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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 110
“No, young master. And that is the point. I do not know her. We only know a little about her business background and just a brush of her family background. Nothing more. How can you be so trusting that you go ahead and giver her a position that may be daunting to your own place in this project?” Fred posed his question, still reeling in anger and disappointment. "I understand your concerns, Fred," Nathan began, his voice steady. "But Vanessa has proven herself capable beyond doubt. Her insights and contributions to the Genesis project have been exceptional, you know that Fred." Nathan tried to calm him down. Fred scoffed incredulously. "Exceptional? Young master, forgive me for speaking frankly, but you're letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Your father said those same words to me. This isn't about her capabilities; it's about mistrust. I've served the Reed family faithfully for decades, and I know what it means for someone to be so trusting. It never ends well. It did not
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 111
The time ran quickly, waiting for no one. You either catch up with time or time slips from your palm. Being a busy city, everyone in London had to be as fast as the wings of a hummingbird. Many people staying in London had to work two jobs to be able to make ends meet. As a result, the city was always butsling, night and day. Nights were most busy and the traffic was not a pleasant one. Cheng bar remained the top pub in the city. It was a combination of a pub and an inn ingrained into one building. People who drank to stupor were sometimes coaxed to spend the night in one of the rooms so as not to create problems. This was one smart way they made money from customers, and it worked every damn time. Nathan pulled over with his simple car and stepped down. His dressing was not as elegant as a person of his status would have dressed. Perhaps he was trying to keep a low profile to avoid unnecessary attention? Or he did not want to be seen hanging out with Vanessa? He walked into
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 112
The eldest guy, Zach, swallowed hard, his bravado crumbling under the weight of Nathan's calm demeanor and the reaction on the other end of the phone. “You…you must be bluffing,” he stammered, trying to regain some semblance of control. At this point, he was confused. Why did his boss say he was dead? Was this Nathan guy truly an important person? Well, he still had to maintain his composure and steeze so he doesn’t appear like a scared coward before the guy he just threatened. Nathan simply smirked, saying nothing. His silence spoke volumes, creating an air of anticipation among the onlookers. “He looks so confident! How can he be so calm?” “What does this guy plan to do? He is saying nothing.” “I hope he does not regret his decision of being a good samaritan!” “Yeah! The streets ain’t friendly!” Within moments, Mr. Corner burst into the bar area, his face flushed with a mix of anger and fear. He scanned the room quickly, his eyes locking onto Nathan. Without hesitation, he
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 113
"You're making a bigger mistake," Nathan said, his voice steady despite the tension. "Put the guns down, and we can still resolve this peacefully." The men ignored him, their desperation evident. "Shut the fuck up! We’re getting out of here, and nobody’s stopping us! I could shoot you now, but I want you to suffer. So, I will track you, no matter how powerful you are and I will…" Just then, the sound of sirens grew louder, and blue and red lights flashed through the windows. The sight of the police was not funny. Usually, policemen would show up in such a scene with their weapons and stay far away, calling out for the culprits to surrender. This was different. The policemen had weapons that were highly sophisticated. They were large in number and held some technical weapons that could even stop bullets from flying off a pistol. Clearly, only an extremely rich individual could afford to have such maximum security. “Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up!” a voice boome
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 114
Vanessa finally arrived, weaving through the crowd to reach Nathan. “Oh, hi Vanessa. You are here!” Nathan said calmly. “I am so so sorry for keeping you waiting, sir. You know, the traffic is one hell of a battle. What really happened here? I see you saved the day!” she asked, her eyes wide with concern. “Just a bit of excitement,” Nathan replied with a chuckle. “Let’s umm.. find a quieter spot and enjoy the evening?” As they walked to a more private area of the bar, the patrons whispered among themselves, the story of Nathan Reed's heroism spreading like wildfire. Although some people did not still recognize Nathan’s true identity as head of the Reed Empire, what they did know was that this young man was as wealthy as dinner on a golden platter. Nathan settled into his seat, his focus shifting back to Vanessa. “So, how was your day?” he asked, smiling warmly. Vanessa shook her head in amazement. “You’re something else, sir. My day was good, but it seems yours was a bit m
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 115
