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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
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Dinner with King
Laura stood outside the entrance to the White mansion where she was expecting King's arrival. “Are you sure this is going to work?” Jonathan asked, standing next to Laura. “What if this man turns out to be a disappointment?”Laura turned to face her father, a frown drawn on her expression. “Do you have any better ideas?”Jonathan sighed, but couldn't give her a satisfactory answer. All his friends and associates had deserted him when they learned about the Raven enterprise crisis. Nobody in their right mind will risk paying such an outrageous debt of $260 million without a massive interest rate. The Raven family couldn't afford to get into new debts. King was their only solution. Just then, a jet-black Mercedes-Maybach S-Class ‘Haute Couture pulled up outside the front of the White mansion. There were only 150 units of this car in the world and only three owners in North Hills. Laura held her breath as the chauffeur stepped out and opened the rear door, revealing the luxurious
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The security guard
"I said I will clear your debts," Barry repeated himself, staring fixedly at Jonathan. "Every single cent of it."Jonathan and Francis couldn't believe their ears. They weren't expecting King to make the first move. "B-But why?" Laura asked, breaking the silence. She looked just as surprised as her family. "I'm not stupid, Laura," Barry replied her. "I know the only reason you invited me to dinner with your family is because you need a favour from me.""That's not true," Laura said sharply. "It really wasn't—"Barry cut her short with a wave of his hand. "Don't waste your breath. I'm willing to get the Raven family out of this mess. So I'll make an offer you guys cannot refuse."Jonathan leaned forward, his eyes eager. "And what is this offer?""Sell me Raven enterprises and I'll pay off your debts," Barry offered. "I'll keep the company running and you and Francis can still retain your position as CEO and COO. But the company would belong to me."Jonathan and Francis exchanged glan
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Department Store
Barry returned home in his security uniform. He met Snow, feeding the koi fish. “Hey, Snow, I'm home,” Barry said. “Welcome home, brother.” Snow turned and was startled to see Barry donning a security uniform. “W-what are you wearing?”Barry chuckled softly. “This is my uniform. There isn't much to do around here aside gardening. I hate being idle, so I convinced my new master to get me a part-time job.”Snow raised an eyebrow. Barry could tell from her expression that she didn't approve. “A security guard? Isn't he paying you enough to watch over his house?” Snow asked. Barry knew he had to lie better than that or else the questions won't stop coming. Snow wasn't stupid. “Snow, I only have to work Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I have Tuesdays, Thursdays, and the weekend to watch over his mansion. Look on the bright side. I'll have two sources of income so I can afford the items you need for school.”Barry knew in due time, Snow would grow suspicious of his sudden wealth. He
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Samuel
“Emma, can I have a word?” Barry called out to Emma. Emma left Snow and approached Barry. “Do you have any questions, sir?”Barry spoke to her in a low whisper. “I want the best, high-quality trousseau money can buy for my sister. I'll leave it up to you to choose what you believe is good for Snow.”Emma stared at Barry as if he were making a joke. “That won't be a problem. I just have one question. Could you afford them? Money talks around here. I would lose my job if you buy nothing at the end of the day.”Barry lifted his lips in a small smile. “Let me worry about the money. Just provide my sister what I ask for. I won't be happy with you if you chose poor trousseau for Snow.”Emma licked her dry lips. She was doubtful that Barry could afford even a pen, which was worth $100,000 each. However, despite her doubt, she decided to gamble her luck. If Barry could afford it, she would not just earn her first commission but also save face from embarrassment. “Alright, I'll do it,” she
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Transaction successful
Barry took a step back. That slap came out of nowhere, stunning him. “Samuel, what are you doing?” Emma shouted, more in anger. “A guide is not supposed to hit a client, no matter the offense. You'll be fined for violating that rule. It would cost you your commission f*e.” “Shut up, newbie,” Samuel barked at Emma. “I know that more than anyone, but I don't care as long as I ring some sense into this stupid security guard.” Barry touched his cheeks where he had been struck. Ever since he was a child, everyone had always hit him. His father struck him, he was struck by his peers, struck by the Raven family and struck by strangers. Barry hated it. He was sick and tired of people hitting him. He glared murderously at Samuel. “You slapped me. You will pay dearly for that.” Samuel laughed mockingly at Barry. “You can do nothing, you piece of trash. You're nothing but a poor security guard who has no business shopping here in the first place.” “Samuel, I'm going to file a compla
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Fired
At first, the room fell into a stunned silencer.Then everyone broke the heavy silence with a sharp intake of breath. Samuel's smug grin disappeared from his face like smoke. “What the hell?” his voice sounded coarse. “That's not possible. It's a glitch right? Cashier, tell me that's a glitch.”“Hold on, let me check,” the cashier went through the system, confirming the transaction and the bank. “It's not a glitch. The money is real and paid in full.”Blood drained from Samuel's face. “I don't believe it. H-How is that even possible?” He yelled. “He's a security guard. There's no way he could have afforded that.”Barry turned to Emma. “I've paid the bills, just like I promised. I'm sure the tip would be more than enough to cover the expenses for your mother's medication.”Emma stared at Barry as if she were staring at a ghost. Her eyes were so wide they threatened to fall off. “Who are you?” Emma asked. “There's no way you're just a security guard.”Barry smirked. “But I am a secur
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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
