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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 147
The driver looked at the floor and saw the other two men beaten and battered on the floor in front of the Old Man.***He looked at the the Old Man with a look that said "how the hell did you do that?""Good diet and exercise, besides I'm not that old." The old Man answered the driver's thought as if he read his mind.The Old Man nodded, surveying the aftermath. Four men lay on the ground, incapacitated. The room was filled with the sounds of labored breathing and the faint hum of electrical interference from the disabled guns."Well done," the Old Man said, his voice calm and composed. "Let's secure the area and find what we came for."They moved through the building with practiced ease, checking for any additional threats and securing any valuable information they could find. The Old Man's mind was already turning to the next steps in their plan, the adrenaline of the fight blending seamlessly into the cold logic of strategy.As they knocked out all the Mafia men completely, the d
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 148
The night was calm, with only the hum of the engine breaking the silence as the old man and his driver sped down the near-deserted roads. Streetlights cast long shadows on the asphalt, flickering intermittently. Few cars passed by, their occupants likely hurrying home to the warmth and safety that awaited them. The tension in the car was reaching the roof, each man lost in his thoughts as they neared their destination.The address given by the Mafia men led them to a secluded house at the edge of the city, hidden away from prying eyes. As they approached, the old man gestured for his driver to park a considerable distance away. The house was shrouded in darkness, with only the faintest glimmer of light escaping through the curtained windows. It looked peaceful, but both men knew better than to be deceived by appearances.Stealthily, they exited the car and moved towards the house, their senses heightened. The old man took the lead, his years of experience guiding their every ste
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 149
Ethan sat in his office the following morning, deeply engrossed in his work on his laptop. The early sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the decor of his office. His fingers flew over the keyboard, wasting no time in getting ahead of the days work. He glanced at his phone every now and then waiting for the Old Man's call, but nothing came in.The door to his office opened silently, and Sandra walked in. She was a vision of elegance and beauty, dressed in a sleek, red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face, and her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features.She exuded confidence and grace, each step she took drawing Ethan's attention."Ethan," she greeted, her voice smooth and inviting. He looked up from his laptop, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. "Sandra, you look stunning as always, Always a pleasure," Ethan greeted, his eyes lingering on her as she approa
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 150
Anthony continued, "Firstly, we have the Global Cultural Center, which will showcase the arts, traditions, and histories of different cultures around the world. This will be a place where people can learn and appreciate the diversity of our global community."***Ethan's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "How will we ensure the representation of various cultures?""We'll be collaborating with cultural institutions and artists from every continent," Anthony explained. "This will include rotating exhibits, live performances, and interactive displays. As time goes on, we will imbibe more activities to expand the number of cultures that will be represented." Anthony explained."Sounds fantastic," Ethan remarked. "What's next?"Anthony swiped on his tablet, bringing up another schematic. "The International Peace Institute. This will be a hub for diplomacy and conflict resolution. We'll host international summits, peace talks, and provide a neutral ground for global leaders to meet and discuss
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 151
While Sandra and Anthony were deep in discussion with Ethan inside the Majestic Skies Building, Alex sat in his car, parked discreetly in a deserted alley across the street. The early morning sun cast long shadows, creating a perfect cover for Alex's covert surveillance. He had trailed Ethan to the building and had noted with keen interest Sandra's arrival. Her presence indicated that something significant was brewing, and Alex was determined to uncover it.His eyes scanned the building's entrance, watching intently for any movement. Time seemed to crawl by, the silence of the alley only broken by the occasional distant hum of a passing car. Alex's mind raced with possibilities, his instincts telling him that whatever was happening inside was crucial.Suddenly, the car door beside him was wrenched open with brutal force. Alex barely had time to react before a rough voice growled, "Surprise, motherfucker."Jackson's hulking figure loomed over him, his grip like a vice as he yanked
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 152
As Jackson disappeared into the shadows, the street remained deserted, the confrontation unnoticed by the world.***The underground parking lot was eerily quiet, its dim lighting casting long shadows that danced with every flicker of the aging fluorescent tubes. Mr. McDave stood near a concrete pillar, his eyes darting around nervously. The chill of the underground space crept through his tailored suit, but it was the tension of waiting that truly unsettled him. He glanced at his watch, then back to the entrance, the faint sound of approaching tires growing louder in the stillness.A sleek, sophisticated car glided into view, its dark, tinted windows concealing the occupants. It moved with the grace of a predator, silent and efficient, before coming to a stop beside him. The back window wound down smoothly, revealing Jason, seated comfortably, his eyes cold and emotionless."Get in," Jason ordered, his voice calm but brooking no argument.Mr. McDave swallowed hard, quickly movin
