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Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 61 Lady Katerina's Battle
Lady Katerina, dressed in a bloodstained black trench coat, stood in the middle of dismantling a gang of hardened men guarding the seaport. The air had reeked of salt and iron. A huge brute had charged at her, confidence gleaming in his eyes. Katerina hadn’t flinched. She had raised her hand—slow, deliberate. A pulse of invisible energy had burst from her palm, hitting him like a freight train. He had been flung into a stack of steel containers, his skull cracking against the edge. Blood had pooled beneath him as he groaned weakly. “Shit—she’s a freak!” one of the men had shouted before lunging at her with a crowbar. Two others had followed, one wielding a knife, the other bare-fisted but desperate. Katerina had moved like a viper. She hadn’t even touched them. A flick of her wrist had sent an unseen force smashing into their chests. They had hit the ground hard, ribs shattered, coughing blood. She had remained calm, cold, efficient. Ninth-stage cultivators didn’t show off; th
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 62 Emma Hayes
The wind whipped through the streets of Truce, carrying the scent of exhaust fumes and the occasional waft of stale street food. Feys Hotel stood like a silent sentinel among the chaos, its reflective glass walls mirroring the city's relentless pace. VIPs drifted in and out of the lobby, flanked by their bodyguards and entourages, oblivious to the drama unfolding inside. On the 28th floor, behind the thick double doors of a penthouse suite, Austin leaned back on the plush leather sofa. His shirt hung open, exposing the jagged scar slicing across his chest. It was a trophy from a past skirmish, a reminder of how deep he’d clawed his way into this game. Emma Hayes straddled his lap, her manicured nails tracing the outline of his collarbone. She wore a silk robe, the fabric slipping off her shoulders like water. Her red lips curled into a sly smile, the kind that promised trouble. "Your flawless skin will leave every man tripping," Austin murmured, his voice low and rough like grav
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 63 Tension In The Global Council
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with hostility and barely concealed grudges. The meeting hall, a grand space with high ceilings and polished oak tables, had descended into chaos. Voices clashed and overlapped, each more enraged than the last. “Are you sure this is the right decision to make?” a man yelled, slamming his fist against the table so hard that his water glass toppled over. “He’s done enough damage already!” another man cried out, his face red with frustration. “And now you want to make him *Secretary General* of the Global Council? Are you out of your bloody mind?” The chairman, a wiry man with thinning gray hair, sat at the head of the table, his face impassive. His fingers drummed against the polished wood as he waited for the shouting to die down. It didn’t. “This is madness,” someone else shouted. “Austin Blake? The same Austin Blake who *allegedly* ordered the assassination of the former Secretary General?” “*Allegedly*,” the chairman inte
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 64 The New Secretary General
Austin leaned back in his chair, the glow of his laptop screen casting faint shadows on his face. The email sat open, its words plain yet loaded with significance. "Hi, Austin Blake, After thorough consideration, seeing your input and prowess in global politics, the Global Council hereby appoints you as the new Secretary General of the organization. Details in the link below. Signed, GBCouncil." A thin smile curved his lips. He clicked the email shut and took a slow sip from the steaming brown mug on his desk. “It’s this easy, huh?” he muttered to himself, his tone amused. The phone buzzed a moment later. He didn’t need to glance at the screen to know who it was. The timing was too perfect. He answered, the device still in his hand when Farhan’s smooth, controlled voice sliced through the line. “It was pretty fast, I must say.” “They didn’t have much of a choice, did they?” Austin laughed, the sound low, almost lazy. “You’re welcome.” Farhan’s voice softened just eno
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 65 Vying Not To Lose
---President Julius paced the length of the room, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. His jaw tightened as the business report droned on from the speakerphone on the table. The words were a dagger: losses, hijackings, and sabotage. Seated across the room, Lucas, the third richest man in the world, sipped his scotch with a scowl. He didn’t say a word until the report ended, but his knuckles whitened around the glass. His business empire—the gold mines, seaports, power plants—was bleeding. “It’s that *boy* again,” Lucas finally said, his voice low and venomous. “One kid, Julius. One bloody kid is doing all this.” Julius stopped mid-step, his fists clenching at his sides. He took a deep breath, exhaling sharply. “Things can’t continue like this.” His tone was firm, but there was a hint of desperation beneath it. “Absolutely not.” Lucas slammed the glass onto the table, the sound cutting through the room. “Otherwise, we’re all doomed. This isn’t just a setback
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 66 Scene From The Past
