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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours 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
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours 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
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours 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.
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Anthony
A week after the Weston family's downfall, the Sullivan Group's newly established York City branch was opened. The large lobby was cramped with investors, business owners, and job seekers all eager to align themselves with the most powerful conglomerate in the world. Steve stood near the reception desk, hands clasped behind his back, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd as he supervised the final preparations. He had already secured two of the three partnerships Barry had tasked him with—only one remained. Then his gaze landed on a familiar face—Anthony. The man who had once been his closest friend—until the night Steve, freshly released from prison, had knocked on his door in the pouring rain, desperate for shelter. Anthony had taken one look at him, sneered, and slammed the door in his face. Now here Anthony was, dressed in an expensive suit, looking for an opportunity with Sullivan Group.Anthony's eyes widened in shock as he saw Steve and recognized him. "Steve? What the he
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Karma
Steve stepped out of his office, still supervising the interview with the other candidates, when his assistant approached him with urgent news. "Sir, representatives from Greene Incorporated are here to see you." Steve raised an eyebrow. "What could they possibly want?" The assistant consulted his notes. "With Sir Henry and his sons arrested and all their assets seized, Greene Incorporated is the only thing the Westons have left. Laura Weston has proposed selling it to Sullivan Group. They need the money for legal fees." Steve stroked his chin thoughtfully. Sir Henry and his sons were truly cornered - their accounts frozen, their properties confiscated. Steve suspected this had Barry's fingerprints all over it. Barry had probably left Greene Incorporated untouched precisely to force Laura to sell. A slow grin spread across Steve's face. He owed Barry his gratitude. "How much is she asking?" Steve asked. "Fifty million." Steve laughed dryly. "Tell her we'll take it for
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours New Boss
Steve pulled up outside Greene Incorporated in a sleek black Maybach, the polished exterior gleaming under the morning sun. The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the building he had once called his own. He stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit, and walked through the glass doors of the company he had built from nothing. The office buzzed with excitement—whispers of the Sullivan Group takeover, hopes of better salaries, the promise of stability under a powerful new owner. No one noticed Steve at first. Then, one by one, heads turned. Gasps escaped and Murmurs broke out everywhere. Senior staff and executives froze mid-step, their faces drawn in shock. Everyone was startled to see their former boss standing in their midst.Philip, now a department head, was the first to step forward, his lip curling in disgust. "Steve? What the hell are you doing here?" Steve smiled, slow and deliberate. "What am I doing here? Well, I’m your new boss." A beat of silen
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The charity organizations
The news of what had happened at Greene Incorporated spread like wildfire. Headlines buzzed across media outlets:"100 Employees Retrenched as Steve Greene Reclaims His Empire!""Greene Incorporated Now Under Sullivan Group—Drastic Changes Ensue!"The business world in York city reeled, but none were more shaken than the charities and institutions that had once benefited under Steve’s generosity. Among them was St. Augustine Public Hospital, a facility Steve had funded, and several charities that had received steady financial support from the Greene program.With the entire workforce of Greene Incorporated wiped out, panic settled in. The hospital board and charity representatives, realizing their fate was now in Steve’s hands, requested an urgent meeting with him.* * * * The conference room was steeped in tense silence. Seated around the long mahogany table were members of various charity organizations and the hospital board. They shifted uncomfortably, whispering among themselv
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Susan
The elevator ascended smoothly toward Steve’s penthouse, its glass walls offering a glittering view of the city below. Barry stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Beside him, Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks out of habit.Barry glanced at Sebastian. "Three weeks," he mused. "Three weeks since we arrived in this city, since we set things into motion. Tell me, Sebastian—what do you truly think of how I’ve handled things?" Sebastian bowed slightly with a faint, knowing smile. "You’ve done remarkably well, master. Now, it’s left for the golden cat of fortune to decide if he’s pleased with your deeds or not." Barry sighed, his gaze drifting back to the skyline. "I hope so. Veronica’s life depends on this." The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open, revealing the lavish expanse of Steve’s penthouse. Inside the suite, Steve had a phone pressed to his ears as he paced around his room, negotiating a deal. The moment his eyes landed on Barry, however, he immediately en
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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
