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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 337
But instead, they were planning to kill him once Louis had been taken down.Oliver’s eyes widened as he scanned the pages. It was all there—the final betrayal. The Alliance’s plan was to use Oliver as a pawn, then dispose of him after they took over."You’ve been played, Oliver," Louis said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "The Phantom Alliance never cared about you. You were just a tool."Oliver’s face drained of color as the realization hit him. His stomach churned, the weight of his mistake crashing over him like a tidal wave. He had thought he was playing them, but now he realized it was the other way around."You—" Oliver’s voice faltered. "You knew."Louis smirked. "I knew the moment I saw the Phantom Alliance’s interest in me. I’m not as stupid as you think, Oliver."He took a step closer, his presence towering over Oliver."Your greed led to your downfall. You could’ve been with me—a trusted advisor—but you chose to sell me out." Louis’s voice turned icy, "
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 338
Silent Death was no ordinary killer. He was legendary, a shadow that moved without a sound, striking fear into the hearts of even the most dangerous men. For decades, he had operated without detection, leaving no trace, no evidence of his presence.When the Phantom Alliance had hired him, they had done so with complete confidence. There was no one more capable of eliminating Louis Kindsor.The International Business Summit was one of the most anticipated events of the year, where billionaires, heads of states, and CEOs gathered to discuss the future of global business.Louis Kindsor was scheduled to give the keynote address, and the world’s eyes were on him.As he walked onto the stage, the spotlight fell on him, casting his figure in sharp contrast against the darkened room. The audience rose to their feet in applause, but Louis didn’t flinch. He was completely unfazed by the attention.He adjusted the microphone, his cool demeanor the perfect match for his incredible power. He had f
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 339
The Phantom Alliance had always been one step ahead. At least, they thought they had been. They had manipulated the world’s financial system, engineered covert assassinations, and tried to dismantle Louis Kindsor from every angle imaginable.But now, they had something more dangerous than a mere man—something far more powerful.In a high-tech auditorium nestled in the heart of Silicon Valley, a large screen displayed the boldest claim ever made in the tech world.“Sentinel AI: The Future of Cybersecurity and Business Control.”The crowd of billionaires, government officials, and tech moguls sat at the edge of their seats, waiting for the Phantom Alliance’s grand reveal.Dr. Charles Morris, the same man who had failed spectacularly in his attempt to neutralize Louis Kindsor, stood at the podium. But this time, his demeanor was different—more controlled, more self-assured."Today, we take control of the future," Dr. Morris announced, his voice strong, yet with an undercurrent of satisfa
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The crowd began murmuring, some people whispering about a malfunction while others were still unsure if this was part of the show. But Louis wasn't done."Let me give you a demonstration," Louis continued, his voice smooth but laced with dangerous intent. "Sentinel AI was supposed to be the ultimate weapon, designed to hunt down people like me."Louis raised a hand, and instantly, the screens behind him began to flash with the code of Sentinel AI. Lines of complex algorithms spiraled and twisted on the screen, then stopped abruptly."What you failed to realize is that I built a backdoor into Sentinel three months ago," Louis said, his eyes gleaming. "You thought it was unbreachable, but every system has its weakness. I simply found it first."Dr. Morris stepped forward, eyes wide with horror, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding. “No… this isn’t possible!”Louis didn’t even look at him. “You never did your homework, Dr. Morris. You thought AI could replace human ingenuity. But
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 341
"I don’t typically accept offers so easily," Louis said, his voice calm but firm. "I prefer to understand exactly what someone wants before making any agreements."Victoria took a step closer, her eyes narrowing slightly, but her smile never wavered. "What I want, Mr. Kindsor, is simple. I’ve studied your rise, your ability to manipulate both the financial and cultivation worlds. I’ve even dabbled in the ancient techniques you’re rumored to have learned."At the mention of cultivation, Louis raised an eyebrow. So, this was her angle—she was trying to weave herself into the world he had mastered, to show that she had inside knowledge, to make him believe she was no ordinary ally.Louis didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting immediately. Instead, he decided to test her."What’s your opinion on the Azure Dragon Palm?" he asked, his tone casual. "I’ve been toying with some variations of it lately."Victoria’s eyes lit up, a flicker of excitement in her gaze. "Ah, yes. The Azure Drag
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 342
Louis Kindsor was in his private office, scanning through his usual mountain of business reports, when his assistant entered.“Mr. Kindsor, Harrison Montgomery is here to see you,” she said, her tone polite yet hesitant.Louis raised an eyebrow. Harrison Montgomery—the son of the legendary real estate magnate and the heir to the Montgomery Group. The Montgomery family was no stranger to the upper echelons of power and wealth, but their empire had been built on decades of sharp business acumen.Louis was curious. “Send him in.”The door opened, and in walked Harrison Montgomery—a man in his early thirties, with dark hair, sharp features, and an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. But today, there was something different about him—something more defeated in his posture.“Mr. Kindsor,” Harrison greeted, his voice steady but laced with frustration. “Thank you for meeting with me.”Louis gestured to the chair across from him. “What’s troubling you, Montgomery? You’ve never been o
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 343
The air at the exclusive business gala was thick with wealth, power, and hidden rivalries. The venue, a grand ballroom adorned with crystal chandeliers and gilded walls, was filled with the most influential moguls, corporate elites, and political figures from around the world.Louis Kindsor stepped inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his posture impeccably composed, exuding an aura of absolute confidence. By his side was Eleanor Kindsor, his wife, a woman as brilliant in strategy as she was in elegance. She wore a deep sapphire gown that shimmered under the ballroom lights, turning heads as they walked past.Tonight, however, Louis was being tested once again.Seated near the stage, Marcus Winters—the former CEO of Winters Holdings, now nothing more than a puppet for the Phantom Alliance—watched as Louis and Eleanor entered. A slow smirk spread across his face."This will be entertaining," he murmured to his companion.Marcus had spent weeks orchestrating this setup.
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The audience leaned in, waiting.Louis tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing.“I don’t dine in places I don’t own.”A murmur spread through the crowd, but before Marcus could understand what was happening, Louis lifted his phone and pressed a single button.Within seconds, the massive screens in the ballroom flickered, displaying a set of legal documents. The audience gasped, reading the words aloud.OFFICIAL DEED TRANSFER: KINDSOR ENTERPRISES NOW OWNS VENUE.Marcus’s face drained of color.Louis had purchased the entire venue.The very ground Marcus stood on no longer belonged to him.Louis took a slow sip of his drink before setting it down. “As the new owner of this fine establishment, I’d like to make some… seating adjustments.”He turned to the head event coordinator, who was now standing by nervously. “Would you kindly move Mr. Winters’s seat?”The coordinator, wide-eyed, nodded and gestured toward the security team standing by.Marcus stiffened, eyes darting around as two
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The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
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The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
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“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
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Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
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Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
