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I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The Wexler's wedding anniversary
Phoenix Bank was now under the control of a powerful new organization—the Sullivan GroupThis new development came as a shock to every major bank, corporations and even nations.With Veronica overseeing both the Phoenix Bank and Sullivan Bank, Barry found himself embarking on his first major company project: clean energy cars.These days, majority of cars relied on either gasoline or electricity.Barry aimed to revolutionize the automotive industry by creating clean energy cars that were built to last for years.Inorder to achieve this, he would need like minds to show interest in the project.One afternoon, after an intense training session in his underground gym, Barry decided to go for a ride around the city to clear his mind. It had been three weeks since Snow was on spring break. During that time, She had grown closer to Sebastian, forming a friendship with him,Barry was yet to spill the Truth to Snow. He believed she was better off not knowing about his wealth or the fact he
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Mrs. Wexler
During his time as a servant for the Raven family, Madam Evelyn had a close friend who had always despised him—Mrs. Wexler. She would visit the Raven estate occasionally, and without fail, she would try to convince Madam Evelyn to get rid of Barry. Mrs. Wexler had never approved of Madam Evelyn’s decision to arrange a marriage between Barry and Laura. She would often chastise Madam Evelyn, calling Barry a "lowly servant" and insisting that he was unworthy of such a union. Her words had been sharp and cutting, and Barry had grown to resent her deeply. When Madam Evelyn fell ill, Mrs. Wexler never once visited her. Not a single day. And when Madam Evelyn passed away, Mrs. Wexler was deliberately absent from the funeral. Barry had never forgotten or forgotten her cruelty.Now, standing face-to-face with her, Barry felt a surge of disappointment. He wasn't expecting this woman to be Roxanne's mother. Mr. Wexler shook Barry’s hand firmly. “Barry, it’s a pleasure to finally meet yo
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Grovel
Mr. Wexler stepped forward and placed a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Barry, there’s no need to go this far. I apologize again for my wife’s behavior. She’s out of line, and I assure you, this isn’t how we treat our guests.”But Mrs. Wexler pride refused to let her back down.“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” she said, cutting in sharply. “If Barry wants to make a fool of himself, let him. But if he fails, he’ll become a servant to me. That’s the deal.”“Agreed,” Barry said, then turned to Mr. Wexler and gestured for him to step closer. “Mr. Wexler, if you’ll allow me.”Mr. Wexler hesitated for a moment but nodded.As Mr. Wexler approached him, Barry pulled out his phone and opened his digital portfolio, handing it to Mr. Wexler. As Mr. Wexler scrolled through the documents, his eyes widened, and he caught his breath sharply. His hands trembled slightly as he stared at the screen. His voice grew shaky when he finally spoke.“You’re… the Chairman of Sullivan Group?”Barry cocked his head. “Tha
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The boutique
Barry's meeting with Mr Wexler was a massive success.He was able to network with like minds and investors who were interested in Sullivan Group.These men were interested in his vision and recommend him a long contact list of scientists, automobile and space tech engineers.Barry sent these contacts to Veronica who proceeded to arrange a meeting with them to discuss about Barry's clean energy cars project.Barry left the Wexler family household after promising to pump $5 billion to revive Wexler's Pharmaceuticals.The following day, Snow approached Barry while he was working on his laptop. "Big brother," she began, a bright smile on her face, "I want to meet your master, King. I wish to thank him for everything he’s done for us. He’s been so kind, and I feel like I owe him my gratitude."Barry froze for a moment, caught off guard by her request. He quickly shut the lid of his laptop and composed himself, forcing a calm expression. "King has been on a business trip for a long time,
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The duel
Zayn smirked as he crossed his arms and leaned casually against the display case. "I came for Snow, as promised," he said, arrogantly. "I told you I’d return for her, and here I am."Barry’s eyes narrowed. "I told you before, Zayn, Snow is not ready for marriage yet. She’s still young, and she has her own dreams to pursue."Before Zayn could respond, two towering guards materialized out of nowhere, flanking him on either side. Their presence was intimidating, but Barry stood his ground without unflinching.Zayn chuckled, gesturing to his guards. "Barry, Barry, Barry… you’re still as stubborn as ever. But let’s not make this difficult. I’m taking Snow with me. I’ll give her a better life than whatever you’re offering her. She deserves luxury, not whatever scraps you can afford."Barry’s jaw tightened. "You could never amount to the man I am, Zayn. Snow doesn’t need your kind of 'luxury.' She needs love, respect, and freedom—things you clearly don’t understand."A flash of anger appear
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours Cinderella's glass shoes
Barry wore a neutral expression as he responded to Zayn’s outburst. “I thought we had a deal,” he said firmly. “You said if I paid the $5 million, I could slap you. Or are you going back on your word now?”Zayn’s face flushed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. The sting of the slap still burned on his cheek, and the humiliation of being bested in front of everyone was almost too much to bear. But he knew he couldn’t back down—not in front of Snow, not in front of the boutique staff, and certainly not in front of Barry. Taking a deep breath, Zayn forced himself to calm down. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll overlook it… for now. But don’t think this is over, Barry. You won the first round. Name the next challenge.”Barry crossed his arms, a small, confident smile playing on his lips. “Alright,” he said casually. “Whoever can afford to buy Cinderella’s glass shoes wins the next round.”The room fell silent once again. Zayn’s eyes
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The final challenge
After the manager, finished jotting down Barry's home address, Barry and Snow prepared to leave the boutique.Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires echoed outside. A sleek black car came to an abrupt halt in front of the entrance, and Zayn stormed like an enraged bull. His guards followed closely behind him.Barry raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew why Zayn had returned. “That was fast,” Barry said, a jeering note in his voice. “Have you bought the shoes already?”Zayn’s eyes burned with rage as he stepped closer. “Someone bought all three pairs of the Cinderella glass shoes. There’s nothing left. Do you know anything about this?”Barry tsked, shaking his head in a mocking disappointment. “What a shame. I had high hopes for you, Zayn. But you’ve disappointed me. That means you lost this round.”Zayn’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “So did you,” he shot back, his voice laced with venom. “You don’t have the glass shoes either. T
I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours The final challenge
After the manager, finished jotting down Barry's home address, Barry and Snow prepared to leave the boutique.Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires echoed outside. A sleek black car came to an abrupt halt in front of the entrance, and Zayn stormed like an enraged bull. His guards followed closely behind him.Barry raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew why Zayn had returned. “That was fast,” Barry said, a jeering note in his voice. “Have you bought the shoes already?”Zayn’s eyes burned with rage as he stepped closer. “Someone bought all three pairs of the Cinderella glass shoes. There’s nothing left. Do you know anything about this?”Barry tsked, shaking his head in a mocking disappointment. “What a shame. I had high hopes for you, Zayn. But you’ve disappointed me. That means you lost this round.”Zayn’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “So did you,” he shot back, his voice laced with venom. “You don’t have the glass shoes either. T
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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
