LEGACY OF A BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

part 014

Leon sat in his tech shop, the lights dimmed low, and the soft hum of machines filled the air. His hands moved deftly over a circuit board, but his mind was elsewhere. The large screen on the wall flickered, and a notification appeared. "New Task: Partner with the enemies of Sofia Winter, Victor Aldridge, and the Winter family to dismantle their power." Leon leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing at the screen.

"So that’s how we play it," Leon whispered to himself. His hand hovered over the keyboard, typing swiftly as he began pulling files. Names and connections linked together on the screen, forming a spider web of alliances and rivalries.

The system spoke softly. "The Winters and Aldridges have crossed many. Their enemies wait in the shadows, eager for a chance. Use this to your advantage."

Leon smirked. "I thought you’d say that. Let’s see who hates them the most."

He picked up his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t used in years. After a few rings, a voice answered. "Leon, I was wondering when I’d hear from you."

"Ethan," Leon replied, his voice calm but firm. "I need you to dig deep. I want a list of every person who’s ever had a grudge against the Winters and Aldridges. Leave no stone unturned."

There was a pause on the other end. "That’s a long list, Leon. Those families have been ruining lives for decades."

"Good," Leon said coldly. "Send me the top five. I want the ones with nothing left to lose."

Ethan chuckled. "You’ve changed. I’ll have the information within 24 hours."

"I’ll expect it sooner," Leon replied before ending the call. He leaned back and exhaled. His eyes flickered back to the screen, the names flashing like ghosts from his past. over the years as a billionaire Leon has many private investigator working for him. A reason known only by the system. Getting them wasn't hard. most of them are human robots including Ethan. Only few are his good old friends.

The next evening, Leon’s phone rang. He answered immediately.

"Leon, I’ve got what you asked for," Ethan said. "Sending the files now. But be careful. These aren’t people who play by the rules."

"Neither am I," Leon replied. "Thanks, Ethan."

The files popped onto his screen one by one. Five names. Five lives torn apart by the Winters and Aldridges. Leon skimmed the list, his eyes stopping at the first name.

Marcus Grey – Once a wealthy businessman, Marcus lost everything after the Winters framed him for fraud. Now, he ran an underground network, dealing with secrets and blackmail.

Leon’s lips curled into a smile. "Perfect."

Without hesitation, he grabbed his jacket and stepped out. His sleek black car was parked by the curb. Leon slipped inside and tapped the steering wheel lightly.

"System, guide me to Marcus Grey."

The car roared to life and smoothly pulled away from the tech shop. Leon's thoughts drifted to Clara for a moment, wondering how she was. But first, he had unfinished business.

Marcus Grey's hideout was in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. Leon stepped out, adjusting his coat. The building looked worn down, the kind of place people avoided after dark. Leon approached the door and knocked twice.

A small panel slid open, revealing a pair of sharp eyes. "Who are you?"

"Tell Marcus, Leon's here. I want to see him''.

The panel snapped shut. Leon waited patiently until the door creaked open. Inside, Marcus Grey sat behind a large wooden desk, papers scattered everywhere. He looked up, surprise flashing across his face.

"The famous but secret Leon carter? what brings you to my home abode".

"you know me already, that makes my journey easier" Leon said, stepping forward. "I need your help, Marcus Grey. And in return, I’ll give you what you’ve wanted for years. A chance to bring down the Winters."

Marcus leaned back, his eyes narrowing, he let out a short-lived laughter. seeing Leon's serious expression, be became serious. "I’m listening."

Leon sat across from him, resting his hands on the desk. "I’m putting together a team. I want the Winters and Victor Aldridge to fall. I know you have contacts. I need to know everything they’ve done and everyone they’ve wronged."

Marcus’ eyes darkened. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. But why now?"

Leon’s gaze hardened. "Because they took everything from me too. It’s time they paid."

Marcus smiled slowly. "I’m in. When do we start?"

"Tonight," Leon said. "I need you to call in every favor. I’ll handle the rest."

Later that night, Leon sat alone in his car, watching the lights flicker in the city. His phone vibrated. It was Clara. For a moment, he hesitated. Then he answered.

"Leon?" Clara's soft voice came through. "I just... wanted to say thank you for earlier."

Leon’s expression softened. "Are you alright?"

"I am now," she replied. "But I feel like I owe you an explanation. Can you come by?"

'' You mean right now." Leon checked his digital clock.

'' if it's okay by you". she responded at the other end.

"I’m on my way," Leon said, starting the car.

Clara’s house was small but charming. The porch light flickered as Leon approached. When she opened the door, she looked surprised but happy to see him.

"You really came," Clara said softly.

"I said I would," Leon replied. "May I come in?"

Clara stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The house smelled of coffee and fresh pastries. Everything was neat, and a small lamp cast a warm glow over the living room.

Leon’s eyes wandered to a small plus sized bed by the wall. Vennessa lay there, tucked under a soft blanket.

Leon looked at Clara, his eyes questioning. "it hasn't been easy taking care of your kid alone, right?"

Clara’s eyes dropped to the floor. "Yes. She’s just five."

Leon smiled gently. "She’s beautiful."

Clara looked nervous. "I didn’t want you to find out like this."

Leon shook his head. "It doesn’t change anything. I’m still here."

Clara’s eyes softened. "Thank you, Leon."

As they sat down, Leon's mind drifted to the battle ahead. He would protect Clara and Vennessa, but he would also make sure that those who wronged him would face justice.