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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 161
Gerald wandered around his mansion, clad in comfortable clothes and a pair of shorts. His well-built figure was relaxed, a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. The luxurious setting of his home was dimly lit, creating a serene ambiance. He sipped his whiskey and took a long drag from his cigar, savoring the quiet moments of solitude.As he walked past the grand windows, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He paused, irritation flashing across his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the device and glanced at the caller ID. "Denera," he muttered, sighing heavily. He brought the phone to his ear and answered.“Denera,” he greeted, trying to keep his tone neutral.“Gerald, we need to talk,” Denera’s voice was sharp and impatient. “When is the second stage of our plan commencing? We can’t afford to wait any longer.”Gerald rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his drink before responding. “Denera, you need to relax. Timing is crucial here. We can’t rush this.”“Relax? Ger
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 162
Alex sat in his car, parked in front of a nondescript local diner, the scent of frying bacon and coffee wafting through the open window. The neon lights flickered above, casting an intermittent glow on the rain-slicked street. The early evening was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Alex adjusted his position in the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of movement. He couldn’t afford another slip-up like the one that had left him bruised and unconscious in an alleyway, courtesy of Jackson.He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a worn leather notebook. Flipping through the pages, he reviewed his notes, scribblings, and observations. Each entry detailed Ethan’s movements, his meetings, and his associations. Alex’s hatred for Ethan burned anew with every word he read. Ethan had everything Alex once had—and more. Wealth, power, and the love of a woman Alex had lost. His motivation to ruin Ethan’s life was a dark fire that fueled his every m
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 163
Rhys sat at his mahogany desk, fingers flying over the keys of his laptop as he addressed the urgent matters demanding his personal attention. The dim light from the desk lamp cast a soft glow over the room, illuminating stacks of papers and books scattered around. The intensity of his focus was evident even to the blind; his brows were furrowed in concentration as he worked through the documents on the screen.Without looking up, he responded to the soft knock on the door, “I’m busy. I don’t want to be disturbed.”A familiar female voice replied, laced with a hint of amusement, “Even for your beloved wife?”His head snapped up immediately, eyes widening in surprise as he saw Denera standing in the doorway. She was a vision in a sleek, emerald-green dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the office lights. The dress had a plunging neckline and a slit that ran up to her thigh, revealing her toned legs. Her dark hair was styled in loose waves that framed her fac
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 164
Jackson stood in the middle of the old abandoned warehouse he had transformed into a makeshift home and gym. The cavernous space echoed with the clanging of weights and the rhythmic thud of his fists hitting a worn punching bag. Various pieces of scrap metal and discarded machinery littered the area, repurposed as exercise equipment. His muscles glistened with sweat, and his breaths came in steady, controlled bursts as he pushed his body to its limits.Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the warehouse, broken only by the distant drip of water. Jackson, lost in his workout, didn’t notice the three masked men creeping through the shadows. They moved with practiced stealth, their dark clothing blending seamlessly into the dimly lit environment. The men circled Jackson, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. They kept him in the center, each step bringing them closer. Jackson’s instincts kicked in, and he spun around, eyes narrowing as he took in the intruders.
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 165
The city’s only female prison loomed on the outskirts, a grim fortress of gray stone and steel. The exterior was a bleak testament to its purpose, with high, barbed-wire-topped walls stretching around the perimeter. Guard towers punctuated the corners, each manned by vigilant officers with watchful eyes scanning for any sign of disturbance. The main gate, an imposing iron barrier, stood as the sole entrance and exit, guarded by a team of armed personnel.Inside the walls, the atmosphere was no less oppressive. The corridors were narrow and cold, lined with reinforced steel doors that led to cramped cells. Each cell housed two inmates, their lives confined to a space barely big enough for two single beds and a small, shared toilet. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint, ever-present odor of sweat and despair.The central hall, where the prisoners gathered for meals and recreational time, was slightly more open but just as dreary. Long tables and benches fi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 166
Jackson never imagined his makeshift place would be ruined before the end of the day. Now, he lay on the cold concrete floor, his suit ruined to bits and his body screaming in pain. Grunting, he forced himself to sit up. Every tiny movement sent jolts of agony through his battered frame. “Ah…” He groaned as his movements caused the hard floor to scrap a bruise on his elbow. Blood dripped from his wounds, but he ignored it, his mind focused on one thing: revenge. He would not let these men get away with what they had done. But the real question was who did it? Who sent these men after him? He was sure they didn't just act on their own. A faint feeling slowly creeped up to him, but he shook his head vigorously to snap out of it.“One of the houses,” his mind told him instantly. Jackson allied his fists in anger, smashing into the walls. He shouldn't have let them do as they pleased, but the funny thing was how powerless he was. Like a housefly close to a fucking dragon fly. The diff
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 167
The light in Alex’s makeshift slum room was dim, the rough concrete walls seemed to close in around him, a stark reminder of his fallen state. His bed was nothing more than a thin, tattered mattress on the cold floor, and his pillow was a large, jagged rock. Despite the uncomfortable setting, Alex lay wide awake, his mind churning with thoughts of his past and the man who had driven him to this wretched existence: Ethan.The memories of his once-promising life played out in his mind like a cruel movie. He had been successful, respected, and full of potential. But Ethan had taken it all away. Every opportunity, every achievement, every ounce of happiness had been stripped from him by Ethan’s action. Just as he was about to sink deeper into his thoughts, the sharp buzz of his cellphone broke the silence. Alex’s heart skipped a beat as he reached for the device. The screen lit up with a single, cryptic message: “Jackson won’t trouble you anymore.”A satisfactory smile slowly crept a
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 168
Rachel had just finished her bath. The bathroom was warm and steamy, with white tiles on the walls and a small window letting in the soft morning light. Drops of water clung to her skin as she reached for her towel. By the sink, her phone lit up and made a soft chime.She noticed it right away. "Who...?" she muttered, slowly making her way to the phone and picking it up. Careful not to get it wet, she swiped open the screen. It showed a message from Paul.Rachel raised an eyebrow. Paul usually calls, not texts. Curious, she tapped on the message box.He wanted to tell her about something important.There was an address at the bottom of the screen. Rachel scoffed. Really? Shaking her head in disbelief, she dropped the phone.But she picked it up almost immediately. The address rang a bell. Wait a minute. That was a hotel! Her hands shook as she tried to figure out what Paul meant by his message. A proposal?No. Rachel shook her head. That was too fast. An invitation to dinner? Yes. Pr
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