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The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 36
“Now… are you ready to kneel and apologize?”Ethan’s voice echoed through the room like a cold blade drawn in silence.Dead quiet.No one moved. Their pupils dilated in disbelief, locked on the scene in front of them.Fist Jack—the Fist Jack—was lying on the ground like a dead dog, blood pouring down his forehead. And the man who dropped him? Just some guy in a rain-soaked shirt.Katherine was the first to snap out of it, eyes full of panic as she stared at Ethan.“B-Boss?!”The tattooed thugs around them all sucked in a breath at the same time.They’d seen Fist Jack pummel pro fighters into the ER… but one hit? One hit and he was bleeding?The goons swarmed. One helped Fist Jack up. The others reached for weapons. Switchblades snapped open, glinting in the low light.“What the fuck are you waiting for?!”Fist Jack roared, face twisted in rage and pain. “If he walks outta here alive, you’re all going into the Hudson tonight—feet first!”“Kill him!”A bald brute lunged first, smashing
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 37
Ethan slowly raised his combat boot, aiming it dead at Fist Jack’s last good hand. His eyes burned with cold, unfiltered murder."Don’t you f***ing dare!"Fist Jack finally lost his nerve, his voice breaking into a shrill roar. "Do you even know who my boss is?!"Ethan paused, his foot freezing midair. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips."Yeah? Try me."“Mr. Vulture!”Fist Jack bellowed, eyes bloodshot with desperation.“You dumb bastard! You’ve got no idea what kind of fire you just lit? I’m Brick Vultures!”“You really think you can act tough in this town and not pay the price?!”The moment that name left his mouth, the whole room seemed to freeze.Mr. Vulture.The leader of the Brick Vultures.The man who owned Atlantis City’s underworld like it was his backyard.Just the whisper of his name could silence a room, shake the ground, even make entire gangs vanish overnight. Rumor had it, last month a rival boss merely insulted him—next day, his body was found bloated a
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 38
Madeline crawled to Fist Jack, knees scraping against the concrete. Her perfectly styled hair clung to her sweat-soaked face in messy strands.She reached out a trembling hand, long red nails shaking in the air, afraid to touch him, but more afraid not to.“Fist Jack… this isn’t on me… it was that loser, I swear…”SMACK!Fist Jack slapped her across the face with his mangled arm.Her flawless cheek instantly bloomed with five raw, red welts.“Whore!”He spat blood in her direction, his twisted face barely human under the flickering light.“None of you are walking out of here alive tonight.”The air in the room turned to ice.Everyone froze.One guy pissed himself, the smell of ammonia quickly spreading in the sealed VIP suite.No one moved. No one spoke.Except Ethan.He stood tall—stone-faced and steady, like a blade waiting to be drawn.Casually, he rolled his wrists.Each pop of his knuckles echoed like warning shots in a tomb.“Didn’t get beat enough the first time?”His voice was
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 39
The stench of blood was thick in the air. The pool spreading from Fist Jack’s ruined groin soaked deep into the carpet, like a nightmare seeping into reality.No one moved.It was as if time itself had frozen. Everyone stood rooted in place, faces pale, eyes wide with horror.They couldn’t believe it.Ethan had actually done it.One punch—just one—and he’d ended Fist Jack’s bloodline for good.“Th-this…”One of Fist Jack’s flunkies, a skinny blond kid, trembled so hard his knees knocked. At some point, he’d pissed himself. His pants were soaked.This was Fist Jack, damn it!Mr. Vulture’s right-hand man. Practically raised by the guy. The kind of person who couldn’t lose a single strand of hair without someone paying the price—let alone getting his junk turned into ground beef.There was no question—Ethan had just declared war. Mr. Vulture’s revenge would be brutal, relentless… and soon.“You’re insane!”Madeline’s voice shook. Her whole body did too.“Do you have any idea what you’ve
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 40
