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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Father and daughter
Mr. Damien sat down on the couch beside her. He exhaled sharply before leaning forward, picking up a glass of whiskey. He moved the glass closer to his lips and took a sip."I couldn't sleep," he muttered, taking another sip."Why not?" Mia lowered her phone and asked, a slight look of puzzlement crossing her face."How can I sleep when my only chance of winning the test has been stolen from me?" Mr. Damien stated, grabbing the bottle and pouring more whiskey into his glass."You're talking about the auction earlier? The rocket engine that was bought by Zed Zimmerman?" Mia inquired, raising an eyebrow."Yes. That rocket engine was my only hope of winning. And now, it’s gone. And on top of it all, it was bought by the same man I threw out like trash." Mr. Damien’s grip on the glass tightened slightly as he spoke. "If it had been a CEO from a different company who bought it, getting it back wouldn’t have been too difficult. But it’s Zed—the same man we betrayed."He let out a deep sigh
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Plot
"Is there any way I can help?" Mia inquired, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.Mr. Damien sipped his whiskey, exhaled deeply, and then leaned back against the couch. His expression was grim, his eyes distant as he formulated his response."Like I said earlier, if Zed succeeds, the Campbell family will become useless to us. We are already losing," he muttered, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. "And the only way to stop losing… is to join the winning team."Mia frowned, tilting her head slightly. "What are you talking about?" she asked, a puzzled expression crossing her delicate features.Mr. Damien leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze locked onto hers, cold and calculating. "If you can manage to win Zed’s heart back and marry him… our families will be connected. We will become one." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before continuing, "And when we are one, we will enjoy all the benefits he gets from the government af
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Multiple requests
Two weeks had passed since the intense fight against the thieves, and so far, Zed hadn’t encountered any more trouble. These past few weeks had been quite busy for him. He spent almost every day at the company, dedicating his time and expertise to an ambitious project. Even though Zed had several skilled workers handling different aspects of vehicle production, he still made it a priority to be present, assisting them in constructing a vehicle that would surpass the speed of the fastest car in the world.The reason Zed actively participated in the project rather than leaving everything to his employees was simple—his skills. Unlike the average engineer or entrepreneur, Zed possessed two unique abilities that set him apart in his field. One skill allowed him to detect any flaws or errors in a machine, no matter how minuscule. The other gave him an almost supernatural proficiency in constructing and assembling machinery with unparalleled precision.So far, Zed had been relying heavily o
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest An invitation
"Zed’s expression darkened slightly as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “That’s… unusual.”“Yes, sir. Unlike the others who were straightforward with their demands, the Anderson Group gave no details about what they wanted,” Sarah elaborated. “They only emphasized that the meeting would be in our best interest.”Zed remained silent for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as he weighed the situation. The vehicle orders were already overwhelming, considering that over 200 cars were now in demand. Fulfilling such a massive order meant pausing his work on the fastest car project, at least temporarily.It had only been a few weeks since he started developing the speed prototype, and he had already spent millions of dollars on research and development. If he halted progress now, the delay could stretch for months, and by the time he resumed, he might need to invest billions more just to get back on track.On the other hand, rejecting these dealersh
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Are you sure?
"A-Are you sure?" Zed stuttered, struggling to process what he had just heard.[100% sure. I am a wealth system, and my goal is to ensure that you become the most powerful and successful individual in the world. To achieve that, I analyze everything—economy, politics, currency fluctuations, weather patterns, and most importantly, the people above you. I possess detailed information about every individual in this city, including how they acquire every single penny they own. With that knowledge, I can help you surpass them.]Zed hesitated before asking, "So you mean… you know every detail about every single person in this city?"[Yes. For example, the woman who just left your office, Sarah—she doesn’t rely solely on the salary you pay her. Every month, when calculating the company’s profits, she siphons off an additional $50,000 for herself.][One of your employees, Jack, steals spare parts from your company and sells them to competitors. Last month alone, he made $450,000 from stolen g
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Anderson group's estate
Zed rose from his seat after delivering his response, smoothing out the creases on his suit with both hands. With a subtle exhale, he turned and walked toward the exit. Reaching the heavy wooden door, he grasped the handle, pulled it open, and stepped outside into the warm daylight. He made his way down the steps with purpose, his polished shoes clicking faintly against the stone floor. As he crossed the compound, he moved briskly toward his car parked a few meters away. Without hesitation, he opened the door and slipped into the plush leather interior.He sat there in silence for a moment, letting the weight of his thoughts settle over him. His hands rested on the steering wheel, fingers tightening unconsciously. Then he exhaled sharply, inserted the key, and started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the silence, and without further delay, Zed drove off.Inside the car, the atmosphere felt thick with tension. His right hand gripped the wheel firmly, his knuckles slightly pale
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A trick?
