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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Date Night with Veronica
The next day, words went out that Jonathan Raven and Ingrid split up and left the country. Laura, unable to bear the thought of being defeated by Barry, handed the White mansion to her Uncle, Francis Raven, to look after while she fled the country. The Raven family were all afraid of Barry and vowed to stay out of his way as best as they can.The following evening, Veronica arrived at bistros restaurant, an exclusive renowned Italian restaurant.She stepped out of a chauffeur driven Cadillac Escalade 600 dressed in a tailored sleeveless gown that hugged her curves like a glove.The thigh-high slit in her gown revealed her long slender leg and beautiful knee that made all heads turned as her two bodyguards led her inside the restaurant. This was Veronica Phoenix, the most powerful young woman in the world, managing the Phoenix family wealth. Inside, Barry was already seated at a private table in an empty balcony overlooking the vast city and dazzling star lit ocean. He stood up wh
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Back to campus
Silverleaf University was made up of multiple colleges. It was the most popular university in the country, attended by graduated students from all walks of life. In silverleaf University, the social hierarchy of Ranks doesn't apply here. As long as you can fund your tuition fees, you're free to enroll. However, the tuition fee was not cheap. The annual tuition fee ranged from $90,000 to $150,000 depending on the program of study. For an average student, pursuing a four-year program could range from $500,000 to $700,000 after additional costs such as housing, meal plan, textbooks, and materials. This was why, after Madam Evelyn fell ill, Barry had to drop out of school for three years during his second year. Since Barry missed three years, he had to re-enroll. This means he would graduate later than his original course mates. Not wanting to call too much attention to himself, Barry decided not to drive to school in his Mercedes-Maybach S-Class.Instead, he settled for a 2019 Ho
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Professor Duke
Barry was pursuing a degree in business management before he dropped out of school. It was the most demanding and competitive program in Silverleaf university with over 1,200 students. The moment Barry entered the business management lecture hall, the busy hall fell silent.Rows of students, both juniors and seniors seated together, froze in shock as Barry walked in. Undeterred, Barry found his way to an empty seat, aware that over 200 students were staring at him. “Hey, is that Barry?”“No way, he looks completely different.”“He looks so well-dressed for someone who dropped out three years ago. I wonder who his new sponsor is.”Barry sat down quietly in his seat and placed his satchel on the desk. Just then, the door slammed open, and Duke Whitmore entered the lecture hall. Professor Duke was infamous for his sharp tongue and intimating pressure. He was fond of bullying Barry, making him the subject of ridicule and often calling him out for being poor. Barry had a reputation
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Dean's office
Barry regarded Aiden calmly before responding. “Why didn't you confront me first before destroying my car?”“My bad,” Aiden smirked. “I didn't know you of all people owned a car. I thought it was just another loser. So I destroyed it out of spite. It was my favorite spot, and you had the balls to park it there.”Barry narrowed his eyes. “What you did was wrong, Aiden. The parking lot is for everyone. You had no right to destroy my car simply because I parked in your favorite spot.”Barry's audacious tone surprised Aiden. He was even more surprised at how well dressed, and good-looking Barry had become. “You've changed,” Aiden frowned. “Just because you managed to own a Honda Civic, you think you can lecture me, huh?”Barry stepped forward until he was standing face to face with Aiden. “Sixty minutes. I'm going to give you sixty minutes to provide a new Honda Civic sport. The same model you destroyed. If you fail to replace it before the time is up,” Barry leaned in his ears and whi
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Sacked and Expelled
Professor Duke walked through the long corridor of Silverleaf university, feeling pleased with himself.He had just wrapped up his lecture and was on his way to the Dean's office.He expected by now, they would expel Barry. Professor Duke has a strong influence with the Dean.This was the end of the road for Barry.Professor Duke smirked as he adjusted his tie and pushed the door to the Dean's office without knocking. "Mr. Feathersmich," he called, entering fully into the office. "How was the brat I sent your way? Did you get him expelled?"Feathersmich sat stiffly behind his desk, his expression deadpan. Professor Duke frowned. He didn't like how tensed the atmosphere felt. "What's the matter?" Duke said, shutting the door. "Is this a best time to talk?"Feathersmich slid a single sheet of paper across the desk to Duke. "Professor Duke, this is your termination letter. Silverleaf university won't be needing your services anymore."Duke froze like ice. He stared at the paper as if
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Skull
Aiden's heart pounded as he pulled out his phone and called his father. When the call connected, Aiden went off like a mad man. “Dad, you won't believe what just happened to me today,” Aiden barked. “The Dean just expelled me over some nobody named Barry.”Prescott shouted on the other end of the line. “What!”“And that's not the worse part. Could you believe they trashed my car? The Bugatti you bought for me last month is in scraps as we speak.”“How dare they do that to you?” Prescott yelled in anger. “Do they have a death wish?”“Dad, you have to do something about this,” Aiden said urgently. “When I threatened to tell you, Feathersmich was acting like he didn't care. It's almost as if he wasn't scared of us.”“Those bastards,” Prescott growled. “They better prepare their lawyers because I'll burn that school to the ground.”Before Aiden could respond, the line yet dead. Aiden grinned wickedly. “My dad is pissed. He will not show the school board any mercy. It's over for them.”
