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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 75: Nova Whitemore
John Kennedy Airport was the definition of true luxury. It was more than an airport, it was a home to air birds, public and private. Only the wealthy could afford to use that airport or even walk on those grounds. Clearly, Nora had made it big, big enough to have hired her own private jet. People could be seen driving their convoys, welcoming loved ones and perhaps, hated ones, also. It was a known fact that your greatest enemy is in your home. Gary could relate so explicitly. Finally, as soon as the clock struck 12:15 pm, the convoy came to a halt. Gary stepped out of the car and was about to walk away when Enrique stopped him. “Hey, where the fuck are you going? Come open the door for me and don’t walk away like you are someone important.” Gary paused, and then he smiled. He then turned back and walked back to the Black Sedan, to the passenger seat at the back where Enrique was seated like Randy Watson from Coming to America. Gary knocked on the window, and then Enrique wou
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 76: Château Blanc
The night had just begun to breathe over the city skyline, casting a glassy sheen across the mirrored downtown towers. Neon signs danced over polished car hoods, and streetlamps blinked to life like curious eyes watching the night unfold. A long, obsidian-black Bentley slowed before the glistening entrance of the Chateau Blanc—a five-star culinary fortress known for hosting monarchs, billionaires, and the kind of power players who made empires tremble with a phone call. In less stressful words, Chateau Blanc was absolutely stunning. “Mr. Enrique, the Diamond Room is ready. We’ve chilled the Opus One just as requested.” A serveur said. “Perfect,” Enrique replied, tossing his keys to the valet with a casual flick. “Take care of her, will you? She’s a rare breed.” The valet barely nodded, already smitten by the car, the aura, the money. Nova’s brows raised slightly. “Diamond Room?” she asked, leaning toward Enrique as they entered the marble-floored lobby. “Are you sure, Enrique.
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 77: Shame Has A Face
The maitre d’ finally spoke up. “Actually, sir, in Chateau Blanc, we have 4 rooms. The Gold Room, costing $5 Million for a session. The Platinum Room, costing $10 Million for a session. Then we have the Diamond room which, meals and other services costing $40 Million for an hour. And lastly, we have the Celestial Chamber costing $120 Million for 12 hours for all services.” The maitre d’ ended by saying, shakingly, “And you, sir, are in the Celestial Chamber. Only two people have the right to access the room. First, the worthy, and secondly, the Wang Empire.” At the mention of the Wang Empire, Gary smiled. He was not even aware himself. As it were, he had more power than he realised. It would be safe to say he, his empire, controlled America. A fact. His company racked up more than $100 Trillion every year. So he was not surprised at all. Enrique’s stomach twisted like a knot. The food in his mouth suddenly tasted like rocks. His hands began to shiver. He had not even looked up the
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 78: Sixty Seconds To Live
Seated on a cushioned throne behind a black-onyx desk that could swallow most living rooms whole, Mr. Don looked every inch the emperor he believed himself to be. A titanium Omega watch gleamed on his thick wrist, more a weapon than a timepiece. He didn’t need it to tell time—he made time bow to him. His office, perched on the 88th floor of the Doncorp Tower, wasn’t just an office—it was a fortress of wealth. The floor beneath his feet was imported Persian marble, veins of emerald streaking through it like silent rivers. The chandelier above him wasn’t just Swarovski; it had its own insurance policy. On the walls, screens flickered with stock indices from Tokyo, Paris, Frankfurt, and Wall Street—all dancing to his invisible tune. And before him, a giant glass wall stretched toward the skyline, showing the sprawling empire of neon and greed that was his playground. That right there was the perfect definition of the man called Don, owner of Chateau Blanc. A dozen high-powered partn
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 79: The Fool, The Wine And The Unforgivable Debt
“What do you mean it is on the house? Does that… mean I am.. I am free?” asked Enrique stammering. Mr. Don was not sure what to say. He looked at Gary like he needed direction from him. He was not sure of what to say, how to act, how to breathe. “I will cover the expenses, Mr. Don.” Gary finally spoke. The entire room of seven people turned to look at him. “Will you shut the fuck up, asshole? Do you want to die? Get on your knees and beg with me, and perhaps, Mr. Don may be kind enough to alleviate the pain and wrath he is about to inflict on us,” roared Enrique. Gary only giggled. He looked at Nova, who was also calm. She was frightened. The name Mr. Don scared her already how much more Master Wang. She averted her gaze to Gary, finding some things unusual. Like how confident he strode, how calm he was, how well calculated his words were. It seemed as if he had a hidden power of his own that he was yet to possess. ‘Or does he?’ Nova asked. “Mr. Don, I understand that the fool
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 80: "Who The Fuck Are You?"