Alice stood at the entrance of the studio, her eyes cold as she watched Lana and Oscar follow her in. The walls were dull, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and cheap perfume. It wasn’t glamorous, but it didn’t need to be. She didn’t care about the setting, only about what they could gain from this. Lana was whispering something to Oscar, probably trying to calm her nerves, but Alice wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. Her mind was focused on one thing—Austin. The bastard had taken too much from them. Now, it was time to take something back. They’d been offered an opportunity, one that seemed almost too good to be true. A man, dressed in a sharp suit that didn’t belong in a place like this, had approached them with a proposition. Said he could help them bring Austin down, expose him for what he truly was. It sounded simple, almost too simple. “Are you sure this is the right move?” Lana had asked her earlier. “Do you really want to keep playing his game?” Alice h
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 67 Extending Market Into The East
The tension was thick in the air as Austin leaned back in the chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the wooden table. The low hum of the air conditioning did little to drown out the weight of the conversation. Across from him, Farhan Maleq sat with his hands folded, his face a mask of calculation. His eyes flicked over to Austin, sharp and assessing, but there was something else there—something like resignation mixed with a touch of curiosity."You want me to risk my interests on a gamble," Farhan said, his voice cool, almost bored. "And you want me to believe that it's going to pay off for both of us."Austin didn’t flinch. He knew Farhan’s reservations. The man didn’t trust easily, especially when there were too many pieces in play. But the game had changed. They’d both been stuck, circling each other, trying to figure out how to make this alliance work. For Austin, the move into the eastern market was a necessity, a way to expand, to secure his position on a global s
Money Games: The Tycoon Overlord 68 El Maleq's Envoy
Austin leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the glass table. His eyes moved lazily from one face to the next. The financials, the markets, the numbers—they were all there, laid out on the table like an open book. But none of that was why he was irritated. It was the way they were looking at him, as if they owned him, as if they could tell him what to do.Farhan’s envoys.They’d been to enough meetings by now to know how things worked, but today they were different—more arrogant, as if they had more power than Austin himself. Theirs was the power of the El Maleq, but today, it felt like they thought they could push him around. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but their condescension was starting to rub him the wrong way."We don't think the deal with the Eastern market is as lucrative as you believe, Austin." The envoy in the middle, a man named Rashid, spoke as though Austin hadn’t already calculated every angle. He tapped his fingers on the table, and his v
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100 Gone
The room was heavy with tension. The air thick, as if the walls themselves could sense the finality of what was about to unfold. Austin stood at the center of the secret basement, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the people who had stood by him, helped him build this empire. The Blake family Elders, Senator Hayes, Farhan, and the others—his closest allies—were all gathered, eyes filled with something more than just respect.It was the weight of a journey, a history, and an unspoken understanding that this chapter was closing."Well, it’s time," Austin said, his voice calm but edged with determination. His words hung in the air for a moment before they sank into the hearts of those around him. Farhan stood beside him, arms crossed, his usual bravado replaced with a quiet, contemplative air. The years had changed them both. They had grown older, more thoughtful, more burdened by the responsibilities they’d carried for so long. Yet their connection remained unshaken. The bond of
99 Old Buddies
The whiskey glass in Austin's hand was half empty, the amber liquid swirling around as he tapped his fingers lightly against the rim. His mind, sharp as ever, wasn't focused on the business of the day. Instead, it was on the conversation that had been simmering in his mind for weeks now. Across from him sat Farhan Maleq and James, two of the few men who had stuck by him through thick and thin, who had seen him rise and fall, and now, who were part of the very foundation he had built. They weren’t just allies anymore; they were family.Farhan leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on Austin. The years had changed him, just as they had changed Austin, but there was a familiarity in the air. It was the kind of silence you could only share with people who had seen you at your worst and still stuck around. The weight of the world they’d carried together was too much for just words to explain.James, ever the quiet one, was staring into his glass, eyes unfocused but filled with a k
98 New Lives
The room buzzed with quiet murmurs and soft laughter, a stark contrast to the bloody chaos of just a few years ago. The grand hall of the Blake estate was draped in gold and white, the colors of celebration and unity. Every corner of the room radiated opulence, a testament to the new world order that Austin had built with his iron will. Emma sat in an intricately carved chair at the center of the stage, her face glowing with a mixture of pride and exhaustion. The twins lay in her arms, swaddled in soft fabrics that probably cost more than the average person’s yearly salary. Austin stood next to her, his towering frame exuding authority even as his gaze softened every time it flickered to the babies. The crowd of global elites, Mafia heads, and influential dignitaries stood below, glasses raised in celebration. Farhan, representing the El Maleq, stepped forward to speak. “To the future of our world,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding. “And to the two children who symbol
97 A New World