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Uno reverse card
Aiden was lounging in his penthouse apartment with Vanessa, sipping a glass of whiskey, when his phone buzzed on the table. He smirked as he glanced at the screen and saw skull's caller ID. “Who's that babe?” Vanessa asked from the bedroom. “It's the dude I hired to deal with Barry,” Aiden answered. “Seems like they're through working on him.”“Finally,” Vanessa said happily. “Serves him all right.”Aiden answered the call, his wicked grin spreading across his face. “Hello, Skull. I should be expecting some good news now.”Skull's deep voice came through the line. “Sure. We've got him. It was too easy. He's pleading for his life right now.”“Perfect,” Aiden grinned. “I want to see his pathetic face before you finish him.”“Very well, meet us at the old warehouse near the North Axis,” Skull directed. “Come alone.”Aiden's grin widened. “I'll be there in twenty minutes. Hold on.”Aiden hung up, then announced to Vanessa he was heading out to make sure they finish the job properly. V
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The influencer
Barry exhaled sharply, placing the heavy dumbbells back onto the rack in his underground gym. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he reached for a towel, wiping his face until it was dry enough. His muscles were aching, but he was satisfied with his workout routine. He had built am athletic build in a space of three months. He felt proud of himself. He dropped the towel into a nearby hamper and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a long swig before heading toward the private elevator.The elevator doors slid open silently, and Barry stepped inside, pressing the button for the living room. The doors opened into his expansive living room.“ZEUS, dim the lights and turn on the fireplace,” Barry commanded.“Certainly, sir,” ZEUS replied immediately. The lights dimmed to a warm, ambient glow, and the fireplace roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the room. Barry sank into a chair, crossing his legs as he reached for his laptop on the nearby glass coffee table. He began br
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Graduation Day
The university hall was filled with the excited murmurs of graduating students, proud parents, and faculty members. The ceremony proceeded as each names were called met with applause and cheers. But when the dean announced, "Snow Reeds—summa cum laude, valedictorian, and recipient of the Chancellor’s Award for Academic Excellence," the applause was thunderous. No one in the audience—not her classmates, not even her professors—knew the truth about Snow. To them, Snow was just another brilliant student, a quiet but determined young woman who had worked hard for her achievements. None of them suspected she was the sister of Barry Reeds, the most powerful and wealthiest man in the world. Snow had kept her identity hidden deliberately, wanting to earn her success on her own merits, not because of her brother's name or wealth. And she succeeded.As she walked across the stage to receive her honors, her gaze swept over the crowd—and then she saw them. Barry. Veronica. And a lit
Home
Daniel’s breath left him in a rush. He turned to his father, eyes wide with shock. "Is that true?" Victor’s lips pressed into a thin line. "We needed an heir." "That’s not an answer!" Daniel’s voice cracked. "Did you adopt Flynn? Did you—" He swallowed hard, as if the words themselves were poison. "Did you change him?" Victor’s composure fractured. "What would you have me do? You were dying! The doctors gave you months—months—and the treatments weren’t working! The Homeland name couldn’t end with you!" His voice rose, desperate. "I did what I had to do!" Daniel took a step back, shaking his head. "No. No, you didn’t. There were other ways. Adoption. Legitimate means. But you—" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You bought a child like he was property. You altered him." Victor’s face twisted. "I saved this family!" "You ruined it!" Daniel shot back. "We’re not monsters. We don’t take children. We don’t erase who they are!" Barry watched the exchange in silence, his expressi
The Homeland family
The first streaks of morning light painted the sky when Sebastian reappeared in Barry's room. Barry had not slept throughout the night. He had sat patiently with a glass of whiskey untouched on the table before him, his fingers steepled in silent vigil. Suddenly, the air shifted—a whisper of displaced wind—and then Sebastian stood before him, his coat singed at the edges, the scent of smoke clinging to him like a second skin. Barry’s gaze lifted. "Yes?" Sebastian inclined his head. "It’s done." Barry leaned forward. "And?" "The Cradle is no more," Sebastian said. "The children—twenty-three in total—are safe. I delivered them to the Blackthorn children Foundation. They’ll be cared for." "Excellent work," Barry murmured. "You've done well, Sebastian."Sebastian’s red eyes gleamed. "I was right about the barrier. They used an ancient artifact—a relic of forgotten magic. Powerful enough to hide an entire island from scrying, from detection, even from memory if one wasn’t caref
The Cradle