The entrance door of the mansion slid open with a smooth mechanical hiss, and a man emerged from within. He appeared to be in his late fifties, clad in an eye-catching golden suit that shimmered subtly under the sunlight. His matching golden trousers complemented his commanding presence. Walking beside him was a woman in her early thirties, adorned in an elegant sapphire-blue gown. The dress swept the polished floor with a soft whisper as she moved gracefully, her posture regal and confident.These two were not ordinary people. They were the infamous heads of the Anderson Group—the kingpins behind the curtain. Mr. Domenico Anderson, the enigmatic leader whose name evoked fear and respect in equal measure, and his wife, Mrs. Sabrina Anderson, a woman as graceful as she was calculating.Zed immediately straightened his posture as they made their way toward him. His heart thudded once, a little too loud in his chest, but he managed to keep his expression composed. He forced his nerves to
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A ship
[I know what you're thinking. Don't fall for it. It's all an act to make you believe he's a good guy.] the system warned, snapping Zed out of his train of thoughts.Once the man had exited the room, Mr. Domenico shifted his gaze back to Zed with a faint smile on his face."I'm sure you're surprised," he began, his voice calm and steady, "because most wealthy men treat their workers like dirt. But I'm not like them. Here, we treat everyone equally. I love my workers the same way I love my children, and I treat them all with the respect they deserve."Zed nodded slightly, though his features remained unreadable. “I see. That’s very kind of you,” he remarked, the glass of wine still held untouched in his hand.“I noticed you haven’t taken a sip,” Mrs. Sabrina spoke up, her voice soft, yet observant. Her eyes briefly scanned his expression. “Is something wrong? You don’t like red wine?”“Ah, no…” Zed muttered, momentarily dropping his gaze to the deep crimson liquid swirling in the glass.
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Agreement
Mrs. Josephine's smile widened, her confidence unshakable."Because he is different from the rest," she declared, her tone brooking no argument. "He's not here for an interview. He's here because I want to convince him to work with me."Lisa gave another respectful nod before slipping quietly out of the room to deliver the instructions.Moments later, the door opened again, and Zed Zimmerman entered the VIP lounge. His calm, assured presence filled the room instantly. Mrs. Josephine welcomed him with a radiant smile, motioning for him to take a seat opposite her at the table. She offered him a drink, which he politely declined after a short conversation, and then they swiftly moved on to the real reason for their meeting.Mrs. Josephine didn't waste time.She laid out her proposal clearly and confidently — she was willing to invest a staggering sum of $25,000,000 into Zed's company. In return, she requested a percentage of ownership, a move that would allow his firm to expand rapidly:
Personally
"I know who he is," Zed finally said, his voice low and even."I know exactly who he is. And I know he's a Warlord."Nick blinked, stunned by how calm Zed remained."Look," Nick growled, lowering his voice slightly but not his intensity, "I don't know why you did what you did, and frankly, I don't care.All I know is that we—Mia and I—never asked for your help.Mia didn't ask you to help her, and neither did I.You did this all on your own.So if Salazar comes for blood—and he will—you’re on your own.We won't get dragged down with you.""I know that," Zed replied coldly."I’ll take responsibility for my own actions. I won’t drag anyone else into this."Nick stared at him, disbelief and anger battling for dominance on his face.What’s wrong with this guy? he thought. Why is he so damn calm? Does he even understand the kind of monster he just poked?"It’s clear you don’t know what kind of mess you’re in," Nick hissed bitterly."You have no idea what a Warlord can do—that’s the only rea
Skill effect
The muscular men lay sprawled across the polished concrete floor, their heavy frames motionless and battered. Their faces, once filled with bravado, were now bright red and disfigured with bruises. Blood trickled steadily from their mouths and broken noses, forming small dark puddles beneath their heads.Zed stood over them like a grim executioner, his fists still clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. His chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, his sharp gaze fixated coldly on the defeated men.'I did improve after the skill leveled up,' Zed mused internally, the thought flashing through his mind like lightning.He knew without a doubt: if his martial arts skill hadn’t leveled up, this outcome would have been far less clean.He might still have scraped out a victory, sure—but it would have been ugly. It would have taken time, and the cost would have been steep: cuts, bruises, broken bones, perhaps even worse.But now, with the skill upgraded to Level 2, eve
Back for revenge
The hall fell into a heavy, awkward silence. For a few moments, no one moved. Then, slowly, everyone began to resume what they were doing before the commotion. Some sipped their wine and resumed quiet conversations with their business partners, while others, curiosity gleaming in their eyes, made their way toward Zed.Zed inwardly cursed. He had wanted to keep a low profile tonight—to avoid any unnecessary attention—but his actions had just painted a giant target on his back. Now, everyone in the hall knew exactly who he was.Businessmen and women surrounded him, bombarding him with a barrage of questions about his company. They asked how Platinum Industries had managed to create and distribute such an astonishing number of vehicles to various dealerships in such a short time. They demanded to know how many employees worked under him, how much he made in a year, and if the rumors about his recent acquisition of a rocket engine were true. Some even boldly asked whether he had made any
Why did he help you?
