, Poseidon, ** Behind the Scenes - and connected them with lines.
"Morgan may be using us," Jack admitted, "but he also needs our intelligence and pressure on Greene to ensure his own survival. For now, we exist in a delicate balance."
"And our job," he continued, his tone filled with confidence, "is to use this balance to further dismantle Greene's power—and earn Morgan's trust."
In the days that followed, Wall Street simmered with tension. Like a shark detecting blood in the water, Morgan Group launched a comprehensive investigation into Greene Group—scrutinizing its financial statements, internal trades, and offshore accounts. Naturally, Greene refused to go quietly; he fought back while desperately trying to cover his tracks.
Jack wasn't idle either. Alongside Izabella and Emily, he continued gathering evidence against Greene while selectively leaking key information to Morgan Group. He played the role of a master strategist, maneuvering between Greene and Morgan, carefully steering the conflict toward his advantage.
Yet, Greene's counterattacks were fierce. He pulled every string he had left on Wall Street to halt Morgan's investigation and intensified his hunt for Jack. Jack remained on high alert—he knew Greene had gone mad, capable of anything.
One evening, as Jack exited his lawyer's office, a black SUV screeched to a stop beside him. Several muscular men in black suits jumped out, weapons drawn, advancing with cold determination.
"Jack Donnell! Mr. Greene wants a word with you!" growled the leader.
Jack had anticipated this. He ducked behind his car and pressed a button on his key fob. Seconds later, several sleek black sedans roared onto the street, surrounding the SUV. Dozens of suited bodyguards spilled out, engaging Greene's men in a fierce gunfight that shattered the quiet of the New York night.
Amid the chaos, Jack slipped into one of the cars and sped away.
"Damn it! That madman Greene!" Jack exhaled sharply, leaning back against the seat. He knew he needed to find a safe location fast—or risk capture.
Izabella called shortly after, her voice tense with urgency. "Jack, things are getting worse! Greene has used all his connections to lock down New York. We can't move without being tracked!"
"I know," Jack replied calmly. "I have a plan. We're going to see someone."
"Who?" Izabella asked.
"My old friend, John." Jack's eyes burned with resolve.
John was a legend in the underground circles of New York—a man with vast networks and immense power. He could help Jack disappear from Greene's radar. But dealing with John came at a steep price.
Jack, Izabella, and Emily arrived at John's underground casino. The air inside was thick with cigarette smoke, alcohol, and the scent of money. Laughter, curses, and the clinking of glasses filled the dimly lit hall.
Dressed in a luxurious silk robe, John lounged in a private room, sipping red wine. When he saw Jack enter, a knowing smile spread across his face.
"Jack, it's been a long time," John said, setting his glass down. "You don't visit me unless you're in deep trouble."
"I need your help," Jack said bluntly.
"Oh? What kind of trouble brings a Wall Street elite like you to my doorstep?" John asked, intrigued.
Jack recounted his war with Greene and the life-threatening danger he now faced.
John listened in silence before finally speaking. "Jack, I respect your strength, but don't underestimate Greene. Helping you won't be easy."
"I know," Jack said firmly. "And I'm ready to pay the price."
"I like that about you," John chuckled. "I'll help you vanish from Greene's reach. I'll even help you gather more dirt on him. But I have one condition."
"What is it?" Jack asked.
"I want shares in Greene Group," John said, his voice laced with greed.
Jack hesitated. He knew the demand was ruthless—but he had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, he extended his hand.
"Deal."
John clasped it tightly. "Then it's settled."
With John's support, Jack finally broke free from Greene's relentless pursuit. Using his underground contacts, John relocated Jack to a secure hideout and assigned elite guards to protect him.
At the same time, John began feeding Jack critical intelligence on Greene—like a venomous snake creeping closer to deliver the final strike.
Meanwhile, Jack waited patiently for the right moment—the moment when he would reclaim control and restore order to Wall Street.
He knew Greene's reign was ending. A new era was about to begin—one led by him.
He would show Wall Street that even a man who rose from hell could stand atop the world once again—not through corruption, but through justice.
He would prove that even in the darkest corners, one could still look up at the stars and chase the light.
He would transform betrayal, pain, and loss into strength—and rewrite the future.
The age of truth had come.
And Jack Donnell was ready to lead it.