The room was a wreck.Fist Jack lay in a pool of blood like a neutered stray, twitching slightly. His custom-tailored pants were soaked through with gore, the mess between his legs barely resembling anything human anymore.A few tattooed thugs gathered around, but none of them dared look too closely at the ruined wreck of their boss’s manhood.“B-Boss…” The blonde one swallowed hard. His hand shook as he reached out to check Jack’s breathing. A faint wisp of warmth met his fingertips, and he exhaled in relief. “He—he’s still alive…”“The hell are you all standing around for?!”The bald brute snapped. He kicked a coffee table across the room, glass exploding like shrapnel. Everyone jumped.“Hospital. Now!”That snapped them out of it. Chaos erupted as they scrambled to lift the unconscious Jack. One guy ripped off his sweat-stained leather jacket to cover the mangled flesh. Another fumbled for his phone, hands trembling so badly he entered the emergency number wrong three times.“C-Cal
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 41
Jack was his blood son.Something no one outside the inner circle had ever been told.But now, it wouldn’t matter.Because Jack… was finished.“Speak,” he barked, snapping his head around to the trembling guards. “What the hell happened? Who did this?!”One guard stepped up, face pale, voice trembling. He explained what happened in as few words as possible.Mr. Vulture’s fury erupted.He slapped the man so hard, his head snapped sideways like it might fly off. Then he turned and backhanded the others—one by one.“All of you. Useless. Ten men and not one of you could stop him?!”The guards stayed silent, heads bowed, faces burning.“Don’t just stand there!” Mr. Vulture roared. “Mobilize every man we’ve got. I want that son of a bitch found.”“I don’t care who he is. I don’t care where he runs. If he breathes, I want his head on a f***ing spike!”In the corner office of B. Blaire Corporation, Kathrine stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, coffee cup trembling slightly in her hand. The d
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If drinking was the price of Ethan’s life—so be it.She took a deep breath, tipped it back, and started chugging.A third of the way through, she broke into a coughing fit, face flushing red. She forced herself to keep going. Two-thirds down, her vision was already starting to blur. Her stomach churned, and her head spun like a carousel from hell.She gasped for air—then downed the rest.Done.Kathrine set the bottle down, gripping the table to steady herself. Her legs felt like rubber.“Mr. Vulture… satisfied now?” she asked, voice unsteady.He grinned. A slow, twisted smirk.“Well now… you’ve got guts. I’ll give you that.”Then his eyes darkened, like a predator about to pounce.“If you’re really serious… then take off your clothes.”“Hm?”Kathrine’s eyes narrowed. “Mr. Vulture… what exactly do you mean by that?”The man grinned like a hyena, showing off gold-plated canines as his stubby fingers drummed against the leather armrest. His greasy eyes slithered across her figure, und
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 43
Inside the Nestie.Katherine gritted her teeth and forced herself upright.The drugged whiskey had her vision swimming, and the mirrored ceiling above reflected her disheveled blouse, her body limp, vulnerable.The worst part is... Her phone and bag were confiscated the second she walked in.No way to call for help. No backup.Think, Katherine. Think!Her hand shot out, fumbling across the table until she gripped a letter opener—cold, sharp, her only lifeline.But then she caught a movement in the mirror—The door was opening."You still got your clothes on?"Mr. Vulture stepped in, wrapped in a bathrobe, wet chest hair matted with suds.He tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed. Metal chains clinked around his waist like sick jewelry."You really want me to do it the hard way?"His eyes roamed her like a butcher eyeing prime meat.In his mind, Katherine was nothing more than a ripe, juicy peach—soft, fragrant, his for the taking.He could already taste her.Katherine bit down hard on h