“I don’t know, man,” O.J replied, lips trembling. “But I’m never disrespecting any ‘messenger’ again in my life.” Nova had not touched her drink. She was still processing everything. What she had just witnessed defied every law of social hierarchy she had ever known. Gary hadn’t begged. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t even needed to move. But when he spoke, Titans responded. Mr. Don, the man who allegedly made the President wait for a meeting, was now standing silent like a student caught cheating during an exam. Mr. Don turned slowly to Enrique, still seething but now boxed in. “You. Are very, very lucky today. The next time you or your clownish associates embarrass this establishment again, there will be no wine, no meal, no warning. Just consequences. I will take off your pants and whop your goddamn white ass!” Enrique opened his mouth to speak, but all he could manage was a shaky, “Yes sir.” As Mr. Don began to walk out, Gary tilted his head thoughtfully. “Mr. Don,” he
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 81: Mansion Of Masks
Gary drove Enrique and Nova to the mansion while Tyrese and O.J found their way out of the area. They had seen enough Stranger Things in less than 24 hours. The Lancasters mansion was already brimming with bright lights, confetti and other party stuff. William had also gone to a different airport to pick up his wife. The house slowly turned into a party gala, welcoming two women back home. Nova Whitemore, the successful business woman from France, and Elena, William’s wife who also went on a business trip. “Oh my beautiful baby girl,” Madam Ann shed some tears as she ran to hug Nova while the rest of the family trailed along, each getting a turn to touch the now made billionaire. Enrique was the only one standing there still processing the shock from earlier. Gary however just stood there, wondering what was going on. How and why would the two women suddenly barge into New York? Especially with the recent happenings at his office with Calvin and the mysterious ring from China. So
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 82: The Smell Of Parables And Perfume
The following day, night seemed to approach faster. The house was now more busy than ever, dishes all over the kitchen and dirty clothes in the laundry room. As much as Gary loved to do some of those menial jobs, he was not going to wash someone’s panties or socks. He left that for the cleaners. Besides, the welcoming party of Edmond Edgar was only in a few hours. He needed to get dressed in preparation. Gary stood in front of the mirror trying to knot his tie when someone suddenly took over. Slowly and creeply. He had forgotten to shut his door. “Evelyn?” he called out, slowly leaving the piece of fabric for the lady to work on. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You should be getting ready. I mean, your mom needs you to be as pretty as possible so you can steal Edmond’s heart.” Evelyn was momentarily quiet. “You know the problem of stealing from a rich man, Gary? You don’t. They give to you. Sometimes in a gift box, sometimes, in a plastic spoon and other times, in replaceme
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Chapter 83: Edmond Edgar
The courtyard erupted in cheers. Glasses clinked. Cameras flashed. A slow, cinematic spotlight spun across the grand balcony overhead—and then, stepping out like royalty from a world stage, Edmond appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch sculpted by generations of perfection and privilege. His tuxedo fit him like skin. His jawline could slice diamonds. And when he smiled, it wasn’t just charm—it was a calculated blade sheathed in charisma. He waved once. Then twice. Women whispered. Men nodded with manufactured admiration. He was like a mini god. Ladies tripped to be with him. He had accomplished great things in the land of America, taken over his father’s legacy and built it into a much bigger empire. Men were proud of the young man, women adored him and would leave even their husbands to be with Edmond Edgar. Inside the ballroom, the celebration exploded. Violinists and pianists dueled musically in opposite corners. Waiters weaved through the crowd with crystal platters. Cha
