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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Barnes regrets
Barnes heart skipped a beat when his wife delivered the bad news. “What do you mean they destroyed our house?” Barnes asked, grabbing her shoulder and giving her a little shake. His wife snapped angrily at him. “Are you deaf? Our home was demolished five minutes after you left. They said they were given orders and permission to demolish all our properties. As at this moment, they're currently demolishing our shopping complex. Do something, Barnes. They'd ruin us all.”Barnes eyes widened in shock. He glanced at Barry and saw the seriousness in his eyes. That was when he realized Barry wasn't fooling around. “Barry, what have you done?” Barry wore back his dark glasses. “I kept my promise to you, landlord. You never should have sold my sister in the first place. This is your punishment for your wickedness.”Barnes owned the block of apartments which his twenty tenants lived in. He also owned a small shopping complex and a private house. If what his wife was telling him was true,
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The real estate agent
After crushing his landlord, Barry decided to buy a house and become his own landlord. Evelyn Raven had left Barry the White mansion off the coast of North Hills in her will, but due to his divorce with Laura, his ex-wife took claim of the mansion. The White mansion was built in Diamond estate, one of the most luxurious estates in North Hills. As soon as the taxi cab driver dropped him at the motel and drove off, Barry took out his phone and called Veronica.He was worth $900 Trillion. It's about time he put his money to good use. Veronica answered on the first ring. “Good afternoon, Barry. How can I be of help to you?”“I need a house,” Barry answered. “Preferably at Diamond estate.”“What kind of house do you want, Barry?” Veronica asked. Barry smiled. “The best money can buy.”“Say no more,” Veronica replied him. “I'm going to contact the real estate board. You don't mind me giving them your number do you?”Moses shook his head. “No I don't.”“Very well, Barry,” Veronica said.
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Bet
The Real estate agent scoffed. “What mistake are you talking about? Get lost, or I'll have no other choice but to call the cops to kick you out.”Just then, the agent's phone rang, breaking the tense silence hanging in the atmosphere. He hurriedly pulled out his phone and was startled to see the caller ID was his superior. “Hello, Mr. Hemsworth,” the agent said respectfully. “Has the buyer arrived yet, Jerry?” Mr. Hemsworth asked over the line. Barry who had been listening caught the agent's name. "So the agent's name is, Jerry," Barry thought. Jerry sighed, pacing up and down. “It's been nearly an hour and I still haven't seen him.”“What! An hour? What's taking him so long?” Hemsworth demanded. “Is he serious about buying this house or not.”“Beats me,” Jerry turned to Barry and sneered at him. “There's someone here though, but he's a nobody.”“A nobody? Who the bloody hell is that?” Hemsworth asked, curiously. “Oh you wouldn't know him because you're new in North Hills,” Jer
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours A new house owner
Moses was impressed with the house as Jerry gave him a tour. The mansion was powered by an advanced voice-activated artificial intelligence system called ZEUS. ZEUS manages the room temperature, the lightening and cooling system. ZEUS was also built with an upgraded security system that operates the smart cameras in the house and controls the home appliances. The living room was lavishly furnished with a massive chandelier, plush Italian furniture and a 150 -inch OLED TV. It's dining area had a twelve chairs handcrafted mahogany table. There were six bedrooms built within the mansion with a walk-in closet and a jacuzzi bath in each bedroom. Then there was the home theater; a velvet coloured soundproof room with a 4K projection system and a popcorn station. To Barry's delight, the Mansion contained an underground private gym with cutting-edge equipments. There was the private pool and exotic maze garden with a koi pond. The mansion also boasts of its spacious underground park
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours My ex-husband, Barry
Later that evening, Barry returned to the motel to pick up his sister. Snow was reading a book when Barry barged into their room. “Pack up Snow,” Barry announced with a big smile on his face. “We're moving out of this cheap motel.”Snow kept her book aside, curious about Barry's improved mood. “We're moving? Where to?” She asked. Barry sat on the bed, stretching his hand to caress her hair. “Remember that interview I told you I was going to?”Snow nodded. “Yeah, sure. How was it?”“I got hired at the spot,” Barry lied. “My new boss seemed to like me. He needed someone he could trust. Someone who could look after his house while he's away on business trips.”Snow raised an eyebrow. “You're going to be a caretaker?”Barry nodded, feeling embarrassed at the lies he was spilling to her. “You see, my new boss bought this expensive mansion, but he's rarely in the country to live in it. He needs someone he could trust to live inside and look after the house for him while he's away.”Snow
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Reunion at Barry's gate