“Oh, umm.., there’s not much to tell,” Vanessa said with a light laugh, trying to sound casual. “My grandfather was a hardworking man. He was the backbone of my family. I inherited my dues from my parents and built my own empire. Still growing!” Nathan, now more relaxed and intrigued by Vanessa, pressed further. “Come on, there must be more to it than that. What about you friends? Lovers?” Vanessa chuckled. “Well, I have a few friends. But you know, work. I have little or no time to attend to them. As for a lover, well, it is really complicated!” Nathan nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. “Well, your story is interesting, isn’t it?” Vanessa smiled, relieved that he wasn’t probing deeper. “Yes, it is. But enough about me. Let’s enjoy the night.” As the night wore on, Vanessa continued to ply Nathan with drinks upon drinks, each toast accompanied by another charming anecdote or flirtatious remark which they both seemed to enjoy. Nathan, who had initially been cautious
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 116
Vanessa and Nathan were now more entangled than two lovebirds on a tree. Their movements became more urgent, driven by a shared need. Nathan's lips found Vanessa's again, and they kissed with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Vanessa's breath hitched as he positioned himself over her, their eyes locking for a moment that felt timeless. Vanessa began to question reality. Was Nathan really still drunk? How could his movements be so calculated and precise? Nathan's hands travelled down Vanessa's body, touching her with a reverence that made her feel cherished. She arched into his touch, craving more. "Sir Reed, I.. I like it!," she whispered, her voice filled with longing. He responded with a deep, passionate kiss, savouring her mouth so intensely and explicitly. He seemed to have always wanted to have her all for himself. And this was the moment. He was making the best use of it. Vanessa's senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, every touch, every kiss heighteni
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 117
The realisation hit Nathan like a ton of bricks, and he felt a chill run down his spine. Vanessa glanced at him, her eyes twinkling with something dark and cunning. Nathan stood there, his mouth dry, unable to move or speak. The room's silence was deafening, the tension was rising. As soon as Vanessa’s eyes met Nathan’s, her smile widened ever so slightly. There was this look of triumph in her eyes. What the hell was going on? “You are late, Nathan Reed,” were Elon’s first words to the young man standing a few feet away from him. “Mr. Elon. I got tangled up in some activities, hence, I really could not make it here on time.” Nathan said politely, but rigidly. Despite being the wealthiest man in the room, Elon still had to show Nathan Reed his due respect as he was the head of a billion dollar empire and had his own space in the world of wealth. Nathan was a bit frightened and his confidence was wearing off. Everyone’s eyes were on him and he knew deep down that what he did
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CHAPTER 430 (THE END)
“What now? You’re gonna leave me here to die away? Huh? Is that how you forgive? And I don’t need your fucking forgiveness, you hear me?” “You are still a loser. Look what it took you to get here! You lost Fred, lost your employees, lost your wife, lost your sister! You are a loser, Nathan, and it will always be that way! Go on, walk away like you always do, but what I said just now is the truth, okay?” Alex roared out in agony and pain, trying to break free. His words kept opening a wound in Nathan’s heart. A wound that he was trying to heal, a wound he would spend a trillion dollars to completely close up. But Alex did not give a damn! He needed to lash out his own anger and cries. “I would kill you over and over again, brother. Our father was an asshole just like you. He hated me, he could not bear the responsibility of a son from his janitor. And I am the product of that disgusting intimacy, Nathan.” Alex’s voice broke. He didn’t want it to, but it did. His entire body shook,
CHAPTER 429 (GRANDE FINALE)
Alex Reed struggled to breathe as hard as he struggled to see. He looked around and could barely see a thing. He was in a dark room and whoever the fuck put him there was merciful enough to place a dim light above his head, just enough for him to see his own breath. He tried to move, but his body was numb, and yes, he was tied to a chair, so he could not move. He had been captured. He tried to recall the last incident that happened to him. He was in his car, driving to the airport for his departure, and then he was drinking… Yes. He was poisoned by a man who was not Mark, his driver. Someone had ambushed him, and now, he was tied up to a stupid chair when he was supposed to be on the seat of his private jet. Clearly, it was Megan. Alex had been humiliated to the core already. He had Vanessa slap him ruthlessly in public, diminishing his pride, lowering his esteem in front of the whole world. Then, he had Emma threaten him. This was not right. This was not the Alex he had envision
CHAPTER 428 (FINALE)
Marcus’s breath hitched. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. His fingers curled into fists, and for the first time in years, he felt something he had long buried—fear. His lips parted slightly, but no words came. April, oblivious to the storm brewing within Marcus, stared at Neil’s grave with a mixture of shock and grief. “Neil…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I—I didn’t even know he was buried here. I mean, I heard he was killed. And whoever did it, death to the person.” Mr. Frost said nothing. He simply stood there, his hands in his coat pockets, his head slightly tilted, watching Marcus the way a lion watches its prey—patient, unhurried, and inevitable. “You seem shaken, Marcus,” Mr. Frost finally said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Why?” Marcus forced a dry chuckle. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” he lied. “It’s just bringing back memories.” “Ah,” Mr. Frost nodded, taking a slow step toward Neil’s grave.
