The Poor Billionaire's Revenge.

Chapter 75

The moon hung low in the crisp, star-studded sky as a biting wind whispered through skeletal branches. Frost adorned every surface, turning the world into a glistening, silver dreamscape. The air was so still that each breath hung in the thick darkness, visible in fragile clouds.

Maxwell's thuds echoed into the darkness beyond. The streetlights lined the center slab of the lonely motorway, casting long, warp shadows on the hard ground, and the only sounds were the distant hoots of an owl and the crunch of footsteps on the icy pavement.

Maxwell walked home alone in the dimly lit night, the echo of his footsteps mingling with the distant city sounds.

Unbeknownst to him, a menacing gang lurked in the shadows, their intentions dark.

Suddenly, a black car surrounded Maxwell with malicious intent. Taunts and threats filled the air as the men closed in on him, their faces obscured by the dim streetlights. But he knew who they were.

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