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Ethan smiled, his heart swelling with pride and affection. “Together,” he echoed, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side. The battle for justice and their future had only just begun, and he was ready to fight with everything he had.***Paul sat in the driver’s seat of the car, the engine idling softly in the hospital parking lot. It was already nearing afternoon, as the sun cast a warm glow through the open windows, the breeze a welcome relief after the chaos of the previous night. He leaned back, wincing slightly as his body reminded him of the injuries he had sustained. A few plastered cuts on his face and bandages on his arms were a testament to the ferocity of the fight.His phone buzzed in the cup holder beside him. He glanced at the screen, seeing Rachel’s name flash. A small smile crept onto his face as he picked up the phone and answered.“Hey, Rachel,” he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and relief.“Paul! I’m so glad you a
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 116
But for a few moments longer, he allowed himself to sit there, absorbing the strength he drew from his conversation with Rachel, readying himself for the battles yet to come.***Ethan gently closed the door to Sandra’s room, his mind still replaying the attack and their subsequent escape. The hospital hallway was a stark contrast to the chaos they had narrowly survived—sterile, quiet, and deceptively peaceful. As he stepped into the hallway, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked the screen and saw “Old Man” flashing. Taking a deep breath, he answered.“Hello” Ethan said, his voice steady but tinged with exhaustion.“Ethan, my boy,” the Old Man’s gravelly voice came through, filled with concern. “How are you holding up? I heard about the attack.”Ethan leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’m alright, more or less. A few bruises, but nothing major. Sandra took a nasty hit, though. She’s recovering now.”“Damn,” the Old Man muttered, a hint of anger seeping i
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 117
The sun barely peeked through the cracks in the tin roof of Alex's makeshift room, casting a dim light over the cluttered space. The air was thick with the smell of stale sweat and smoke from the nearby factories. Alex sat on a rickety wooden stool, hunched over a small, battered radio, its surface covered in scratches and grime. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned the dial, tuning in to the familiar voice of the news reporter."...last night's shocking attack at the gala," the reporter's voice crackled through the static. "Authorities are still piecing together the details of the incident."Alex's heart pounded in his chest. He leaned closer to the radio, his breath shallow and rapid. The room seemed to close in around him, every sound amplified, every sensation heightened."Among those targeted was Ethan Anderson," the reporter continued. "The heir to one of the country's most prominent Super Houses and lead partner in the Monument Project."A wave of happiness washed over
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 118
With renewed determination, Jackson returned to his workout, each punch and lift fueled by a sense of urgency. He knew the stakes were higher than ever, and there was no room for hesitation. The game was on, and he intended to win, no matter the cost.***The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the expansive grounds of Gerald’s mansion. The reporters, their cameras and microphones at the ready, had gathered in droves, the anticipation already visible in the cool air. The ornate gates of the mansion opened slowly, revealing a pathway lined with meticulously trimmed hedges leading up to the grand entrance. At the center of this spectacle stood Gerald, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his demeanor a blend of composed authority and genuine concern.He stepped up to a hastily erected podium, flanked by two burly guards whose eyes scanned the crowd with an unwavering vigilance. The murmur of the assembled press hushed as Gerald approached the microphone, hi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 119
The dimly lit room, hidden beneath layers of concrete and secrecy, exuded an air of clandestine operations. This was the very place where Denera and Gerald had convened before, plotting their machinations away from prying eyes. — The Serpent's DenThe walls were adorned with detailed maps and surveillance photos. A single, flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting elongated shadows that danced menacingly around the room.Gerald arrived first, his footsteps echoing through the narrow corridor that led to the room. He took a seat at the old wooden table in the center, its surface scarred from years of use. Moments later, Denera entered, her presence as commanding as ever. She walked with a purpose, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor.“Gerald,” she greeted, taking her seat opposite him. Her eyes were sharp, her demeanor exuding both confidence and frustration.“Denera,” he replied, a slight nod acknowledging her arrival.They sat in silence for a moment,
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For now, they would wait, biding their time, gaining the trust of their enemies, and preparing for the final act of their elaborate play. The shadows were their ally, and in the darkness, they thrived.***Denera walked briskly through the iron gates of the Lockwood mansion, the gravel crunching beneath her designer heels. The sprawling estate was bathed in the late afternoon sun, its grandeur a stark contrast to the shadowy meeting she had just left. She could feel the weight of the conversation with Gerald lingering in her mind, but she pushed it aside as she approached the grand entrance. There were other matters to attend to, namely her brother Jason.As she stepped into the cool, marbled foyer, she heard the faint strains of classical music playing from the living room. The air was scented with the faint aroma of fresh roses, likely a new addition from their housekeeper. Denera walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the polished floor, until she reached the thresho
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He could only hope that her plan would work and that they would emerge from this unscathed.Furthermore, he needed their House in order as he set out to being his own schemes.***Ethan and Paul arrived at the Majestic Skies Building, its gleaming facade reflecting the afternoon sun. As they approached, Ethan noticed a throng of reporters gathered at the gate, their presence a clear indication that the news of last night’s attack had spread quickly. “Paul, pull over,” Ethan instructed, his voice calm but authoritative. “I need to address them before we go in.”Paul nodded and maneuvered the car to a stop near the gate. Ethan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable barrage of questions. As soon as he stepped out of the car, the reporters surged forward, their voices a chaotic blend of questions and shouts.“Mr. Anderson! Over here!”“Can you tell us what happened last night?”“Do you know who’s responsible for the attack?”Ethan raised his hand, his expression comman
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The mansion of the mysterious man, perched on the outskirts of town, was a fortress of shadow and secrecy. Its tall, iron gates and high walls cloaked in creeping ivy hinted at the power and wealth hidden within. Inside, the grandeur of the mansion was both opulent and imposing, with dark wood paneling, heavy velvet drapes, and intricate chandeliers casting ghostly reflections on polished floors.In the heart of this labyrinthine mansion was the office of the mysterious man, a place where sunlight fought to penetrate. The office was a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows, though the heavy drapes were drawn back just enough for narrow slivers of sunlight to pierce the gloom. These rays of light created an ethereal effect, casting long shadows and making it nearly impossible to see the face of the man who sat at the desk. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and tobacco, mingling with a hint of something more exotic and elusive.A large flat-screen TV was mounted on
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