Barry had finished watering the flowers in his garden and was now attending to his koi fish. He caught a whiff of something delicious coming from the kitchen which told him Snow was cooking. Snow was a wonderful cook. It's been five days since they moved into their new home, and it's been nothing but bliss. At first, Snow was afraid of the luxury in the mansion but after a day or two, she got used to it. It was amazing how quickly she adapted and could even give ZEUS voice commands to adjust the lighting, operate the coffee maker and do the cleaning. Since he moved in, five days ago, Barry enjoyed nothing but peace. For the first time in years, he slept like a baby every night. Suddenly, ZEUS called out to him. “Sir, I have detected two individuals standing outside the gates.”Barry glanced at the smart hi-tech wristwatch which was connected to ZEUS. “Who are they, ZEUS?” Barry asked, swiping the screen of his watch. “We haven't had any visitors since we moved in.”“My analysi
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Phone call
After a delicious dinner, Barry patted Snow on the shoulder. “Snow, you're in high school now. I'm sure you've missed plenty of classes,” Barry said. “Starting tomorrow, you're starting school again.”Snow jumped to her feet in excitement. “Really?”Barry smiled. “And that's not all,” he brought out an admission paper. “You've just been accepted to school in Elite High school in North Hills.”Snow eyes widened in surprise as she read the paper. “Brother, Elite High school is the most exclusive and expensive school in the entire country. How in heaven's name did you managed to enroll me in it?”Barry wasn't just lazing around these past few days. During his leisure time, he made arrangements with Hobbs to register Snow under a fake scholarship to Elite High school. This scholarship was sponsored by an imaginary foundation Barry made up, but that was the easy part. The difficult part was beating the Ranking System. Despite having unimaginable wealth, Barry was still E-Rank–the lowe
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Crisis
Laura turned to Ingrid after the line was cut off, a wide smile spreading across her face. “So, how did it go?” Ingrid asked. “Mother you wouldn't believe it,” Laura said. “Not only did I manage to convince him to throw out Barry, I also invited him for dinner tomorrow night.”Ingrid's face brightened delightfully. “I made some inquiries and my sources told me that the mansion is valued at over $45 million. That's twice the home value of the White mansion,” Ingrid revealed, her mind blown away. “Whoever Barry's new master is, he's a big shot.”“He mentioned his name is King,” Laura said, her eyes shining. “I want to see him. There's something about him. Especially his voice. He sounds like a very powerful man.”“I'll make preparations,” Ingrid stood up excitedly, tapping on her phone screen. “The servants would prepare a big feast. I'm going to invite all my friends.”“No, mother,” Laura protested. “The less company, the better. I'm desperate to find out more about this man. Let's
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Arrested
The docks of York City were shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of dark water against the pier.Thick fog curled around the steel shipping containers, swallowing the dim lights of distant harbor lights. Sir Henry Weston adjusted his cashmere coat against the biting cold, his breath misting in the air. Beside him, James and John shifted restlessly."Where the hell is the shipment?" James muttered, checking his watch. "It was supposed to be here by now." Sir Henry exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. "Keep your voice down. These things needs patience." A low hum of an engine cut through the fog. The Westons turned as a black truck rolled silently toward them, its headlights off. The back doors swung open, revealing crates stamped with military insignias. John let out a low whistle. "Finally." James cracked his knuckles. "Let’s get this unloaded before—" "FREEZE! POLICE!"Blinding floodlights erupted around them, turning night into day.
The dangerous deal
The fire crackled in the grand study of the Weston estate, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the assembled family. Sir Henry stood before the hearth, his polished shoes sinking into the plush Persian rug as he swirled a glass of 30-year-old Macallan. The amber liquid caught the firelight, mirroring the greedy gleam in his eyes. "Well, my dears," Sir Henry began, his voice rich with self-satisfaction, "it seems fortune has smiled upon us at last." All eyes turned to him - Martha perched primly on the Chesterfield sofa, her diamond bracelet catching the light; Frank slouched in the wingback chair, already halfway through his third whiskey; Lucy and the twins James and John clustered together near the bay window. Laura sat stiffly beside Charles, her manicured fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest. "I've secured a deal," Sir Henry continued, pausing dramatically to sip his scotch, "that will solve all our recent... financial inconveniences." Frank snorted. "A
Sir Henry
Barry led Steve into the lavish penthouse overlooking York City’s skyline. Steve let out a low whistle as he took it all in. "Nice place." Barry smirked and tossed him a set of keys. "It’s yours now." Steve caught them mid-air, raising both eyebrows. "You’re serious?" "Dead serious," Barry said, taking a seat on the plush leather sofa. "I’ve already set up Sullivan Group’s second headquarters here in York City—and you’re running it." Steve exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You don’t do things halfway, do you?" Barry leaned forward, his gaze intense. "No. And neither should you." He gestured to the city beyond the glass. "This is your chance, Steve. You can finally get back at everyone who betrayed you." He tilted his head. "So—who’s first on your lists?" A dark, vengeful smile curled on Steve’s lips. "The Westons." Barry’s eyes gleamed. "I'm listening." Steve’s voice was ice. "Charles—my best friend—stole my wife, framed me for fraud, and left me to r
Revenge
