Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 240
The Anderson mansion stood silent under the midnight sky, a sprawling, imposing structure drenched in darkness save for the occasional glow of dim lighting. Inside, the vast halls echoed with the sound of footsteps. Ethan Anderson wandered aimlessly through the mansion, restless and agitated. He had tossed and turned in bed for hours but found no reprieve in sleep. His mind, clouded with memories and worries, refused to quiet down. He passed through the grand living room, pausing momentarily to gaze at the lavish furnishings—the antique chairs, the Persian rugs, the priceless paintings. All these riches, yet he still couldn’t find peace. He shook his head and continued walking, his thoughts spiraling back to the events that had led him here.Ethan found himself by the tall windows, looking out at the sprawling lawn outside. His reflection stared back at him from the glass—tired, haunted. So much had changed over the years, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of loss des
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 241
The soft glow of the television illuminated the dimly lit bedroom. Paul and Rachel were nestled together under a warm blanket, the hum of Netflix providing a comforting background to their quiet evening. Rachel’s head rested gently on Paul’s shoulder, her arms loosely draped around his torso. They had spent the better part of the night like this—comfortable, intimate, and peaceful. On the screen, an action-packed scene unfolded, but Paul wasn’t paying much attention, his thoughts drifting elsewhere as he held Rachel close.As the minutes passed, the warmth of Rachel’s body and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing grew softer, more even. Paul glanced down and saw her eyelids flutter before they finally closed, her face peaceful as sleep overtook her. A soft smile tugged at the corner of Paul’s mouth. He shifted carefully, making sure her head was supported as she sank deeper into his side.He whispered softly, "Looks like you're out for the night."He adjusted slightly, caref
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 242
The hidden room within one of the Anderson safe houses was dimly lit, the shadows playing tricks on the walls as the faint glow from a single hanging lamp flickered. The old man sat at a large wooden table, worn maps, photographs, and blueprints sprawled out before him. His grizzled hands moved with precision, placing small figurines on the map—an exact replica of the city’s layout. Every inch of the table was covered in hand-drawn symbols, arrows, and notes, a battlefield meticulously crafted in his mind.He leaned back, squinting as he surveyed his work. His sharp eyes scanned the routes, possible escape points, and ambush sites. This wasn’t just about capturing any ordinary criminal. This was about bringing down the mafia boss, a man who had evaded capture for years, lurking in the shadows, pulling strings. The old man’s lips twisted into a smirk as he envisioned the final move of his plan. He had seen men like this before in his time—untouchable, or so they thought.The door creak
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 243
The underground chamber remained cloaked in silence after the chilling laughter of the clown-masked man faded. His loyal followers still knelt before him, heads low, bodies trembling with a mixture of fear and reverence. The torches flickered, casting distorted shadows across the rough stone walls. There was a sense of foreboding that clung to the air, thick and suffocating, as if the darkness itself was listening to every word spoken.The man in the mask, still seated on his high chair, shifted slightly, his gloved fingers tapping once more on the armrest. He spoke again, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. "The guest you mentioned—the one trying to interfere—who is he?" His tone was cold, the question hanging like a blade over the heads of his subordinates.One of the kneeling figures, a man with a thin build and shaky hands, dared to speak. "His name is… Anderson, sir. Ethan Anderson. He’s been digging into our operations, trying to connect us to the bigger moves we've mad
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 244
Denera sat in her home office, her eyes staring blankly at the scattered papers and files on the table before her. The room itself was a reflection of her current state of mind: controlled chaos. It was a medium-sized space, painted a neutral shade of beige, with a single window allowing the dim evening light to seep in, casting long shadows across the walls. In the center of the room was her sturdy mahogany desk, its surface hidden beneath a mountain of documents, reports, and a laptop with its screen dimmed. The soft ticking of a wall clock was the only sound that broke the silence, but even that was drowned out by the storm of thoughts raging in her head.The chair beneath her creaked slightly as she leaned back, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the edge of the desk. Her mind wasn’t on the contracts, business proposals, or financial reports that lay before her. It was on her conversation with Gerald. The discussion had been brief but heavy, laden with the weight of b
Latest Chapter
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 357
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 356
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 355
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 354
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 353
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 352
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 351
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 350
- From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 349