LEGACY OF A BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

part 15

The next morning, the familiar hum of machines filling the air as he tinkered with a small drone on his workbench in his secret room. His focus wasn’t on the drone, though. His eyes kept flicking toward the large screen in front of him, where Marcus Grey's name blinked steadily at the top of a list. Beneath Marcus’s name were four others—names of people with grudges against the Winters and Victor Aldridge.

Leon sighed, wiping grease from his hands onto a cloth. "Alright," he muttered to himself. "Time to visit some old friends."

He leaned against the desk, skimming through the list:

1. Evelyn Cross – A once powerful media tycoon whose empire was crushed by Sofia Winter’s false scandals.

2. Damien Knox – An underground fighter betrayed by Victor Aldridge, left with permanent injuries.

3. Helena Drake – A brilliant scientist whose funding was stolen by the Winters, ruining her career and causing her to go bankrupt.

4. Tobias Grant – A former politician brought down by Victor’s blackmail schemes.

The system’s voice chimed in softly. "I recommend starting with Evelyn Cross. Her influence over the media will weaken the Winters’ public image, making the next steps easier."

Leon smirked. "Good thinking. Guide me to her estate."

The screen displayed a map, and Leon grabbed his jacket. "Let’s see how much fire she still has left."

Evelyn Cross’s estate sat atop a hill, overlooking the city like a queen watching her subjects. Leon pulled up to the tall iron gates, which slowly opened as his car approached. He stepped out and was greeted by a stern looking butler at the door.

"Ms. Cross will see you now," the butler said, leading Leon into the grand house.

Leon wondered in his mind. does she know who I am yet?

Evelyn sat in a sunlit lounge, draped in an elegant silk robe. She sipped tea, her piercing blue eyes watching Leon carefully as he entered.

"Leon," she greeted, her tone cool but curious. "I never expected you to come to me this soon. The billionaire Leon Carter who became a billionaire overnight. how did you it?

Leon stared on at her. she is a tech-witch no doubt. Leon smirked at her. "you are smart".

What brings you here?"

Leon took a seat across from her, resting his hands on his knees. "I want to bring down the Winters. I know what they did to you. I’m offering you a chance to get even."

Evelyn raised a delicate eyebrow. "Is that so? And what do I get out of this? Revenge doesn’t pay the bills."

Leon smiled slightly. "I can restore your media connections. I have resources they aren’t aware of. I can help rebuild your empire. All I need is your influence to turn the public against them."

Evelyn’s fingers tapped lightly against the teacup, her eyes narrowing in thought. "You are bold, Leon. I must commend your braveness by coming into my territory as if you own it. I like that. But words are cheap. Show me results, and I’ll help."

"You’ll see them sooner than you think," Leon replied, standing up. "Expect my call."

Leon’s next stop was a gym on the outskirts of town. The place smelled of sweat and hard work, and in the center of the ring stood Damien Knox, barking orders at a group of young fighters.

Leon leaned against the ropes, watching for a moment before calling out, "Still training the next generation, Damien?"

Damien glanced over his shoulder, his face hardening when he saw Leon. "who are you and What do you want?"

Leon stepped closer. "I’m putting together a team to bring down Victor Aldridge. I know what he did to you. I can make sure he pays."

Damien wiped his face with a towel, stepping out of the ring. "You think I care about fighting again? Aldridge took more than just my career. He humiliated me."

"I know," Leon said calmly. "Which is why I need you. I can offer a way back in. I’ve got connections with promoters, but more importantly, I need someone who knows the streets. Aldridge still has influence out here, and I need it gone."

Damien considered him for a long moment before extending his hand. "I’m in. Just make sure he suffers."

That evening, Leon entered a cluttered workshop where Helena Drake worked, surrounded by half-finished inventions and tangled wires.

"If you’re here for money, you can forget it, I know the winters couldn't give you what you wanted. I refuse to help anyone connected to the winter." Helena snapped without looking up.

Leon chuckled softly. "I’m not here for money. I’m here to make the Winters pay. I know they stole your research. I can help you get it back."

Helena finally looked up, pushing her glasses higher on her nose. "How exactly do you plan to do that and why did you suddenly turn against them."

"Same course as you are fighting. I'll fund your projects, get you access to your old lab. In return, I need information. The Winters still use your stolen tech. You know how to break it."

Helena’s eyes narrowed. "You want sabotage."

Leon nodded. "Yes."

Helena smirked slightly. "Get me my lab back, and you’ll have your sabotage."

Leon smiled as he stepped into his car. He was forming great alliance. His car came to a stop.

It was an old diner. Tobias Grant sat in the corner, nursing a cup of coffee. His once crisp suit looked worn, and dark circles hung under his eyes.

"Hi, Tobias greeted tiredly. "Are you here for someone? Care for a cup of coffee."

Leon slid into the booth across from him. "I know Victor still haunts you. I can help end it."

Tobias stirred his coffee slowly. "What can you offer that I haven’t tried already?"

Leon pulled a small USB drive from his pocket, placing it on the table. "Proof. All the dirt Victor’s been hiding. You help me, and this goes public."

Tobias stared at the drive, his fingers trembling slightly before he pocketed it. "I’m in. Just tell me when."

As Leon drove home, the system chirped softly. "They’re all in place. When will you strike?"

Leon smirked, watching the city lights blur by. "Soon. Let them feel safe for a little longer. When we hit, it’ll be hard enough to make sure they never stand again."