Chapter 82: The Smell Of Parables And Perfume
The following day, night seemed to approach faster. The house was now more busy than ever, dishes all over the kitchen and dirty clothes in the laundry room. As much as Gary loved to do some of those menial jobs, he was not going to wash someone’s panties or socks. He left that for the cleaners. Besides, the welcoming party of Edmond Edgar was only in a few hours. He needed to get dressed in preparation. Gary stood in front of the mirror trying to knot his tie when someone suddenly took over. Slowly and creeply. He had forgotten to shut his door. “Evelyn?” he called out, slowly leaving the piece of fabric for the lady to work on. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You should be getting ready. I mean, your mom needs you to be as pretty as possible so you can steal Edmond’s heart.” Evelyn was momentarily quiet. “You know the problem of stealing from a rich man, Gary? You don’t. They give to you. Sometimes in a gift box, sometimes, in a plastic spoon and other times, in replaceme
Chapter 81: Mansion Of Masks
Gary drove Enrique and Nova to the mansion while Tyrese and O.J found their way out of the area. They had seen enough Stranger Things in less than 24 hours. The Lancasters mansion was already brimming with bright lights, confetti and other party stuff. William had also gone to a different airport to pick up his wife. The house slowly turned into a party gala, welcoming two women back home. Nova Whitemore, the successful business woman from France, and Elena, William’s wife who also went on a business trip. “Oh my beautiful baby girl,” Madam Ann shed some tears as she ran to hug Nova while the rest of the family trailed along, each getting a turn to touch the now made billionaire. Enrique was the only one standing there still processing the shock from earlier. Gary however just stood there, wondering what was going on. How and why would the two women suddenly barge into New York? Especially with the recent happenings at his office with Calvin and the mysterious ring from China. So
Chapter 80: "Who The Fuck Are You?"
“I don’t know, man,” O.J replied, lips trembling. “But I’m never disrespecting any ‘messenger’ again in my life.” Nova had not touched her drink. She was still processing everything. What she had just witnessed defied every law of social hierarchy she had ever known. Gary hadn’t begged. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t even needed to move. But when he spoke, Titans responded. Mr. Don, the man who allegedly made the President wait for a meeting, was now standing silent like a student caught cheating during an exam. Mr. Don turned slowly to Enrique, still seething but now boxed in. “You. Are very, very lucky today. The next time you or your clownish associates embarrass this establishment again, there will be no wine, no meal, no warning. Just consequences. I will take off your pants and whop your goddamn white ass!” Enrique opened his mouth to speak, but all he could manage was a shaky, “Yes sir.” As Mr. Don began to walk out, Gary tilted his head thoughtfully. “Mr. Don,” he
Chapter 79: The Fool, The Wine And The Unforgivable Debt
“What do you mean it is on the house? Does that… mean I am.. I am free?” asked Enrique stammering. Mr. Don was not sure what to say. He looked at Gary like he needed direction from him. He was not sure of what to say, how to act, how to breathe. “I will cover the expenses, Mr. Don.” Gary finally spoke. The entire room of seven people turned to look at him. “Will you shut the fuck up, asshole? Do you want to die? Get on your knees and beg with me, and perhaps, Mr. Don may be kind enough to alleviate the pain and wrath he is about to inflict on us,” roared Enrique. Gary only giggled. He looked at Nova, who was also calm. She was frightened. The name Mr. Don scared her already how much more Master Wang. She averted her gaze to Gary, finding some things unusual. Like how confident he strode, how calm he was, how well calculated his words were. It seemed as if he had a hidden power of his own that he was yet to possess. ‘Or does he?’ Nova asked. “Mr. Don, I understand that the fool