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 153
Ethan stood in his room, adjusting his tie as he admired his reflection in the full-length mirror. The luxurious tuxedo he wore was a deep shade of midnight blue, tailored to his body perfectly. The fabric shimmered subtly under the soft lighting, exuding a sense of timeless elegance and sophistication. His crisp white shirt contrasted beautifully against the dark jacket, and the polished black shoes completed the ensemble. As he added the final touches to his outfit, a silver cufflink on each wrist, his mind briefly wandered to Suzan.For a fleeting moment, Ethan's expression softened as he thought of her. Memories of their times together surfaced, bringing a brief smile to his lips. He allowed himself to bask in the nostalgia for just a second before refocusing on the present. He knew tonight was about Sandra, and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect.Satisfied with his appearance, Ethan left his room and found Paul waiting outside, a look of admiration in his eyes. "
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 154
The waiter returned with a bottle of fine wine, pouring them each a glass. As they toasted to the evening, the warmth between them grew, and the world outside the restaurant seemed to fade away.***The mysterious mansion loomed at the edge of the dense forest, its stone walls weathered by time and nature. The grand structure exuded an eerie silence, the only sounds being the rustling leaves and occasional hoots of distant owls. Its most distinctive feature was the gigantic front door, intricately carved with the symbol of a tree. The tree’s branches stretched outwards, almost as if it were alive, its roots deeply embedded in the heavy wooden panels.Inside, the air was thick with an aura of secrecy. The mansion's study, a room filled with old books and antique furniture, was dimly lit by a single flickering candle. The faint light barely penetrated the corners of the room, casting long shadows that seemed to dance and twist.The heavy door of the study creaked open, and a man dr
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The warmth of a quiet morning bathed Rhys and Denera in soft golden light as they sat together on a wide sofa in their tastefully decorated living room. The chaos that had consumed their lives for months felt like a distant memory. Denera rested her head on Rhys’s chest, his arm draped protectively around her. Their hands were intertwined, fingers lightly brushing against each other—a silent vow to never let go. "I still can’t believe we’re here," Denera murmured, her voice carrying a blend of disbelief and gratitude. Rhys tilted her chin up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "We fought for this, Denera. We’ve been through hell, but we came out stronger. I don’t just love you—I’m in awe of you." She smiled, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "And I’m in awe of us. Let’s promise to never let anything or anyone come between us again." Rhys leaned down and kissed her gently. "Not a chance. We’re unbreakable now." The two sat in silence for a moment, basking in the tranquility
Chapter 375
The morning sun bathed the city in a golden hue as a soft breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers. A week has passed and normalcy has somewhat returned. It was a perfect day, fitting for an event of such grandeur. The wedding of Paul and Rachel-the moment everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived. The venue was a masterpiece: one of the most magnificent halls in the city, renowned for its towering crystal chandeliers and intricately carved marble pillars. From the outside, the building glistened with a mix of modern architectural elegance and timeless charm. Inside, the hall was transformed into a dreamland. A canopy of white roses and orchids draped across the ceiling, interspersed with tiny, twinkling lights that mimicked a starry night. Golden chairs lined the aisle, their backs adorned with silk ribbons and floral arrangements. At the center, a raised platform housed an altar framed by cascading vines and glittering drapery. Guests began to arrive, dress
Chapter 374
The dim light of Alex’s makeshift room flickered, casting shadows on the cracked walls and the scattered remnants of his old life. He sat on the edge of a wooden crate, methodically strapping his gear into place. His breaths were steady, but his eyes burned with purpose. Tonight was the night. This was what he had been training for—the moment he would finally free Laurel and eliminate Jason. Alex picked up his blade, its polished steel glinting in the faint light. He ran his fingers over the edge, testing its sharpness. A small scar on his knuckle caught his eye—a reminder of all the battles he’d fought leading up to this. He glanced at the photo of Laurel taped to the wall, her smile a beacon of hope amidst his darkened world. “This is it,” he muttered to himself. “For you, Laurel.”With his weapons secured and resolve hardened, Alex stood, pulling his hood over his head. He left the room without a glance back, the door creaking shut behind him.---The screen went black, the t
Chapter 373
