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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
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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
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 42
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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The air was thick.A wave of bodies surged in, black-clad enforcers flooding the room until not a single inch of space was left unguarded.Everywhere Ethan looked—bulging muscles, stone-cold stares, and combat uniforms that shimmered under the lights like armor.Their machetes and steel pipes clanged together with a chilling metallic rhythm, echoing like war drums.Easily over a hundred men—and more footsteps were still coming from the hallway.Mr. Vulture stood dead center in the chaos, grinning wide, his mouth full of gold teeth gleaming like trophies.“I heard you’re some kind of badass?” His voice was full of cruel amusement. “So what if you can take out ten, twenty guys?”He swept a hand behind him. “I got two hundred brothers right here tonight. Let’s see how long you last.”Ethan didn’t flinch.He stood still, eyes like cold steel scanning every inch of the room.His knuckles turned white—shoulders coiled tight, like a predator just before the pounce.But his face? Calm. Not a
The Ultimate Hidden Tycoon Chapter 45
“Well, perfect then.”William sneered coldly, gun still locked on target. “I’ve been meaning to meet them. Tell you what—even if the boss of Black Jack showed up right now, you’re still letting them go.”Vulture’s face turned sheet white.He’d thrown out that name to intimidate—at least slow the other man down.Instead, it had no more effect than a breeze.“Good. Great!” Vulture snarled, his voice cracking. “Then I’ll make sure they hear about this!”The Black Jack—an infamous global syndicate, known for its ruthless methods and massive reach.But behind Brightstar Corporation stood something just as terrifying—The Shadow.Those two titans had been circling each other for years. And if this kicked off a war, the entire underground world would drown in blood.Was this it? Was this how it started?Vulture’s pulse thundered in his ears.But William was done with the theatrics.“Cut the crap.” His finger curled around the trigger. “Let. Them. Go.”Vulture’s pupils shrank to pinpoints. He
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Ethan took a deep breath and turned back toward the towering Nestie building.William’s parting words still echoed in his ears:“Mr. Parker was ready to deploy The Shadow directly… but you insisted on me. He figured you had your reasons. So here I am—alone.”Ethan had only nodded at the time.He chose William for a reason. The man carried enough weight to make Vulture hesitate—but not enough to blow the whole thing sky-high.But now?Now Ethan realized this place—this filthy hive of scum—deserved to burn in The Shadow’s full fury.Still… some debts had to be settled personally.His knuckles cracked like gunshots in the night.He hadn’t left earlier because he was scared—he left because Katherine was still in danger. Now that she was safe?He had nothing holding him back.Without hesitation, Ethan strode toward the building.The glass doors mirrored the sharp, angular cut of his jaw, eyes like sharpened obsidian.The doorman barely had time to blink before Ethan slammed into the entran
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The last few thugs in the room were curled up in the corners, shaking uncontrollably.They didn’t even dare to breathe, watching Ethan walk toward them like the Grim Reaper himself.But not a single one had the guts to run.“D-Don’t you know who the hell backs me?!”Vulture was still slumped on the floor, face soaked in blood, but clinging to his last shred of bravado.He spat out a mouthful of red and roared hoarsely,“That’s The Black Jack! The kingpin of the entire underground network!”“You kill me today, and Night Owl will tear you apart piece by f*cking piece!”His voice trembled, but the madness in his eyes only grew darker.Cornered and bleeding out, Vulture had only one card left to play—His connections.He was gambling on fear. Hoping his backers were enough to make this walking nightmare hesitate.A dying beast, thrashing blindly in its final moments.But Ethan just looked down at him—expressionless, detached—like watching a bug struggle underfoot.“That… was your last wor
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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
Chapter 54
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
Chapter 53
“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