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For a second, something shifted. Alateriel’s voice—usually like untouched snow—cracked with the barest hint of emotion. Bitterness. Like a glacier starting to split.Ethan didn’t respond. The only sound in the room was the faint graze of his thumb tracing the edge of the phone, over and over.“I’ve looked for you, Ethan… for seven years,” she whispered, her voice softening—melting like the first drip of spring snow.He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Is that so?”“Ethan… I’ll be in Atlantis tomorrow. Can we meet? Just once?”Her voice was barely a whisper, a feather falling through silence.Ethan’s response cut like glass.“Miss Alateriel, you’re the crown jewel of the Dunphy dynasty now. Me? I’m just the washed-up heir of a forgotten family. I’d hate to taint your vision with my presence.”His words carried a cruel edge—sarcasm, self-loathing, and something darker buried underneath.He didn’t want to revisit the past. Not anymore.“Ethan, did you hear about—”“No need.”He cut her off, tone laced
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The dim room was still—until Katherine's text tone pierced through the silence.Ethan glanced down at the screen. The glow lit up his face, and as he swiped to unlock, his brows instinctively furrowed.“Ethan, did you hear? Alateriel is coming to Atlantis City!”Alateriel?Ethan’s thumb froze mid-air. A dull throb pulsed at his temples.What the hell is going on today? Why is everyone suddenly bringing up that name?He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then typed back:“I heard. You seem really excited about her?”The reply came almost instantly:“Of course! Alateriel Dunphy is basically the capital’s goddess! I’m heading to the airport to see her in person!”“So much has happened lately… I need something fun to look forward to.”Ethan stared at that exclamation mark—somehow, he could see Katherine smiling through the screen.He hesitated, then hit Call.“Ethan?”Her soft voice drifted through, along with the faint rustle of magazine pages in the background.“You’re really that eager to
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“Vulture was able to operate without fear,” Robert’s voice was low, every word dripping with weight, “because he had The Black Jack backing him.”“What? The Black Jack?!”Madeline’s eyes went wide in disbelief. She looked like she’d just seen a ghost.Everyone knew the truth—The Black Jack ruled this city.In this town, it wasn’t Vulture who was the true power player. He was just a pawn in a much bigger game. The Black Jack? That was the shadow ruler pulling the strings, the one who controlled the city’s heartbeat.The power The Black Jack wielded was untouchable.In business, politics, the military—The Black Jack had influence everywhere.If you crossed him? It was worse than death itself.“Robert, you can’t be telling me that The Black Jack is involved in this too, right?” Madeline swallowed hard, panic creeping into her voice.“It’s hard to say,” Robert muttered as he stood up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains shut with a snap. In the dim light, the veins on his forehea
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Elijah—the man who ran The Black Jack syndicate in Atlantis City—stirred his coffee slowly.The silver spoon tapping gently against the fine bone china cup with a crisp, delicate clink.Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, landing on his manicured hands. The gleam on his nails was cold, sharp—like polished steel under a surgeon’s scalpel.Across from him, the old man known only as The Night Owl sat as calm as a still lake. His thin, wrinkled fingers methodically dropped sugar cubes into his black tea, each movement steady, almost ritualistic.“Mr. Elijah, about the shipment from Colombia—”But The Night Owl was cut off mid-sentence.A massive bodyguard—easily pushing six-foot-six—strode up, leaned down, and whispered urgently into Elijah’s ear. His breath brushed warm against Elijah’s skin.“What?”Elijah’s voice cracked through the quiet like a whip. “Vulture’s dead?”The spoon slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the saucer with a metallic clang. Black coffee
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“What did you just say?”Noah’s smile froze. For a second, he thought he must’ve misheard.“I said, I have zero interest in a company that's about to go bankrupt,” Ethan repeated calmly.“Bankrupt?”The word hung in the air like a thunderclap. Everyone froze, struggling to process what they just heard.“You’re full of it!”Noah jolted upright, his voice rising in panic. “Hudson Pharmaceuticals is raking in money! We’re thriving! Why the hell would we go bankrupt? Quit fear-mongering!”Ethan leaned back, voice cool and steady. “Whether I’m fear-mongering or not, you know better than anyone. I just got word—Hudson Pharmaceuticals has been completely shut down for selling counterfeit meds. It’s only a matter of time before the bankruptcy paperwork hits.”“Fake meds? Shut down?”Everyone turned, stunned, their eyes locking onto Noah.“Bullshit! That’s complete bullshit!” Noah snapped. “Ethan, you better shut your damn mouth. Hudson runs a clean business! We play by the rules! One more word
