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