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The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 85
The day had finally come. Maxwell had his bag packed. Dressed in an all-black leather outfit. He walked into his room again and stared at the mirror. Nothing was going to let him come back without taking down Damien and his entire family.With his smartwatch on his wrist and the airpods in his ears, there was no need to mask his face against his parents' killer.A tight knot squeezed in his stomach—a taste for blood and revenge. Damien must submit to him, whether he is dead or alive. He didn't care about the rest of the team. Mancho and his boys would handle them fairly. Damien would go down first with kicks, and then the bullet would do the final job."C'mon, Max, we have no time." Zanders' voice rang from the corridor, and then he tapped on his door."I will be out for a minute." Max called out. Patting his chest a few times, he took a deep breath and searched the room for his bag. He had laid it on the bed and covered it with the comforter."What the fuck?" He mouthed, but then his
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 86
I stood, inhaling every breath that wafted past my nostrils. I took a deep breath and shook my head."C'mon, man, get yourself together." Zander said, patting Maxwell on the back. Max grabbed his glasses and headed out.The trucks were set. Two were loaded with guns. The men called in to make sure we were on the right track.Carlos knows the city; his men are everywhere. We walked out of the building and hopped into the trucks. Mancho was rougher with the truck than the Bentley we had used some days ago. He galloped in and out of the rocky road. In about forty-five minutes, we drove to the house Zander had shown me in the photograph.I smiled. An old car stood messily in front of the building. We got straight into the house and surveyed the place. Zander burst the door open with one jab. We trooped in. Searching the entire house, from the sitting room down to the rooms upstairs. But we didn't find anything."He's smart, huh?" Zander said he adjusted his hat and called on us to follow
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 87
"Zander," the voice came booming with shock."Surprised huh?"."Well, put down your weapon so we can have a peaceful talk. Heart to heart, or what do you think, Damien?" Zander asked in a sarcastic tone. Damien had blood staining on his grey shirt. He still had his gun pointed out towards Zander and his men."He's proving stubborn as usual; take him out." Ordered in a blink. Maxwell shot the guy Mancho had held captive for about fifteen minutes.The guy shouted and fell to the ground, the bullet sinking into his stomach."Maybe he will learn to cooperate." Zander commented. The other two men held their guns, pointing at Damien, but he still wouldn't relent.Mancho, the captain, join the others outside. We need more men around the house than in it.""Yes boss". They both answered in unison and left, heading straight for the lobby leading outside."Maybe he wants us to go the hard way," Zander said, pulling out his cigarette from his breast pocket. He lit it and placed it on his lip. Da
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 88
The morning Maxwell was to leave was the most emotional morning for Zander and Maxwell. Zander had come a few hours ago to check. He found Maxwell sleeping so much at peace. He quickly ordered his chef to make some food. A quick breakfast before he leaves would be just perfect.By the time Maxwell woke up, everything was set. He hurriedly took his bath and came downstairs to meet his uncle. What he needs to know about the family is all at his fingertips. He is even more grateful to Uncle Zander for helping him get through his most trying times.Having a famous supporter, as this was what he had always wished for, he couldn't ask for less. The timing was perfect. Grandpa knew what he was doing, coming to look for him just when he was grown and mature enough to carry out tasks without asking too many questions."Breakfast is served." The chef announced. A mid-aged woman, her bronze hair stood out on one side of the bonnet. She tucked it in and smiled at him.Maxwell returned the smile.
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 89
"Kids?". Maxwell finally gathered the courage to ask. He continued to wipe the wine off his body."Yes, your own kids, or aren't you supposed to make kids?" Zander asked, staring from Maxwell to his father. He needed approval, an answer, or something.Maxwell swallowed hard. In his mind, he knows that was not part of the plan; that was not part of the bargain. His futile goal now is to protect Athena and make her family realize her worth and importance.Get his revenge on those he wants revenge on, and that's it. A life after should be more focused on work and making those around him happy. Athena was definitely one of those he wanted to see happy at all times. He has succeeded in getting one of his major problems solved. He didn't need to add a problem that was not on the list."Why is your face like that?" Grandpa asked Maxwell immediately, and he noticed his change in demeanor. Grandpa was fast and very observant; he could tell there was a problem with just two glances. Maxwell swa
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 90
Maxwell arrived at Grandpa's house earlier than we had planned. He has decided to discipline himself to walk strictly on time. Zander would be disappointed if, after all, he had warned me about arriving for meetings late, which fell on deaf ears.Maxwell hopped on the second bus to grandpa's city, which was just about thirty minutes away from the Fairmont mansion where he lived. When the maids met me at the door, they bowed to me and greeted me politely. I responded to the greeting and went straight in search of Grandad. Zander had returned to his home, and Mirabela was at work. And since I do not have a job yet, I volunteered to go with Grandpa to play his favorite game. I strolled up the stairs into Grandpa's large room. Grandpa was already dressed in his golf clothes. A face cap, a white shirt, and a pair of tan pants. "You look handsome grandpa." I teased a bit. Grandpa always had that smile on his face each time I teased him about his physical looks. "I was the finest amongst
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 91
Grandpa Wilmore meant every word he said to his friends. Maxwell marveled at how well he had played. He scored the highest point. Cheng and Leonardo had tried to place a bet on the game, but Grandpa Wilmore spoke against it. He didn't want them to lose all their fortune to him, as he had teased. Maxwell enjoyed the company of the old men. One day, he would be like Grandpa, with wealthy friends and a good family by his side. Wealth is indeed a very crucial aspect of man's existence. Within the few hours he spent with Grandpa Wilmore and his friends, Maxwell was able to learn a bit about investments. The men never stopped talking about the money they had invested in multibillion-dollar companies. At first, it seemed like a joke, but when he thought about those saved up for him in a card he was given months ago, he was convinced that these men could buy a nation with their wealth if they wanted. However, the one thing striking about them is their level of humility. With all the money
The Poor Billionaire's Revenge. Chapter 92
These past few days have been fun for Maxwell. For a second, he didn't think that he would want to leave his grandpa's house for anything. However, he had to go back to his old life, living with the Fairmonts with everyday problems.At the door, Athena welcomed him with a hug.She couldn't express how much she had missed his presence around the house. Of course he missed her too, but it's nothing compared to how much he was going to miss his grandpa and uncle Zander. He didn't have much of a chance to spend with Mirabella because she was always working, which made him feel lazy. If Mirabella could work so hard for such long hours despite all the money he has in her name, then he has to do more and better when he finally resumes his position. Grandpa had told him all he needed to know, but deep down in his heart, he was sure the Wilmores had another huge surprise for him."How was your day with your grandpa?" Athena asked. Max furrowed his brows, recalling that he had told her he was
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