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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Arrested
Snow saw Barry approaching, along with principal Shepherd Joyce. “Young lady,” principal Shepherd Joyce smiled at her. “Please accept my apologies on behalf of our chairman. After some deliberations, we've decided to accept you into our institution.”Snow, at first, was startled. She looked at her brother, then back at principal Shepherd Joyce. “What happened?” She asked. “I thought the chairman's decision was final?”“Not anymore,” Barry answered. “Let's just say we were able to persuade him to change his mind.”“B-But how did you–”“That doesn't matter, Snow,” Barry cut her short then patted her head. “What's important now is that you're starting school.”Snow was speechless. It was almost as if her brother were performing miracles. “Come with me, Snow,” the vice principal stepped forward. “I'll lead you to your dormitory.”Her head still in a whirl, she followed the vice principal. Barry watched her go, then turned to principal Shepherd Joyce. “Take care of her,” he said, his
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Fired
Jonathan felt a chill ran down his spine. "What the hell are you talking about? Barry ordered you to fire me?""Barry has the backing of King," Francis Raven said sharply. "If I don't do what he says, King would take full legal actions against the Raven family. He's not happy you beat up his servant."Jonathan couldn't believe his ears. "No, this can't be happening. Barry cannot fire me. I've been in the family's business for years! Barry can’t just waltz in and throw me out like that!""Actually, I can, Jonathan," The door creaked open, and Barry stepped into the office.To see Barry out of prison and appearing before him, drove Jonathan insane. "You son-of-a-bitch," Jonathan's fists clenched at his sides. "Who gave you the order to—"Barry raised a hand to silence him. "King did. I reported what happened to him, how you beat and threw me in jail. He was furious. I demanded retribution which he granted.""This is a load of bullshit," Jonathan brawled. "King can't do this to me. I'm
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Nightingales
Jonathan drove home in silence, a tight knot forming in his chest. He couldn't help but feel beaten by Barry. He hated it. He hated this feeling of defeat. The moment he walked through the door of his luxurious home, he met Ingrid waiting for him in the living room with her arms crossed. “Jonathan,” Ingrid called, tapping her show on the floor. “You're home early. Did you take care of that bastard?”Jonathan looked around to find Betty and Laura seated on the sofa, staring earnestly at him.“Well, say something, dad,” Betty said, her gaze vengeful. “Did you crush that worm?”Jonathan’s face was pale as he dropped his briefcase near the door. He loosened his tie and collapsed onto the couch, running a trembling hand through his hair. “I’ve been fired,” he muttered. Everyone stiffened in shock at Jonathan's statement. It came like a bomb out of nowhere. “What?” Ingrid exclaimed, her eyes growing bigger. “Fired? What do you mean, fired? You’re the CEO!” Jonathan clenched his f
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Date
Barry closed his laptop and removed the headphones over his head as soon as the conversation between the Raven and the Nightingale family ended. He had been listening to every word exchanged between them through the wireless mini microphone he planted in the White mansion during his last visit. Barry walked over to the vast window of his bedroom and drew the curtain aside slightly. The Nightingale family's convoy drove past his house. Barry watched them go, knowing they would be back for him soon.“I have completely forgotten about the Nightingale family, but it seems they haven't forgotten me,” Barry said thoughtfully. It began to occur to Barry that he had all the money in the world but no allies, no protection, and no friends. “I've only succeeded in creating a fictional character that would enable me to play two different roles, but something is still missing,” Barry thought, as he took the private elevator down to the underground garage. The garage was empty except for
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Arrested Again
Barry took his glass of wine and stirred it. "Why did you decline my proposal?""Because what you're asking for is impossible," Alan said sharply. "It would never work. Military control is very sensitive. No sane government would agree to hand total control of their military to a private citizen."Barry sipped his wine. "You say that and yet this nation's military is in rot. The government has failed to support the military. I'm simply offering to do their job."Alan had completely lost his appetite. "King, this is bigger than you. What you're asking for is sovereignty. Take the military, you take the nation."Barry kept quiet. He was careful not to force things or else Alan would grow suspicious and start asking more questions."Well, I gave it a shot. Thank you for giving me your time, minister. Enjoy your evening," Barry said, rising to his feet. Alan watched him as he turned to leave. "King, wait. I'll take your proposal to the parliament, but I can't promise you they would appro
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Oprah Morgan
Barry regarded Jonathan after he slapped him. "That was a mistake, Jonathan. You shouldn't have hit me.""And I'll do it again," Jonathan spat in Barry's face. "You think you can take what's mine and get away with it? Guess what, King, I'm going to take back Raven enterprises then I'll destroy you piece by piece until there's nothing left of you."Barry didn't say anything. Right now, he was still wearing King's disguise. If these two uncover his disguise, he'll be busted. Jonathan's wicked grin spread further across his face. "Got nothing to say, huh? You know, I once respected you, King. But that respect died the moment you allowed Barry to call the shots and removed me from my family's company."Jonathan grabbed a fistful of Barry's shirt and snarled to his face. "Don't underestimate me, King. The Nightingale family are one of the most powerful families in North Hills. With their backing, I'll make sure you rot in jail."Kane Nightingale stepped forward, his eyes cold and dangero
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Grovel
Oprah Morgan didn’t wait for anyone to respond. She opened her briefcase, pulling out documents and a tablet, and began her defense. “Ladies and gentlemen of the court,” Oprah Morgan began, her voice sharp. “before this court makes the grave mistake of proceeding with sentencing King, allow me to inform you of the catastrophic consequences of such an action.“Everyone leaned forward, eyeing Oprah as she faced the courtroom and waved to King. “King has formed strategic alliances with five of the most powerful nations in the world: the United States, Russia, China and Germany," she revealed. “Any sentence passed against him today will be interpreted as an attack on their interests, as my client’s investments and agreements are tied to these nations’ military.” The courtroom froze in shock, then loud whispers erupted everywhere. Jonathan stared at King, his eyes a trifle wider. “No way…” he whispered to himself. “How is King able to gain an alliances with these four countries?”
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Raven family's Downfall
In the weeks that followed, the Nightingale family struggled to gather the $500 million owed to King. Kane Nightingale was forced to liquidate majority of his assets, properties and businesses just to raise enough money to pay King. By the time he was able to finally pay King, the damage has already been done. The Nightingale family became a laughing stock throughout the entire country overnight. At every public gathering, the Nightingale family's defeat and humiliation was whispered among the elites. Their peers mocked them for groveling to King in court.This caused the Nightingales social standing to plummeted. The Raven family on the other hand, had it worse, except for Francis Raven. "Why are you sparing my wife, my children and I from paying the restitution fee?" Francis Raven asked, when he met with King. Barry, still in King's disguise replied simply, "Because you were smart not to take sides against me. You didn't join your foolish brother to betray me. That's why I s
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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