Austin sat at the head of the table, his presence alone silencing the murmurs that rippled through the room. Representatives from the El Maleq family, the Shadow Council, and other former Mafia factions filled the massive conference hall. Farhan stood to his right, his gaze sharp and unreadable, while Senator Hayes leaned back in his chair, his face set in an expression of calm calculation. "This isn’t a negotiation," Austin said, his voice low but carrying. "This is a reality check. The days of fractured territories and petty rivalries are over. From now on, the Blake family is at the center, and I lead the world. Anyone who can’t live with that is free to leave—preferably without causing a scene." Farhan smirked slightly, but his eyes scanned the room for any signs of dissent. The silence was heavy, the weight of Austin’s words pressing down on everyone present. Senator Hayes finally spoke, his voice measured. "No one’s questioning your power, Austin. But centralizing everyth
96 Dealing With Aftermath
Austin sat at the edge of a conference table in the Blake family’s main office. The room was packed with faces that wore varying levels of exhaustion and wariness, but none could deny the determination etched into their features. Farhan leaned back in his chair, flipping a pen between his fingers, while Emma sat opposite Austin, scanning through a list of proposed actions. “The loot from the war,” Emma began, her tone sharp and deliberate, “is more than enough to compensate every major city affected by the fighting. But if we’re not careful, this could spiral into another power struggle.” Austin exhaled slowly, his hands resting on the table. “No more power struggles,” he said firmly. “We’ve had enough bloodshed. The loot is going to rebuild, educate, and unite. Anyone who tries to hoard it or weaponize it is going to wish they hadn’t.” Farhan chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “You’re asking wolves to stop hunting, mate. They’ll need more than a warning.” “They’ll ge
95 Revolutionary
The war was over, but the silence it left in its wake was deafening. Cities that had been battlegrounds now bore the scars of Austin’s conquest: shattered buildings, scorched earth, and a populace weary of the bloodshed. Yet amidst the rubble, a new world was being forged. Austin had no intention of letting the old order crawl back from the ashes. The grand hall of the Blake family’s headquarters buzzed with activity. Delegates from the former Mafia factions sat stiffly around the long table, their postures wary. Some still bore the bruises and cuts from their recent battles, their pride as battered as their bodies. Austin entered without ceremony, his presence demanding silence. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his gaze swept over the room. He didn’t need to speak for the tension to settle like a weight on everyone’s shoulders. “We’ve spent decades clawing at each other’s throats,” he began, his voice sharp, cutting through the room. “For what? Territory? Power? Pride? And where
94 Above the Ninth Stage
Austin moved through the battlefield like a force of nature, his movements precise and terrifying. His fists cracked the air with raw power, sending shockwaves that obliterated anything in their path. The thirteen ninth-stage cultivators encircled him, their Qi radiating like a blazing inferno, but there was no fear in his eyes. Only rage. The ground beneath his feet split apart as he surged forward, faster than their eyes could follow. His first strike hit the closest cultivator square in the chest. Bones shattered audibly, the man’s body folding in on itself before he was hurled across the field like a broken doll. The others hesitated for only a second before launching their counterattack. Qi blasts illuminated the battlefield, the air heavy with energy so potent it made the surrounding soldiers—cultivators and non-cultivators alike—falter. But Austin didn’t flinch. ---“Come on!” he roared, his voice booming like thunder. His figure blurred as he leapt into the fray, weaving
93 Revelation
The hospital room was deathly quiet. The faint hum of machines barely masked the steady tick of the wall clock. Lady Katerina lay on the hospital bed, her face pale but serene. The bandages on her chest hid the severity of the wound, but Austin knew better. He stood at her bedside, his broad shoulders rigid, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You asked to see me,” he said, his voice low, rough. He didn’t look at her face; he couldn’t. The woman who had been a pillar of strength for the Blake family now looked so fragile, her breaths shallow and strained. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her lips curved in a faint smile. “It’s time.” “Don’t say that,” he snapped, his tone harsher than intended. He turned to her finally, his eyes blazing with frustration and something deeper. “You’ll pull through. You always do.” Katerina’s smile widened, though it cost her. The pain etched in her features was evident. “Always so stubborn, Austin. But this... this is differ
92 Ambush
The battlefield was finally quiet, save for the groans of the wounded and the distant crackle of dying Qi flames. Victory hung heavy in the air, bitter and costly. Austin stood among the carnage, his blade still in hand, blood dripping onto the scorched earth. His chest heaved as he looked around, the faces of his allies weary but triumphant.“We did it,” Farhan said, his voice cutting through the haze. He clutched his side, blood seeping between his fingers, but his grin was defiant. “They’re finished. Their ninth-stage are gone. We’ve crushed them.”Austin nodded, his jaw tight. “This was just the beginning.”The words barely left his mouth when a piercing scream shattered the fragile calm. His head snapped toward the source, his heart dropping into his stomach. It was Katerina.---Lady Katerina stood at the command post, her focus on relaying orders to secure the retreating enemy lines. She barely saw the shadow until it was too late. A sharp pain exploded in her chest, and she st
