The Discreet Billionaire.

Chapter 121: The Target.

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Carl–

The sound of his alarmed nearly fractured his ear drums. His sleepy eyes awakened halfway and he tilted his head around towards the direction of the alarm sound while still laying on his bed.

No, his head felt tied strongly on the bed. He was still deeply drowsed in his sleep, unable to overcome it.

What has he been doing throughout the night?

Shit! He exclaimed when the alarm sounded again. He jolted like he absorbed an electric shock right into his ears.

"Jeez, it's too loud god-damnit! " He complained with a tensed expression as he tried to reached for the alarmed to turn it off.

It seems he forgot that he is not sleeping on his coxy bed in the Chavez mansion. There inside his bedroom, at the left side of the bed was always a very sparkling alarm clock that tickles away sleep from his eyes every morning.

Immediately after the second buzzing from the alarm, 70 percent of the mist in his eyes cleared off. A quake to reality occurred and he found his phone jus