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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
From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare Chapter 267
The prison was a labyrinth of concrete and steel, cold and unyielding. Laurel had been inside long enough to know the rhythm of the place, the patterns that governed its days. The sound of heavy doors slamming shut, the echo of footsteps in long, dimly lit corridors, and the murmurs of guarded conversations filled the air. The walls, marked with the wear of time, held secrets and stories—none of which could ever be told freely.Mornings began with a harsh clang, the sound of metal striking metal as the guards banged on the cell bars. Laurel rose from her bunk, her body stiff from another night on the hard mattress. The dim light from the small, barred window barely reached her, but she had grown used to the darkness. She stood, stretching her arms, her muscles tense, and prepared for another day of surviving.The mess hall was always tense—a boiling pot of emotions just waiting to overflow. As Laurel moved through the line, eyes followed her. She was used to it by now. In prison,
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