Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

RICHARD'S POV

Finally, after a long day, I settled down with a glass of whiskey right after dinner, allowing the warmth of the amber liquid to soothe my weary soul. Sleep was calling me like an old friend, and my mind was already drifting towards the comfort of my bed when the soft chime of an incoming email interrupted my tranquility. With a sigh, I picked up my phone, expecting another boring work-related message. But as I opened the email, my heart skipped a beat.

"Richard, m33t @ Rusty Nail. L8r than expctd. Urgent."

The email was cryptic but clear enough. My contact, the engineer, was waiting for me at Rusty Nail, the bar where I had asked him to meet. I glanced at the time—it was already 10:30 PM. That was hours past the scheduled time, but something in the tone of the message made me uneasy. With a sense of urgency, I threw on a jacket. There was no time to waste.

“Bernard!” I called out to my driver, my voice betraying the urgency I felt. “We need to head out. Now.”

Bernard,