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From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 259
Jason sat at his expansive desk in his sleek, modern office. The room was a pristine reflection of his personality—minimalist, cold, and precise. Every surface gleamed, and not a single item was out of place. Tall glass windows provided a view of the city skyline, but the view didn’t matter much to him today. His focus was entirely on the glowing screen in front of him. Jason was still searching for Laurel, trying to follow through on the deal he made with Alex. A deal that could be the key to bringing down his greatest rival—Ethan.The office was silent except for the faint hum of the computer and the occasional clicking of Jason’s keyboard. His mind raced as he sifted through data, pulling at threads, digging deeper into the city’s underground network. If there was even the slightest clue about Laurel’s whereabouts, he was determined to find it. He had to. Not just to fulfill his promise to Alex, but because Alex had something valuable—something that Jason needed to complete his
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 260
Ethan Anderson sat in his sleek, spacious office on the top floor of Majestic Skies’ headquarters, the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The atmosphere was unusually calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted after the yacht incident. The event had left ripples across the city’s elite, and Ethan needed to take control of the narrative before things spiraled further. He had called a brief meeting with two of his most trusted allies—Paul, his loyal right-hand man, and Rachel, his brilliant but often overworked secretary.He leaned back in his leather chair, glancing at his watch. Right on time, Rachel walked in, followed closely by Paul. Rachel, as always, was sharply dressed, her suit crisp and her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She exuded competence and confidence. Paul, on the other hand, looked slightly more reserved than usual. His typical calm demeanor seemed somewhat rattled, though h
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 261
Gerald paced back and forth in the dimly lit, hidden chambers of his sprawling mansion. His footsteps echoed in the confined space, his usually confident demeanor replaced with the rare sign of uncertainty. The walls, lined with ancient artifacts and old maps of the Geralt empire, felt as though they were closing in on him. Despite his outward appearance of control, the recent actions of those around him had left him more confused and unsettled than he’d like to admit.He stopped in front of a large, ornate mirror that dominated one wall, staring at his reflection. His sharp, angular face, usually a mask of calm and precision, now showed faint traces of frustration. "I need to think," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. "I can't let this spiral out of control."His thoughts drifted to Denera. She was a necessary piece on his chessboard—a vital player in his grand scheme to take over the monument project from Ethan and position himself as the House
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 262
Ethan sighed as he stretched his legs, the weight of another long day at the office slowly leaving his body. The constant corporate battles, the strategic maneuvers, and now the looming threat from the Tree House had worn him down, but there was still one thing that never failed to put him in a better mood: Sandra. He had been thinking about her all day and wanted to surprise her with a few gifts on his way home."Paul, let's stop by the mall before heading home," Ethan said, fastening his seatbelt in the backseat of his sleek, black sedan. The sun was setting, casting a soft orange hue over the skyline as the city began its slow transition into the evening.Paul, his long-time driver and confidant, glanced at Ethan through the rearview mirror and nodded. "Understood, sir. I'll take the next exit."As they approached the Elite Plaza Mall, the towering building came into view, its glass exterior gleaming in the fading sunlight. The mall was renowned for catering to the city’s wealthie
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 263
Sandra sat on the edge of the large, intricately carved bed, her hands resting in her lap as she gazed out of the window. The soft rays of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She had finally regained some of her composure and strength after the harrowing few days of dealing with threats, fear, and anxiety. Her mind, however, remained restless, turning over the puzzle of the threats she'd received—threats linked to her connection with Ethan, but also tied to her family’s legacy.Her thoughts were a tangled web of possibilities, fear, and unanswered questions. Why were they coming after her now? Was it merely because of Ethan’s position, or was there something deeper, something rooted in her parents’ past? She felt a dull headache form as the pieces refused to align.Suddenly, the quiet creak of the door broke her focus. She turned her head just in time to see Ethan step into the room. Despite a long and stressful day, he still looked as
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 264
Jason Lockwood's office was an imposing space, reflecting the family's wealth and influence. The glass walls framed the city skyline, a vast testament to the empire they controlled. The minimalist furniture was all sharp lines and polished metal, and the air inside was crisp, like the room had its own atmosphere—cold and calculated, much like Jason himself. He sat behind his large oak desk, his fingers drumming lightly against its surface as he stared at the door. He had received word that Denera, his sister, was coming to visit. That alone put him on edge. Denera didn't just drop by unannounced. If she was here, it was for a reason. The door buzzed open as Denera arrived, but before she could enter his office, she was met with two security guards. One of them, a tall man in a tailored black suit, stepped forward, holding up a scanning device. Without a word, he began checking her for any concealed weapons or dangerous items. Denera rolled her eyes as she stood there, arms stret
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 265
The late evening sun cast long, slanted shadows over the Anderson safe house, a fortress hidden deep in the mountains. The compound itself was surrounded by high walls, its perimeter lined with guards armed to the teeth. Inside, the air was thick with the sound of grunts, fists hitting pads, and the crack of wood against flesh. The men of the Anderson clan were in the middle of their evening training session, a rigorous affair that left even the most seasoned fighters gasping for breath.Overseeing it all was the old man, Anderson’s number one human armor. He stood shirtless except for a black singlet that clung to his broad, scarred chest, a silent testament to decades of battle. His skin was toughened like leather, littered with marks, stitches, and faded bruises—reminders of old wounds that hadn’t quite healed but had made him stronger. The old man’s sharp eyes scanned the fighters as they trained under his watchful gaze.His presence commanded respect without words. The men kne
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 266
The room was a study in darkness. Black velvet curtains hung heavily over the tall windows, blocking out any glimpse of light from the outside world. The walls were painted in an inky black, with gothic patterns embossed in silver winding their way along the edges like crawling vines. The floor was made of black marble, polished to such a shine that it reflected the dim glow from the few candles scattered around the room, flickering softly. Gothic chandeliers, wrought in iron and adorned with skull-like designs, hung from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows over the room.At the far corner, beneath the high-arched ceiling, sat the woman known only as the second-in-command. Her figure was imposing even in the stillness. Dressed entirely in black, her long, raven hair fell down her back in sharp contrast against her pale skin. In her hand, she held a sleek, curved knife that gleamed in the candlelight. She worked on sharpening the blade with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes
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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
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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
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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