The mansion was silent and the halls swallowed by darkness as Joanna led Barry through the corridors of the Homeland estate. They reached the master suite at the end of the east wing. Joanna hesitated, her fingers hovering over the door handle. "He'll kill me if he finds out I brought you here," she whispered. Barry didn’t respond. He simply pushed the door open himself and stepped inside. The room was vast, lavishly furnished, and dimly lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. In the center, an old man lay in a massive four-poster bed—Victor Homeland, the patriarch of the family. Barry walked to the bedside, his presence like a cold draft in the room. He reached down and gripped Victor’s shoulder, shaking him awake. Victor’s eyes snapped open, clouded with sleep—then sharpened with alarm as they focused on the stranger looming over him. "Who—?" "Barry Reeds," Barry said, his voice low and lethal. "The father of the child you stole." Victor’s f
The confession
The former occupants of the property beside the Homeland family was swiftly evicted. Barry had paid triple the property’s value, ensuring no complaints or delays were made. The agent had refunded half the previous owner’s money just to expedite the process, and within seventy-two hours, Barry stood in the master bedroom of his new residence, binoculars in hand, watching the Homeland estate like a hawk. For days, he observed their routines. The comings and goings of staff, the security rotations, the family’s movements. He studied them all, piecing together the puzzle. He also paid private investigators to dig deep into the Homeland family. What he uncovered made his blood run cold. The Homeland patriarch, Victor Homeland, was deathly ill—rumored to be clinging to life through sheer will and expensive treatments. His only son and heir, Daniel Homeland, was also afflicted by a mysterious, wasting sickness. The family’s empire needed a new successor, and quickly. Daniel’s fir
The trance
Barry stepped through the foyer of his estate, the velvet case tucked securely under his arm. Sebastian stood waiting by the staircase, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His gloved hands were clasped behind his back. "Master Barry," he greeted with a slight bow. "You've returned." Barry's voice was rough, worn thin by exhaustion. "How's Veronica?" Sebastian's expression softened. "Still locked in her room. She refuses meals. The maids report she hasn't slept properly in days. She... blames herself." Barry's jaw tightened visibly. He strode past Sebastian, his boots striking the marble floor with sharp, echoing steps. "I'll find him," he muttered, more to himself than to his butler. "Whatever it takes, wherever he is—I'll bring him home." He turned abruptly, holding up the velvet case between them. "I got it. Just like you said I should." His piercing gaze locked onto Sebastian's. "Tell me straight—is it the real thing?" Sebastian accepted the case, pening
The Imperial Auction
Five years later....Barry stepped into the grand hall of the world's most exclusive auction house. There was a legendary event held only once every decade. The Imperial Auction. The air hummed with quiet murmurs and the clink of crystal glasses as the global elite—billionaires, royalty, and shadowy figures of immense power—gathered under the glittering chandeliers. The Imperial auction was infamous for trading in the impossible: mythical objects, ancient artifacts thought lost to time, flawless diamonds the size of fists, and deeds to private islands and forgotten palaces. Barry moved through the crowd unnoticed. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, a tailored brown overcoat, and round spectacles that caught the light. His face was now framed by a full beard, and his quiet eyes had the looks of a man who had seen too much. The usher, recognizing Barry, guided him to a reserved seat at the front. "Welcome, Mr. Reeds. We kept your reservation as demanded."Barry sat down without saying a
Miraculous recovery
Barry's car screeched to a halt outside the gleaming hospital entrance. Before Sebastian could even come to a complete stop, Barry was already throwing the door open, his polished shoes hitting the pavement at a run. The automatic doors slid apart just in time as he burst into the lobby.The elevator ride to the seventh floor felt like eternity as he couldn't wait to see Veronica. When the doors finally opened, Barry's breath caught in his throat. Down the hall, through the glass walls of the private ward, he could see them - Veronica sitting upright in bed, her dark hair cascading over the hospital gown, surrounded by the entire Phoenix family. Snow was perched on the edge of the bed, holding Veronica's hand, while various Phoenix relatives filled the room with flowers and murmured conversation.Barry's footsteps slowed as he reached the doorway. Veronica turned her head at the sound, and when their eyes met, the world seemed to stop. Color had returned to her cheeks, her eyes s
Revelation
Barry and Sebastian stood at the back of the court wedding ceremony, observing as Steve and Susan exchanged vows. The judge smiled warmly as he pronounced them husband and wife, and the small gathering of trusted friends applauded. Steve looked more at peace than Barry had ever seen him. It surprises him why Steve got married that very day without any hesitation.As the newlyweds turned to greet their guests, Barry stepped forward, extending a hand. "Congratulations, Steve. You've earned this happiness."Steve clasped his hand firmly, gratitude in his eyes. "I wouldn't be here if not for you, Barry. Thank you."Barry's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. "I have a queen waiting for me back home—someone I hope to marry soon, too."Steve raised his glass. "Then I wish you the same joy you've given me."Suddenly, their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of frantic heels clicking against the marble floor. All heads turned as Laura Weston burst into the room with tears strea