Zed stood there like an immovable statue, composed and indifferent. Slowly, he withdrew his right hand, slipping it back into the safety of his pocket as if nothing had happened.He cast a cold, emotionless glance at Derrick, who lay several feet away, groaning pitifully and clutching his bleeding face.Zed watched him for a few moments, his face betraying no emotion whatsoever, before turning away nonchalantly and strolling back to his seat.He sat down smoothly, leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms across his chest.Mia remained rooted to the spot, stunned into silence. Her mind whirled with chaotic thoughts, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.Why?Why had Zed intervened for her?Of all people, Zed was the last person she thought would come to her rescue. She had treated him like garbage, mocked him, humiliated him, and even stood silently when her father robbed him of everything he had worked for.And yet... he had still stepped forward.He had still defended her
Untouchable
All heads in the hall turned sharply at the sound of the man's voice, and when their gazes landed on him, their eyes widened slightly in surprise.It was Zed Zimmerman."Who's that man?" a woman among the crowd asked, craning her neck for a better look. "Wait, isn't that Mr. Zimmerman?""Mr. Zimmerman? Yes, it’s really him. The owner of Platinum Industries!" another voice chimed in, excitement tingling in her tone."I’ve always dreamed of meeting this man. I had no idea he would be in the same room as me," a younger lady added, her voice filled with awe."Oh my God, he's so handsome and charming," another woman gushed, her cheeks flushing slightly.The crowd immediately began to murmur among themselves, their eyes glued onto Zed with a mix of admiration, curiosity, and even a touch of envy.Derrick glared at Zed, scanning him from head to toe. His face twisted in recognition, and a scowl formed instantly."You... I know you. You’re that man from the club yesterday," Derrick blurted ou
Let her go!
Nick’s face was now bright red, and blood trickled steadily from his nose. The security men posted throughout the hall glanced nervously at each other—but not a single one dared to intervene. Not after discovering who Derrick truly was.Nick Campbell raised a trembling hand and wiped the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his suit. The gesture was slow, deliberate—an attempt to maintain dignity, though it was slipping fast. He took a few steps forward, his legs slightly unsteady, and came to a halt right in front of Derrick.“I’m getting bored already,” Derrick muttered, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers like a man unsatisfied with his toy. “Slapping you is making me thirsty. I need a drink.”A waiter, standing by the entrance with a silver tray bearing three bottles of champagne and an array of crystal glasses, instinctively began moving toward them upon hearing those words.“Stay right where you are,” Derrick commanded, lifting his hand without turning to look. The w
It's too late to regret
Hearing the words of the man, the whole crowd let out a collective gasp, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief.Nick’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in pure terror. His heart pounded violently in his chest, the rhythm loud in his ears, and cold sweat trickled steadily down his face, soaking the collar of his once-pristine suit.“W-What… what did you just say?” Nick stuttered, barely able to form the words.“That’s right,” Derrick spoke up, staggering forward with blood still dripping from his nose, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “My father is Salazar McCall.”A hush fell over the crowd, heavier than silence. Even those unfamiliar with high-level crime could feel the shift in the air.“I guess now you know who he is,” Derrick continued, his voice laced with satisfaction. “And you look terrified. Seems like you know exactly what he’s capable of.”Nick instinctively took a single step backward. His thousand-dollar suit was now drenched with sweat, the expensive fabric clingi
You should be afraid
The impact was devastating. The single punch lifted Derrick McCall clean off the floor and hurled him several meters backward. He crashed violently into a table, splintering it on impact, before landing heavily on the ground. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he clutched his right side in pain, writhing slightly before beginning to push himself up. His once-pristine suit was now smeared with dust, and his face bore streaks of dirt and embarrassment.His face burned a furious red, not just from the physical blow but from the sheer humiliation. Rage boiled in his veins as he shifted his bloodshot gaze toward Nick Campbell, who stood several feet away, unwavering.Every head in the room turned in the direction of the commotion. Expressions varied from wide-eyed shock to visible disgust.How could a fight break out here, and at such a critical moment?This wasn't some dingy bar or underground ring. They were gathered in a luxurious hall to secure a monumental business deal with none ot