The sound of tires crunching over the gravel driveway broke the stillness of the evening as Rhys and Denera pulled up to Gerald’s sprawling mansion. The mansion stood like a fortress, its grand columns illuminated by golden lights that cast long shadows across the well-manicured grounds. As their sleek black car came to a halt, the doors swung open, and the pair stepped out, their presence commanding the attention of everyone nearby.Rhys adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his sharp features set in a calm but deadly expression. Beside him, Denera exuded quiet confidence, her heels clicking against the pavement as she moved. She wore a crimson trench coat, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of fury and satisfaction.The heavy front doors of the mansion creaked open, and Gerald emerged with his ever-present smirk plastered on his face. He was flanked by a small squad of armed guards, their weapons gleaming under the lights. Gerald was impeccably dressed, his dark green sui
Chapter 372
The Anderson mansion was eerily quiet, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the scene of destruction. Ethan and Paul stood amidst the chaos, their eyes fixed on the lifeless bodies of Jackson and Sebastian sprawled across the bloodied garden. The heavy scent of iron lingered in the air, mixing with the faint rustle of leaves. Ethan’s chest heaved as he struggled to steady his breath, his shirt torn and stained with sweat and blood.Paul glanced at Ethan, concern etched on his face. "You good?" he asked, his voice low but steady.Ethan nodded, though exhaustion weighed on every inch of his body. He pulled out his phone, his hands trembling slightly, and dialed Sandra’s number. The ringing seemed to stretch on forever until her voice finally came through.“Ethan…” Sandra’s voice was weak, barely a whisper. Ethan’s stomach tightened. “Sandra, what happened? Are you okay?” he demanded, his tone laced with panic.There was a pause, and then she spoke again, her words strained. “Sebas
Chapter 371
The Walton Mansion stood as a fortress of elegance, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, its high walls and elaborate architecture a testament to wealth and power. But tonight, the serenity of the estate was shattered. The elite strike team, led by Kiara, moved like shadows through the sprawling grounds, their movements silent yet deliberate.A muffled cry broke the stillness as one of the outer guards was taken down swiftly. Kiara stood in the shadows, her piercing gaze fixed on the mansion ahead. Her dark combat attire blended seamlessly with the night, and a wicked smile played on her lips. **This would be a night the Waltons would never forget.**“Move in,” she ordered, her voice low but commanding. Her team obeyed without hesitation, their precision and ruthlessness evident in every step. Inside the mansion, alarms blared as guards scrambled to defend their employer’s home. Shots were fired, echoing through the grand hallways, but the elite team was unrelenting. They moved w
Chapter 370
The garden lay in eerie silence after the brutal fight between Ethan and Jackson. The once-pristine space was a battlefield, littered with trampled flowers and streaks of blood. Ethan leaned against the marble fountain, his chest heaving as he wiped sweat and blood from his face. His body screamed in protest with every movement, exhaustion weighing heavily on him.The cool night breeze did little to calm the storm within him. He glanced at Jackson’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his breathing. **One battle down, but this war is far from over.**The sound of measured footsteps shattered the silence.Ethan’s eyes snapped open, his body tensing as a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Sebastian. Dressed in a dark suit, the Tree House leader carried himself with the air of a predator who had finally cornered his prey. His piercing gaze fell on Jackson’s corpse, and his expression twis
Chapter 369
The Anderson mansion loomed like a fortress under the moonlight, its pristine marble façade glinting ominously. The sprawling gardens surrounding it were immaculately kept, their beauty now cloaked in shadows as the night deepened. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, but the tension hanging in the air was palpable.Jackson stepped out of the black SUV parked just beyond the gates, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. He adjusted his leather gloves, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin that promised violence. The security guards at the gates eyed him warily, but he had been granted access. The intercom buzzed before one of the guards spoke, “You’ve been cleared to enter. Proceed to the garden.”Jackson raised an eyebrow, intrigued.” So, Ethan knew I was coming. Typical. The man had a flair for theatrics, after all.” Jackson strode confidently through the gates, his hand brushing against the hilt of the blade strapped to his side. The adrenaline surged in his vein
Chapter 368
The grand hall of the Tree Symbol House was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fireplace, but the heat from the flames was nothing compared to the tension simmering in the room. Sebastian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his sharp features etched with anticipation. Around him, the inner circle of the Tree Symbol House sat silently, their faces illuminated by the massive flat-screen television mounted on the wall. Kiara, Sebastian’s second-in-command, leaned back in her chair, her sharp, calculating eyes fixed on the news broadcast. Jackson, the most aggressive of the enforcers, stood near the window, arms crossed, his reflection distorted against the glass as he waited for orders like a loaded weapon. The rest of the members sat quietly, their unease palpable in the dimly lit room.The anchor on the television wore a neutral expression, but her words carried the weight of a bombshell. “Breaking news tonight: The court has found Ethan Anderson innocent of all cha
