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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 232
The room was dead quiet now, everyone and everything had left, and everything was neat and tidy. The vibe of the night was intense, heavy with tension. Ethan was leaning back against his desk, his brain still spinning from the craziness of the past few hours. The truth had been revealed, and now the real battle was about to start. He knew that.A quiet noise from the hallway caught his ear. He turned just in time to see Sandra peeking out from one of the rooms, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. She looked out of place, like she didn't belong in his fancy house, and it tugged at something deep inside him."Sandra," he called out gently, moving forward.Her eyes locked with his, and for a bit, she seemed unsure. But then she fully stepped out, showing her messy state—her hair a bit undone, clothes wrinkled, and a slight shake in her hands. Ethan's eyes softened as he noticed all the little things that were off about her. The fear she was trying to hide was clear on her face.Wi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 233
Ethan sighed deeply, the weight of the story heavy on his shoulders. “It’s a long story, but it’s crucial for you to understand what’s happening. The leader of this house and his wife were involved in some very shady activities. They had plans that involved bringing both our families—my parents and your parents—into their schemes.”Sandra’s eyes widened further. “Our parents? Why would they want them involved?”Ethan’s face grew more serious. “My parents refused to join their plans. They were genuinely opposed to what the House of the Tree Symbol was doing. They even told your parents they couldn’t be part of it.”Sandra’s brow furrowed. “But you said my parents were involved. How is that possible?”Ethan nodded slowly. “That’s right. While my parents were adamant about not participating, your parents were already on board with the House of the Tree Symbol’s plans. They pretended to side with my parents, all the while playing a double game.”Sandra’s expression shifted to one of confu
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 234
Ethan sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “I had to be certain about the information before sharing it. It’s a sensitive topic, and I needed to piece together all the facts before revealing them. I didn’t want to add to your fear without solid proof.”Sandra looked at Ethan, her face a mix of determination and fear. “So, what do we do now?”Ethan stood up, pacing the room as he thought through their options. “We need to be cautious and prepare. The son of the House of the Tree Symbol is a dangerous man. We need to protect ourselves and figure out our next move. There’s no room for mistakes.”Sandra watched him, her anxiety mingling with a newfound resolve. “I want to help. I need to do something. I can’t just sit here.”Ethan stopped pacing and looked at her, his expression serious. “We’ll work together. I need you to stay safe and share everything you know. We’ll come up with a plan to counter whatever he’s plotting. But remember, we’re dealing with a ruthless opponent. W
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 235
“Dear Gerald,” the letter began. “It seems you’ve been played by Ethan Anderson’s cunning schemes. Did you honestly believe that voting for him would ensure his favor and consideration for the project? You are nothing more than a pawn in his game.”Gerald’s anger intensified with every line he read. The letter mocked his ambitions and belittled his efforts. “How dare they think they can manipulate me like this,” he muttered, his voice laced with venom. He squeezed the letter in his hand, crumpling it into a tight ball. The letter’s tone was condescending, and its message was clear: Ethan had outmaneuvered him, but now he had the opportunity to fight back.The letter continued with an unsettling proposition. It instructed Gerald to attend a secret meeting to discuss how to undermine Ethan. The date and time were specified, leaving little room for hesitation. “If you wish to reclaim control and secure the project for yourself, you must come prepared to strategize how to take down Ethan
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 236
Gerald stepped out into the cold night, the weight of the meeting pressing on his shoulders. The street was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional shuffle of footsteps behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting to see one of the shadowy figures from the meeting, but the street was empty. Still, the sense of being watched lingered.As he made his way back to his car, his mind replayed the events of the evening. The leader's voice echoed in his head, smooth and commanding: *“You’ve proven your commitment.”* But had he? Gerald wasn’t sure. The whole ordeal felt like a twisted game, one where the players knew the rules, but he was left guessing.Sliding into the driver’s seat, Gerald took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tightly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the adrenaline from the meeting still coursing through his veins. The pin—the small token of allegiance—sat in his pocket, its weight far heavier than it appeared. Thi
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 237
The evening had settled over the city like a warm blanket, its streets alive with the pulse of a day coming to an end. People moved in steady streams, their faces tired but determined, eager to return home after a long day at work. The sidewalks were packed, a constant shuffle of shoes hitting the pavement, while cars honked and idled in the late rush hour traffic. Their headlights flickered as they crawled through the streets, reflecting off wet patches from an earlier drizzle, casting shimmering streaks of light that danced along the road.Across the street, a small diner sat at the corner, its neon sign flickering in hues of red and blue. The light it cast was warm and inviting, a beacon for those looking for a quick meal before they called it a night. The diner wasn’t anything fancy, but it had its own charm—a kind of cozy familiarity that brought people in again and again. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sizzling grease, coffee brewing, and freshly baked bread. Th
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 238
The diner buzzed with the steady rhythm of clinking plates and the hum of casual conversations. Waitresses darted back and forth, balancing trays and taking orders, while the soft drone of the television added a gentle undertone to the atmosphere. The sky outside had turned a deep shade of indigo, and the last remnants of daylight gave way to the shimmering streetlights that dotted the sidewalk.Suddenly, the bell over the door chimed, but this time, the cheerful ring that usually welcomed new customers felt off. Four men stepped inside, their eyes sharp and scanning the room. They wore dark, nondescript clothing—hoodies pulled low over their faces and hands shoved into their pockets. They moved quickly, too quickly for a casual visit.The atmosphere in the diner shifted, the energy instantly uneasy. The conversation at the booths quieted as the men strode further inside. One of them, a burly figure with tattoos snaking up his neck, pulled a gun from his waistband and raised it into t
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 239
The diner was still. The smell of spilled coffee and the faint metallic tang of blood lingered in the air. The robbers lay scattered across the floor, groaning softly in defeat. As the door chimed shut behind the hooded figure, a collective breath seemed to exhale from the room, as if everyone had been holding it the entire time. For a moment, nobody moved. It was as though the entire diner had been suspended in time, processing the sheer speed and intensity of what had just unfolded.Then, all at once, the murmurs began."Did you see that?" a man seated at the counter whispered in disbelief to the waitress beside him, his fork halfway to his mouth, frozen in mid-bite. "I mean, they took down four guys. Four! Just like that."The waitress nodded, still wide-eyed and trembling slightly. "I—I don't even know what happened. It was so fast," she stammered, clutching the edge of the counter for support. "One second, they were just sitting there... the next—bam!"At a nearby booth, a group
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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
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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