Chapter 78: Sixty Seconds To Live
Seated on a cushioned throne behind a black-onyx desk that could swallow most living rooms whole, Mr. Don looked every inch the emperor he believed himself to be. A titanium Omega watch gleamed on his thick wrist, more a weapon than a timepiece. He didn’t need it to tell time—he made time bow to him. His office, perched on the 88th floor of the Doncorp Tower, wasn’t just an office—it was a fortress of wealth. The floor beneath his feet was imported Persian marble, veins of emerald streaking through it like silent rivers. The chandelier above him wasn’t just Swarovski; it had its own insurance policy. On the walls, screens flickered with stock indices from Tokyo, Paris, Frankfurt, and Wall Street—all dancing to his invisible tune. And before him, a giant glass wall stretched toward the skyline, showing the sprawling empire of neon and greed that was his playground. That right there was the perfect definition of the man called Don, owner of Chateau Blanc. A dozen high-powered partn
Chapter 77: Shame Has A Face
The maitre d’ finally spoke up. “Actually, sir, in Chateau Blanc, we have 4 rooms. The Gold Room, costing $5 Million for a session. The Platinum Room, costing $10 Million for a session. Then we have the Diamond room which, meals and other services costing $40 Million for an hour. And lastly, we have the Celestial Chamber costing $120 Million for 12 hours for all services.” The maitre d’ ended by saying, shakingly, “And you, sir, are in the Celestial Chamber. Only two people have the right to access the room. First, the worthy, and secondly, the Wang Empire.” At the mention of the Wang Empire, Gary smiled. He was not even aware himself. As it were, he had more power than he realised. It would be safe to say he, his empire, controlled America. A fact. His company racked up more than $100 Trillion every year. So he was not surprised at all. Enrique’s stomach twisted like a knot. The food in his mouth suddenly tasted like rocks. His hands began to shiver. He had not even looked up the
Chapter 76: Château Blanc
The night had just begun to breathe over the city skyline, casting a glassy sheen across the mirrored downtown towers. Neon signs danced over polished car hoods, and streetlamps blinked to life like curious eyes watching the night unfold. A long, obsidian-black Bentley slowed before the glistening entrance of the Chateau Blanc—a five-star culinary fortress known for hosting monarchs, billionaires, and the kind of power players who made empires tremble with a phone call. In less stressful words, Chateau Blanc was absolutely stunning. “Mr. Enrique, the Diamond Room is ready. We’ve chilled the Opus One just as requested.” A serveur said. “Perfect,” Enrique replied, tossing his keys to the valet with a casual flick. “Take care of her, will you? She’s a rare breed.” The valet barely nodded, already smitten by the car, the aura, the money. Nova’s brows raised slightly. “Diamond Room?” she asked, leaning toward Enrique as they entered the marble-floored lobby. “Are you sure, Enrique.
Chapter 75: Nova Whitemore
John Kennedy Airport was the definition of true luxury. It was more than an airport, it was a home to air birds, public and private. Only the wealthy could afford to use that airport or even walk on those grounds. Clearly, Nora had made it big, big enough to have hired her own private jet. People could be seen driving their convoys, welcoming loved ones and perhaps, hated ones, also. It was a known fact that your greatest enemy is in your home. Gary could relate so explicitly. Finally, as soon as the clock struck 12:15 pm, the convoy came to a halt. Gary stepped out of the car and was about to walk away when Enrique stopped him. “Hey, where the fuck are you going? Come open the door for me and don’t walk away like you are someone important.” Gary paused, and then he smiled. He then turned back and walked back to the Black Sedan, to the passenger seat at the back where Enrique was seated like Randy Watson from Coming to America. Gary knocked on the window, and then Enrique wou