Steve nearly choked on his burger when Barry and Sebastian slid into the booth across from him. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, eyeing the two sharply dressed men with suspicion. "Who the hell are you?" Steve asked, his voice rough. Barry reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card, sliding it across the table. Steve picked it up, his brows furrowing as he read it.His eyes flicked back up to Barry, his eyes widening. "You're the Chairman of Sullivan Group?" Barry nodded. "I am." "I've heard all about your company," Steve let out a dry groan as he returned the card back. "What does the head of the biggest damn conglomerate in the world want with me?" Barry leaned back, his gaze steady. "I'm establishing a new branch of Sullivan Group here in York City. And given that you were once a billionaire who built your own empire from nothing, I want you to run it." Steve sighed, shaking his head. "You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m a jailbird, not a CEO. Look at me—I’m eati
The burger shop
Barry and Sebastian watched Steve leave the bank premises through a pair of binoculars from their car."We've found him," Sebastian said. "That is Steve. He's popular girl around these parts."Barry had been silent since he started watching Steve. He's done his research and was aware of all the people that betrayed him."This has gotten personal," Barry said. "I'm going to make sure everyone who had wronged Steve regrets their actions, starting with Charles. That snake is mine."Dipping his hand in his pocket, Barry called the private number of the Bank's manager. “Hello?” the bank manager answered the call. Steve switched into a deep raspy voice. “This is the Barry Reeds. Chairman of The Sullivan Group,” Barry answered. “A huge amount of money would be transferred to your account in a minute. I'm buying all your shares. From now on, I'm your boss.”The manager felt his heart skip a beat. “Are you for real, sir?” the bank manager asked, cautiously. "You can do your researches to
loafer polisher
A few days later, the Southern District of York city. Charles pulled up his black Audi R8 in front of York city's bank. As he stepped out of the car, he met a loafer polisher standing in front of the bank's gates. Charles was surprised when he saw who the loafer polisher was.“Well, well, well, is that who I think it is?” He laughed as he approached the polisher. “So the rumours are true. Steve, you're a loafer polisher now?”Steve wore a shabby trench coat and a dirty cap on his head. He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, so what?”Charles sneered at him. “I never imagined a day would come when you'll stoop to this level. I thought you ran away from York city these past few days.”“I have nowhere else to go to,” Steve replied him. “Since you took away my home, my wife, and my company, I had to do menial jobs to survive.”Charles' smile spread into a grin. “Well, what do you know? You're homeless and a loser. I'm going to enjoy this.”Charles sat down on the chair and stretched out his loa
The jailbird
Steve took the long walk to the Weston's estate. When he arrived, he demanded an audience with Sir Henry. Sir Henry was enjoying a steak dinner with his wife and family in the dining room when Steve was ushered in by the family's butler. “Sir, Henry, Steve is here,” the butler announced, then quietly left. “Well, well, well, if it isn't my son-in-law, back from prison,” Sir Henry raised a glass at Steve. “How long has it been? Six years?”Sir Henry, despite being in his mid-sixties was still strong and healthy. He made his fortune in the railway corporation and his real estate empire. But Sir Henry was a greedy fellow. He always wanted more. He was the type of man who is controlled by money. It was his unquenchable thirst for money that got him into trouble. The trouble that cost Steve his six years of freedom and the loss of his company. “Father-in-law, we need to talk,” Steve approached him. “Laura has finished me. The baby she was pregnant with before I went to jail was ac
Best friend betrayal
Charles freed himself from Steve's grip and punched him hard across his jaws. Steve lost his balance, falling on the wet ground. Charles spat at him. “For God's sake, you get out of prison and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight with me. Do you want to return to jail again?”Steve tastes blood in his mouth. He glared at Charles. “I-I don't understand, Charles. You were my best friend. You were supposed to look after my wife and my child while I serve my sentence.”Charles burst into laughter. “Look at this bloody fool. Wait, you haven't told him, yet have you, Laura?”“I was about to before you arrived,” Laura folded her arms. “He keeps going on and on about his son.”“Oh this is so good,” Charles laughed, turning to face the kid. “Junior, come here.”The boy came up to Charles, who lifted him up. Charles turned to Steve. “This is the baby your wife was pregnant with before you were locked up in jail six years ago. Isn't he adorable?”Steve staggered to his feet, wiping t
Steve
Barry’s pulse raced. "Then… my wish—" The cat’s eyes gleamed. "Ah yes. The wish." It tilted its head playfully. "But first… tell me, Barry. What do you truly desire?" Barry didn’t hesitate. "Save Veronica. She's my fiancée. She has the Sleeping Death, and if I don't—" "Whoa hold your horses," the Golden Cat purred, cutting him off. "I already know what you want, boy. I’ve always been watching you." Its tail flicked. "You owe your good fortune to me, you know." Barry stiffened. "What do you mean?" The cat ignored his question as it stretched lazily. "I can lift the curse from Veronica and cure her. But first, you must do one good deed for me." Barry frowned. "I don’t understand. I thought helping that homeless man was the good deed." The Golden Cat burst into laughter, rolling onto its back and kicking its paws in the air like an amused kitten. "Oh, Barry! That wasn’t the deed! That was just a test to see if you were worthy of my attention!" It sat up, grinning. "I do
