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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours I decline
“Alright,” Sebastian stretch his arms. “First order of business—I'll unfreeze the young lady and wipe her memory. She doesn’t need to remember any of this.”Sebastian snapped his fingers, and Roxanne suddenly blinked, her body relaxing as if she had just woken up from a trance. She looked around, confused.“What… what just happened?” she asked, her voice shaky. “Why are we standing here?”Barry stepped forward, a calm expression written on his face. “You zoned out for a second, Roxanne. Are you feeling okay?”Roxanne frowned, rubbing her temples. “I… I think so. I just feel a little dizzy.”Barry placed a hand on her shoulder, his tone gentle. “You should go home and rest. It’s been a long day.”Roxanne nodded, still looking dazed. “Yeah… you’re right. I’ll see you later, Barry.”As she walked away, Barry watched her leave, his mind racing with excitement. Sebastian’s power was unlike anything he had ever seen.With a snap of his fingers, he had frozen Roxanne in place and erased he
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The third option
Barry waited for days, then weeks, expecting the Mario brothers to make their move. But nothing happened. No threats, no ambushes, no attempts to intimidate him. It was as if his rejection had been met with silence. Life went on as usual. Barry attended to his studies, managed his investments, and even found time to relax. Sebastian, true to his word, proved to be an impeccable butler. He kept Barry’s mansion spotless, prepared gourmet meals, and handled every task effortlessly. Barry was slowly getting used to having him around.Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Sebastian was a walking enigma. Barry had an uneasy feeling he had struck a deal with a demon but he couldn't be too sure. He was yet to witness the full force of Sebastian's powers before he could come up with a conclusion. One morning, as Barry sat in the dining room enjoying a cup of coffee, he glanced at the calendar on the wall. “Today’s Visiting Day at Elite High School,” he said, more to himself than t
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Sebastian
The Mario brothers exchanged glances after Barry called for Sebastian.Then they burst into laughter. PLorenzo tilted his head, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “You never cease to amuse me, Barry. Who do you think you're calling for help?”Antonio chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I don't think anyone is coming for your rescue. Give it up, boy. You're a dead man.”Barry’s face went pale. His heart pounded as he glanced around the room. Where was Sebastian? He had promised—no matter where Barry was, all he had to do was call. So why wasn’t he here?A cold sweat broke out on Barry’s forehead as the realization sank in. Sebastian wasn't coming. Had he misjudged the butler’s loyalty? Or worse, had Sebastian been a figment of his imagination all along?Barry’s heart pounded in his chest. He had gambled everything on Sebastian’s promise, and now he was alone, kneeling before two of the most dangerous men in the city.Lorenzo stood up, his laughter fading as he reached for t
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Visitation Day
Snow sat in the grand visitation hall of Elite High School, her fingers nervously tapping against the edge of the polished mahogany table. The hall was reserved for parents who had come to visit their children at Elite High boarding school.To Snow's surprise, the hall was filled with the wealthiest families in the country.Around her, the other students were surrounded by their families, their tables occupied with lavish gifts and treats. One girl’s parents had brought a limited-edition designer handbag that wasn’t even available in stores yet.At another table, a boy was handed the keys to a brand-new sports car. Snow’s eyes flicked to the piles of shopping bags, the gleaming jewelry, and the latest tech gadgets being passed around. But Snow’s table was empty. No gifts, no family, no one. She wasn’t jealous—she had everything she could ever want.All she wanted was just to see her brother.She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Barry was late. He was ne
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Daphne's father
Barry was clad in a black leather jacket over a simple white t-shirt, paired with fitted denim jeans. His boots clicked against the polished marble floor as he strode confidently toward Snow. A pair of sunglasses rested on his face, elevating his looks.The moment he entered, the room shifted. Girls whispered among themselves, their gazes locked onto him in admiration.Even Daphne’s cheerleader squad suddenly straightened up, eyes widening at the sight of him.Snow, seeing her brother at last, ran straight into his arms and embraced him tightly. “You’re late,” she pouted, looking up at him with slight annoyance. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?"Barry removed his sunglasses, tucking them into his jacket pocket as he smiled down at her. “Sorry, kiddo. I got caught in a traffic jam.”Snow studied his face for a moment before sighing. “I was worried,” she admitted, stepping back. “But I’m glad you’re here.”Just then, a scoffing voice cut through the moment.
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Loid Reeds
Barry left Elite High School in a good mood. He had spoken to Snow about Sebastian. She seemed to be doing well in school. Barry couldn't have been happier. As he drove his bike back to the diamond estate, he met a man standing right outside the gates of his mansion. "Excuse me, can I help you?" Barry asked, killing the engine of his bike. "This is private property.""I'm looking for the owner of this house, King," the man said, turning around to face Barry. "I heard he's housing a servant named Barry."Barry caught his breath sharply as he instantly recognized who this man was. This was the man Barry had always hated. The same man who abandoned him and Snow when they were kids.Loid Reeds is Barry's father. * * * * Loid and Barry stood staring at each other in silence. Barry was still wearing his helmet which hide his entire features from his father. He couldn't believe his father had traced him all the way to his home. How dare him?Loid cleared his throat. "Is there a pr
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Cafe meeting
Barry finished his last drink in one swift motion, then he set the glass down on the table. He leaned back in his chair and let out a deep breath. "Thank you for listening to my backstory. I haven't told anyone about this except Madam Evelyn."Sebastian stepped forward and began clearing the table in silence. "Master," Sebastian began, breaking the still silence, "what do you intend to do about your father? He seems quite determined to see you."Barry's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he considered the question. "I'll set up guards at the gates," he said firmly. "If Loid shows his face around any of my properties, they'll kick him out without a second thought. I don't want him anywhere near me or Snow."Sebastian nodded, placing the last of the dishes on the tray. "It's fortunate that Miss Snow is still at school, boarding. I imagine you wouldn't want her to see him and be reminded of... everything.""Exactly," Barry replied sharply. "Snow doesn't need to be dragged into this
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Loan
Barry stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He gestured for Loid to follow him. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you to where I live.”Loid followed Barry out the door. Barry hailed a taxi, and the two men climbed in. The ride was silent. Various thoughts ran through Barry's mind. From time to time, he'd steal glances at Loid. There was an excited looks in Loid's eyes that Barry found suspicious.When the taxi finally pulled up in front of a shabby, run-down apartment building, Loid’s face instantly fell. The paint on the walls was peeling, the windows were cracked, and the entrance was littered with trash. Loid turned to Barry, his brow furrowed in confusion.“What’s this place?” Loid asked sharply. Barry stepped out of the taxi and motioned for Loid to follow. “This is where I live,” he said flatly, leading the way inside.Loid trailed behind, his eyes widening as they entered the dimly lit hallway. The air smelled of mildew and stale cigarettes, and the floor cr
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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