CHAPTER 427 (FINALE)
“You said you wanted to see me?” Asked Marcus, panting. He had been running. He dared not disappoint Mr. Frost or make him wait. Especially because Mr. Frost had been cold towards him for a while. Marcus was not sure why Mr Frost would tell him to meet him at the cemetery. He literally just returned from a journey, not a vacation trip, a work trip to Dubai and he had been there for over 1 month, alone and away from all social connections, online and offline. “Did you bring your girlfriend as I requested?” asked Mr. Frost. “Yes I did, sir.” Marcus responded and signalled for April to come over. This was yet another strange thing. Why did he request for April too? April walked up to them and greeted Mr. Frost respectfully. Mr. Frost looked into her eyes and smiled, the type of smile that came from past lives and would live on for millions of years. His smile was so endearing, thought April, the very first day she met him. There was an aura he exuded that was so… so familiar, so
CHAPTER 426
Mr. Frost stood there, silently allowing the breeze to softly kiss his tender skin. Tender? No, more like rough and craggy. In this context, many people would say he had been through hell and back. But this was not the case for Mr. Frost. He lived in hell, ate in hell, cried in hell, burnt in hell, revived, burnt again, defeated demons, defeated the devil himself, and took over control. But he was close. He was this close to losing it, this close to becoming the very thing that destroyed him. His life had been a mystery, a story that could cover over 2,000 pages and 400 chapters. If only he had been writing a story of his life, or at least just documenting some specific events or even writing a journal, then it might probably be the best selling book in the New York Times or even in the entire world. Maybe he would title it, “The Man Who Survived Hell and Ruled It.” or “A Man Called Revenge!” He scoffed. He gulped down his bottle of wine as he reminisced back to early orphan
CHAPTER 425
“I… I’m sorry, Loulou. But this is it! You remember when you I used to carry that firewood back in Egypt? And then, I would… I would, um, fall and trip over? Then you would say, ‘Abni, adhhab wastriha. ead ghadan wasawf takun 'aqwaa’?” “Then I would run back home and cry. Ha!” Alex sniffed in. “I think this is the time, Loulou. I am falling. I am tripping over, and I cannot stand by and watch all that we have built crumble. I have no one left, Loulou. Vanessa has left me, Megan she… she is a fucking snake and had been a betrayer.” “All the people I called friends are fucking leeches. Parasites. I will be returning back to Egypt, Mom, but not for long. I will be back. Stronger and better.” Cozbi just lay there, eyes shut, breathing slow and paced. Alex was not sure when she would wake up or if leaving her was the right decision. But he smelled danger. First of all, Vanessa had actually been around all those times, and then Megan, whom he thought was going to be his salvation, turned
CHAPTER 424
“Sir! Someone is here to see you!” George, his right hand man said. Donald was raging. He had been grinding his teeth for days now. What was going on? Him, Donald Arthur, one of the most feared men in the city, lost a fight to his useless son and to a little girl. He felt like a laughingstock. He had built his empire with blood, sweat, and absolute ruthlessness. He had crushed men who dared to stand in his way. He had destroyed families without blinking. And now? He had lost to them? To a boy who once cowered before him and a girl he never even considered a threat? Unacceptable. His fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turning white as he forced himself to breathe. He had been grinding his teeth so much that his jaw ached. "Who is it?" Donald snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. George hesitated. "He… uh, he didn’t give a name, sir. But he said you'd want to see him." Donald exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "If this is another damn journalist or some lowlife trying
CHAPTER 423
Alex’s body went numb for two reasons. Firstly, her stomach was bloated. Secondly, it was Vanessa. His eyes bulged out, and he looked to Megan, who gave him a sly smile. Finally, their eyes interlocked. Alex could breathe her anger. It was like he was standing next to a fire, a hot lava, and one push from an inauspicious wind could lead to an untimely death. “You!” he said to Megan before taking slow steps to his ex, who was not official. Finally, they were sharing the same oxygen and staring eyeball to eyeball. “V.. Vanessa. I… Look, I know that…” Slap! Alex held his face. He felt humiliated. But he had to try one more time. “Vanessa. Whatever you think is not true. I…” Slap! Slap again. Slap the fourth time. This got onlookers making videos of the lady slapping the man at the airport. Alex could do nothing. He was trapped. His security guards were not with him, and he was in an open space; he could not raise hand or voice against a pregnant woman. “5 months, Alex Reed. 5
CHAPTER 422
2 Weeks Later ‘Beep’ ’Beep’ ‘Beep’ The machines hymned rhythmically, echoing into the four walls of the hospital room. Cozbi’s situation did not seem to be getting any better. It was, in fact, worsening. Alex thumped his head on the wall repeatedly. “I told her! I fucking told her! I fucking told her not to meet with Mr. Frost. Now she has a fucking heart attack.” Alex roared, curled his fist into a ball, and punched the wall. But it only left him with a pulverised hand. “She will be fine,” said Megan to comfort him. “Do not tell me she will be fine. It’s been two weeks now, and my mother had not even lifted a finger. I knew her coming to the UK was a big red flag. And you,” Alex continued, focusing his attention on Megan, “You knew she was going in to see Mr. Frost, that… that god… or whatever his fucking title is. Yet you not only approved of it, you even went in with her. All of that without my consent!” Alex roared. Then Megan stood up and walked to him. “Alex, do not
