Winner Takes All
Chapter 379 I’ll Leave A Light For You Regardless Of How Late

It was silent in the room.

"Was father worried that I would check on him and that was why he deregistered the number?" Jack frowned and muttered.

Mr. Ward thought for a while and said, "Perhaps he was worried about others."

Jack was stunned. Indeed, if his father had sent him a message, then why would he be worried about Jack checking on him? He must have deregistered the number because he was worried about others tracing him.

"But, who was he avoiding?" Jack asked.

Mr. Ward shook his head and didn't say a word. He had served Patrick for many years and he was very familiar with his temper and nature. This was the first time that he couldn't figure him out. They didn't even have a single lead!

Mr. Ward took a deep breath and smiled bitterly, "I'm really at a loss this time. There are no leads and there is nothing suspicious at the Hughes family." What he said suppressed Jack's doubts.

The only thing that his father was fearful of was the Hughes family. But yet there was nothing suspicious at the Hughes family. After his father's disappearance, Madam Hughes and all the Hughes family members were actively looking for him.

Nothing seemed out of place.

"The more it didn't look suspicious, the more suspicious it looks. Something must be wrong." Jack muttered.

They had no leads. The only thing they know was that the number which his father sent the message was from a city in X Desert. But this seemed useless at this point. Even if they sent someone to check on location, it would be trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Jack took a deep breath and saw that Mr. Ward was very tired and trying hard to suppress his yawns. Jack said caringly, "Go and have some rest, Mr. Ward. Even if we don't have any leads, at least we know that my father is safe. I can be more assured now."

Jack had no desire to sleep after he left Mr. Ward's room. He brewed a pot of tea and paced at the courtyard as he sipped the tea to perk himself.

Feelings of doubts, concerns, and anxiety were all entangled together. It made him extremely vexed. Now that his father was safe, what worried him now was the attitude of the Hughes family towards him. A year was too short a deadline. Under his father's watchful eyes, he was sixty to seventy percent confident of presenting the necessary results to become the heir of the family during his father's birthday. But now his father was missing. Without his father's protection, if the Hughes family were to be biased against him, then the chances of him winning would tumble like an avalanche. Perhaps he would even be eliminated by his competition! For the moment, the one-year deadline was like waiting for his death.

"I can only wait to see what the Hughes family thinks." Jack stared blankly as he mumbled and sighed helplessly.

"It's cold in the morning, you should watch your health." A tender voice said from behind him.

Then Jack felt a jacket being placed onto his shoulders. He turned around and saw Amber standing behind him. She appeared to be full of worry as she looked at him.

"Why did you wake up so early? Why don't you sleep for a while more?" Jack asked.

Amber shook her head and said, "I was already awake. And I know that you sat in the hall for the entire night."

Jack was stunned. He was certain that he did his best to control his movement to minimize the noise. How was his wife able to know?

Amber tiptoed and flicked Jack's nose and smiled, "Silly fool, I waited for you last night and fell asleep only when I was too tired. The light at the bedside was left on for you."

"Don't be so silly the next time. No matter how late you come back, I'll always leave a light for you. You are worried about disturbing my sleep but you don't realize that I'll sleep even less without you."

Jack was in a daze. All these filled his heart with warmth.

Who didn't hope that among all the lights in the thousands of homes that one of the lights was left on for him? But who could do it in reality? Amber did it.

Jack was stunned that she could be so considerate to this degree considering her family background. In the three years of his previous marriage, he had never felt this way.

He became emotional and embraced Amber and said softly, "Thanks. I'm so fortunate to marry you."

"Okay, I've asked Daisy to make breakfast. Go to the dining room and I'll have Daisy bring the breakfast over." Amber struggled from Jack's embrace as she smiled beautifully. "Isn't there a kitchen at the Bamboo grove?" Jack asked.

Amber glared, "The chair at the hall is so hard. How could you have slept well? If Daisy were to cook at the kitchen, she'll definitely wake you up with all the noise."

Jack smiled at the thought that his wife was so considerate. But what his wife didn't know was that it wasn't that he didn't sleep well but he didn't even close his eyes.

At the dining room.

Very quickly Brent and Daisy served the dishes. Jack and the rest of them had a hearty breakfast and thereafter went with Brent to the courtyard for intense training. Jack never stopped the physical exercises. It was only with untiring persistence could he attain what he aimed for.

With Jack's increasing abilities, Brent modified the training to push his limits higher. Only with this could he push and realize his full potential.

The greenery in the Four Impressions Club was perfect. Along the pathways, the mist lingered and the air was fresh.

Jack trained topless and with the exercises, all his muscles were well defined and toned. Sweat rolled down his body as his skin glittered. His body was firm and strong.

Brent observed Jack's training on the side and he was secretly alarmed, "Master seemed limitless..."

Brent understood how to develop them physically as well as their fighting capabilities. Even with the elite generation, some performed very well but they very quickly reached their maximum potential and abilities. The maximum meant that once their skills and physiques reached a certain level, they would respond slowly to further training or even not improve anymore.

But Jack was the best of all the elite generation that he had trained.

Whether it was physical or fighting abilities, Jack's improvement was fast and he didn't seem to be fatigued after a session of intensive training. That showed that he had not reached the limit of his abilities. This also meant that Jack's physiques and fighting skills could still continue to improve. What was even more important was Jack's fighting instinct! It was a fighting instinct that surprised even Brent. Ask he looked at Jack's training, Brent couldn't help but ask, "Master Hughes, were you traumatized when you were young?"0000