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And Lewis Parker, of all people, in that photo?Yeah right. Had to be fake.Sarah let out a cold laugh. “You? Know Lewis freaking Parker? Come on. A guy like you probably can’t even spell sommelier.”She crossed her arms, chin raised in disdain. “Let’s be real—you probably stole that wine.”“Exactly!” Luke jumped in, eyes lighting up like he just cracked the case. “No way you could afford something like that. You swiped it, didn’t you?”Noah’s face lit up with smug satisfaction, like a cat who’d cornered a mouse.“That makes perfect sense,” he sneered. “Of all the things to steal, you went and grabbed a $3.4 million bottle? You realize if the owner presses charges, you’re looking at ten years minimum behind bars?”In Noah’s mind, this was checkmate. No way someone like Ethan could ever own something that valuable.Ethan didn’t flinch. He just set his napkin down, the soft rustle of fabric against wood loud in the sudden tension.First, they said his wine was cheap.Then they claimed it
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“Bullshit!”Luke slammed his hand on the table, rattling the silverware. “What the hell does a broke loser like you know about fine wine? Noah could’ve brought any bottle and—”“It’s a 1985 Romanée-Conti,” Ethan interrupted coolly, tapping the bottle with a knuckle. “Market price? Around eighty grand. But…”His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.“It’s nowhere near the value of what I brought.”The room went dead silent for a beat—then erupted in disbelief.“Ha! Hahahaha!” Sarah doubled over with a shrill, mocking laugh. “You’re saying Noah’s wine is worth less than whatever crap you brought in that discount crate? You must’ve lost your damn mind!”Luke joined in, pounding the table in hysterics. “Kid, if you’re gonna lie, at least try to make it believable! Do you even know what a Romanée-Conti is? You brought two label-less bottles like some back-alley bargain bin junk and want to compare that to Noah’s?”Noah leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass with a smirk. “Kat, your
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Katherine froze, caught off guard by Ethan speaking up first.She instinctively glanced at Noah—who was already watching Ethan like a bored king eyeing a peasant, his lips curled in mocking amusement.“Introduce me?” Noah set his teacup down with exaggerated grace, voice soaked in sarcasm. “Kat, your boyfriend doesn’t even know who I am?”Katherine bit her lip, about to respond—But Sarah couldn’t hold it in any longer.“Noah is the heir to the Hudson Group! His family’s worth billions! A guy like you—unemployed and broke—you probably haven’t even heard of Hudson, have you?”Ethan smiled faintly, but his eyes cooled.Hudson Group?The same Hudson known for shady pharma deals and lawsuits? The one circling the drain financially?Of course.He gave Noah a neutral glance. The guy was fussing with his cufflinks, flashing that overpriced Patek under the chandelier like it meant something.“Oh,” Ethan said, voice flat as a blade. “Hudson Group, huh? Heard of it.”Like he was just checking a bo
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Ethan pulled two bottles of vintage wine from the trunk, the dark glass gleaming blood-red under the sunlight.A gift, of sorts.Lewis Parker had all but shoved them into his hands a few days ago—1982 Lafite, six figures a bottle. Might as well make good use of them.He gave the bottles a quick toss in his hand, then followed Katherine up the path to the front door of the Blair family estate.In front of the villa, Katherine’s fingers were clamped tight around the strap of her handbag. She glanced sideways at him, eyes full of quiet tension.“Ethan… just a heads-up. My family might not be exactly... welcoming.”Ethan gave a half-smile, completely unbothered. He reached out and gently patted her shoulder.The simple touch eased some of the tension from her posture.She took a breath and punched in the door code.Beep.The gate clicked open.“Kat! Finally, you show up!”A sharp, high-pitched voice exploded before they’d even stepped inside.A middle-aged woman stormed toward them, floral
