Xavier's face turned dark, composure shattering. He jabbed a finger at Barry, his voice rising with every word. "You have such a big mouth for someone who doesn’t have shit to his name!" He stepping aggressively into Barry’s space. “If you’re so damn wealthy—wealthier than us—why don’t you prove it, Barry? Let’s see what you’ve got. Go ahead, impress us.”Barry chuckled, completely unfazed. "Unlike you, Xavier, I don’t go around flashing my net worth like it’s a party trick. I don’t need to prove anything.”That sent the room into an uproar.“Arrogant bastard!” Melanie spat.“Get lost already, nobody invited you!” Jason growled, his face red with fury."You’re just making noise,” Lukas added, waving Barry off like he was a street peddler. “Big mouth, zero value.”Barry just shrugged, his smile never fading. "I’m not leaving. This is my reunion too. But don’t worry—I won’t ruin your little VIP fantasy. You can keep this floor. I’d rather be downstairs with the real classmates anyway."

The rain had eased to a drizzle as Xavier drove through the dimly lit streets, his mind still seething with thoughts of revenge.He, replayed every humiliation, every loss, every smirk on Barry’s face. The more he thought about it, the more hatred and rage he felt towards Barry.As he approached an intersection, the traffic light turned red. He came to a stop and leaned back in his seat, his grip tightening around the wheel. The city lights bathed his car in a pale red hue.Suddenly, a knock on the window jolted him.Knock. Knock. Knock.Startled, Xavier turned to see a man standing just outside his door.The man was dressed in a long black overcoat, with a worn, wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face. His eyes were hidden in shadow. Only his grin was visible—white, sharp, and unsettling. "Who the hell are you?" Xavier snapped, rolling the window down just a crack. “I want to sell you something,” the man said smoothly, his voice silky with an eerie undertone. “I could smell y

Three Days Later, Barry stood on the docks, fishing rod in hand, his thoughts drifting to Sebastian. Beside him, Adam cast his line with the enthusiasm of a child. For the first time since its founding, the Sullivan Group had ground to a halt—production stalled, businesses paused. It was an unprecedented move, one that sent ripples through the industry. But Barry needed answers before he could resume operations. He couldn’t afford to play into his enemy’s hands any longer. Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the far end of the docks, waving casually. Barry’s heart leapt—Sebastian. A grin spread across his face as he quickly reeled in his line. "Adam, we’re heading back!" he called, already stepping into the boat. The engine roared to life as Barry sped toward shore, the wind whipping through his hair. As soon as they reached land, Adam rushed forward."Sebastian!" he cheered, throwing his arms around the butler. Sebastian effortlessly scooped him up, returning the g

Because Xavier hadn't built his new founded wealth himself, he now had to run an empire. And running an empire was no child's play: Meetings stacked upon meetings. Contracts demanded his signature. Demands from global stakeholders—it was too much. Trillions of dollars were flowing in and out of his accounts like waves crashing against a fragile boat. However, Xavier had never handled anything like it. He wasn’t trained for this level of wealth. Every day brought a new challenge, a new crisis, a new empire-threatening decision that he couldn't afford to get wrong.His inbox flooded with thousands of emails daily. His phone never stopped ringing. Before Xavier knew it, he had stopped sleeping. Meals were only eaten late at night. His office lights never went off.At first, he hired the best workers to handle the excess load but it was never enough. That wasn't the worse part.Whenever he tried to shut his eyes to sleep, the demon would appears beside his bed, barking orders wi

In a hidden chamber somewhere, the most powerful figures in the world gathered together for a meeting. They were The Order.They all sat on the twelve seats, shaped like thrones circled around a black round table. Each member wore an animal mask to hide his or her identity.At the center of the table, a gaunt man in an ash-grey robe spoke first. "Brothers, I believe we all know why we are gathered here tonight. We are here to discuss about Barry Sullivan."A still silence passed before he continued. "We should never have allowed Barry to rise. He wasn't meant to go this far. Now, he stands above us all. He controls the flow of money and all the resources in this world. He has made us obsolete." Murmurs flared across the table.Another man wearing the mask of a Rhino slammed a fist on the table. "He owns more money than history itself. His empire is too vast: Banking. AI. Real estate. Weapons. Currency. He even controls gold."A woman with a Fox mask leaned forward, her small finge