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I Am Rich Again Chapter 114
“I really loved Stephanie, but she chose to betray me and break my heart. But still, when I found out about Jeffery’s plans to ruin her, I just couldn’t allow him. That is the only reason why I came back and begged my way to be her personal assistant. It wasn’t because I wanted to harm her or take revenge, it’s because I need to keep an eye on Jeffery and make sure he doesn’t hurt her,” John lied so confidently, his voice steady and unwavering. The words flowed smoothly, like poison wrapped in honey. He was slowly turning the tables around. Modelisa’s eyes widened as John spoke, her pupils dilating in surprise. She was clearly buying his lies, her guarded expression cracking ever so slightly. The room felt charged with tension, like the air before a lightning strike. “But how do you know what Jeffery is planning, and what reason should I have to trust you? As a matter of fact, you can actually just make this up, cook it, and expect me to swallow it,” Modelisa contested and shrugged.
I Am Rich Again Chapter 116
John finally had his way into Stephanie’s office. She had left with Jeffery for a lunch date, granting him a narrow window of opportunity. He had approximately forty minutes to complete his mission, but just breaking into the office had already consumed twenty precious minutes. The weight of urgency pressed down on him like a physical force, making his movements quick and jittery.“Where should I start?” John muttered to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the room. His eyes darted around, taking in the pristine environment. The office was immaculate, with everything in its place, a reflection of Stephanie’s meticulous nature. The scent of lavender air freshener lingered faintly, mingling with the underlying scent of polished wood and leather.John’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, each beat reverberating in his ears. His palms were slick with sweat, and he wiped them hastily on his jeans before approaching Stephanie’s desk. He knew she wouldn
I Am Rich Again Chapter 117
John input the codes for the vault, his fingers moving with a mix of precision and urgency. He knew Stephanie would receive a notification about the vault being accessed, but he counted on her being preoccupied with her lunch date. He hoped she wouldn’t be checking her phone and that he could complete his task before anyone realized what was happening.As the vault door swung open, John’s eyes immediately widened at the sight before him. The interior of the safe gleamed with rows of gold bars, stacks of cash, and an assortment of important documents. The sheer amount of wealth and information stored there was staggering. But he didn’t have time to admire it; he was on a mission. He quickly started moving the cash and documents, his hands trembling slightly as he searched for the flash drive.He rifled through the stacks of money, the crisp bills rustling under his touch. The weight of each bundle was substantial, and the smell of fresh currency mingled with the faint scent of metal fr
I Am Rich Again Chapter 118
John opened the folders, and his eyes went wide at the content he saw in the documents. Each word, each sentence seemed to leap off the page, wrapping around his throat like a noose. His breath caught in his chest, a gasp strangled by the sheer weight of the betrayal that lay before him. He couldn’t believe that Stephanie had planned on bringing him down for such a long time. It was as though what he saw was unreal, a figment of some nightmarish imagination, but the fact that he saw it himself and it wasn’t hearsay made it easier for him to swallow. The papers rustled in his trembling hands, a chilling symphony of deception.“This… this cannot be true,” John muttered, shaking his head in refusal, but the truth stared back at him with unyielding intensity. Though it was hard to believe, it didn’t change the fact that it was the truth. His mind reeled, struggling to grasp the enormity of the revelation. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, drowning him in a sea of betrayal. He c
I Am Rich Again Chapter 119
Just as John finished talking to Miss B and was about to leave the restroom to head to her place, his phone rang again. The shrill ringtone echoed off the tiled walls, jolting him out of his thoughts. He figured it was Miss B calling back, her voice still fresh in his mind. But when he glanced at the screen, he saw Brad’s name. A wave of unease washed over him, and his heart started to race.John stood there for a moment, staring at the phone vibrating in his hand. The name “Brad” flashed insistently, and he felt a knot form in his stomach. What was he going to say? The restroom’s cold, sterile air seemed to close in on him, making it hard to think. Just as the call was about to go to voicemail, he took a deep breath and answered, his hand shaking slightly.“Hey, John,” Brad’s voice came through, rough and tired. He sounded like he hadn’t slept in days, a hint of desperation in his tone.“Yes, I can hear you. Why did you call?” John asked, pressing the phone to his ear. His voice wave
I Am Rich Again Chapter 120
John stepped into Miss B’s penthouse, the opulence of the room almost suffocating in its grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate artwork, each piece telling a story of wealth and taste. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh roses, their delicate fragrance mingling with the subtle notes of expensive perfume that lingered around Miss B. They sat together on a plush, velvet couch that seemed to swallow them whole, its deep burgundy color contrasting sharply with the tension that filled the room. Miss B turned sideways, her eyes piercing into John’s, trying to read the unspoken words etched in his tense expression. Her heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the anxiety gnawing at her insides. She could almost hear the rush of blood in her ears, a frantic symphony as she waited for John to let the cat out of the bag. The ambient noise of the city outside was a distant hum, barely penetrating the thick, soundproof windows, leaving them in a bubble of uneasy silen
I Am Rich Again Chapter 121
Johns face held a cold smile, a smile born from deep, festering hurt.“What are you saying?” Miss B asked, her voice tinged with indifference as she stared at the ceiling, tears still pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill over.John lifted his head away from his phone, letting out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t lie to you about having a way to stop Stephanie from taking the company,” John said firmly. At his words, Miss B’s eyes flew open, and she turned to face him frantically.“What are you talking about?” Miss B asked, her voice laced with curiosity and anxiety, each word trembling with anticipation.John nodded softly, seeing the desperation etched in her eyes. She wanted to see the end of Stephanie so badly, it was palpable. “Yes,” John affirmed, his head nodding gently.A glimmer of hope and curiosity lit up Miss B’s face. “What are you talking about? Are you being serious?” she asked, her voice rising, her eyes bright and focused intently on him.“Yes, I managed to do some scaveng
I Am Rich Again Chapter 122
John returned to the office, every step heavy with the weight of his mission. He had left Miss B’s place in a hurry, each minute spent there feeling like a ticking bomb. The tension in his chest was almost unbearable, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. He needed to time his return perfectly with Stephanie’s to avoid any suspicion. The anxiety gnawed at him, creating a pit in his stomach that seemed to grow with each step.The sky was a dull gray, heavy with the threat of rain, mirroring John’s tumultuous emotions. As he neared the office, he saw Stephanie and Jeffery’s car pull into the parking lot. His heart skipped a beat, the timing was perfect, almost too perfect. He watched as Stephanie stepped out of the car, her movements fluid and deliberate. He tried to read her face, searching for any clues. Her eyes met his, narrowing with a flicker of suspicion. His stomach twisted. She knew.“Where are you coming from?” Stephanie’s voice cut through the air, sharp an