From Rags to Riches: The Untold Saga of the Trillionare

Chapter 315

Gerald's sleek black car glided to a stop in front of the sprawling estate, the mansion’s looming silhouette cast against the moonlit sky.

He stepped out, his eyes immediately scanning the grounds as a faint sense of unease prickled at the back of his neck.

Something felt off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the air was different—charged, like a storm waiting to break.

As he walked toward the grand entrance, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under his boots was the only sound cutting through the night.

The outdoor yard, usually meticulously maintained, seemed subtly disturbed. Gerald’s sharp eyes caught the slight displacement of dirt near the flower beds, as if something—or someone—had trampled through them recently. He frowned, his steps slowing as he studied the area more closely.

Before he could investigate further, one of his guards came rushing toward him from the side of the yard, his boots clapping against the stone pathway. The guard stopped a few feet away and bowed, hi