All Chapters of I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours: Chapter 271
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The revelation
Kane’s smirk had vanished, replaced by confusion. He watched Barry closely, the question hanging in the air like a guillotine blade. The executives’ eyes darted between Kane and Barry, panic spreading through their faces.Slowly, Kane pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead, revealing his eyes. He didn’t stand, but he uncrossed his legs and sat up straight, meeting the dark reflection of Barry’s tinted glasses.“That would be me,” Kane said, his voice more measured and defensive. “I am Kane Sanchez.”Barry didn’t move a muscle for a long moment. Then, his head tilted a fraction of an inch. “Kane Sanchez,” he repeated, coldly. “You’re the bastard who sang those vile disgusting things about Adam?”A fresh wave of sweat broke out on the executives’ brows. One of them made a small, choked sound.Kane, to his credit, didn’t flinch. He held Barry’s mirrored gaze, a defiant spark returning to his eyes. “The lyrics are… provocative. Artistic expression, Mr. Sullivan,” Kane stated, his v
The most deadliest lawsuit ever
The ensuing months were like a legal execution.Barry did not make idle threats. When he said he would destroy Kane Sanchez, he meant every single word.When word got out that Adam was Barry Sullivan's son, the entire world seemed to come to a standstill. No one could believe it. Adam, the reality tv star turned popstar was son to the most powerful person alive, broke the internet.This made Barry Sullivan's lawsuit the most deadliest lawsuit against a single person in history. Kane as everybody knew it, was in terrible trouble.Within a week, legal filings flooded the courts. Barry’s lawyers came at Kane from every angle. They were an army of the sharpest, most ruthless minds money could buy.Kane was accused of defamation, character assassination, slander, breach of intellectual property, emotional damages, and even incitement of harassment. Kane’s legal team were small and woefully underprepared. They couldn't even make a clear argument to defend Kane. Barry’s lawyers on the othe
Ghost of the past
In the weeks that followed, after Barry's press conference, Adam's popularity grew massively as the world finally knew his secret as Barry Sullivan's son. His streams skyrocketed. His name trended all weeklong. Interview requests poured in, but Barry, sensing his son’s frayed edges, shut them all down. The spotlight was too hot, too intense. Adam needed to breathe.And so, Barry decided to disappear with his son for a private vacation. Just the two of themThey chose a sliver of land in the Pacific ocean. The island’s permanent population was a mere eight hundred souls, which were majorly tourists. Here, Barry and Adam were just another wealthy father and son, blending into the crowd of ordinary people in linen shirts and faded shorts.One afternoon, they found a small café tucked into a cobblestone alley, its tables scattered under a canopy of bougainvillea. The scent of salt air and freshly ground coffee mingled in the breeze. They took a table in the corner, the dappled sunlight
Laura Raven
Laura blinked, her eyes flickered down to the small, pinned nametag on her apron, as if to confirm the source of his strange familiarity.“Yes, that’s right,” she said, her voice still friendly, She gestured lightly to the tag. “Are you a regular here? I’m afraid I’m just filling in for the afternoon.”Barry stared, his mind reeling. She didn’t recognize him. Not a flicker of awareness in her warm, sun-crinkled eyes. It's been decades had since last he saw her. Still he never forgot her face. But to Laura, he was just another tourist in a linen shirt, sitting in the shade. Barry forced his voice to work. “No,” he cleared his throat. “No, we’re not regulars. It’s just… you remind me of someone I knew a long time ago. That’s all.”Laura’s smile returned, easier now. “Well, that’s nice to hear. I hope they were a good someone. So, what can I get for you gentlemen? The baklava is truly wonderful.”Barry’s mind raced. Was this an act? Was she pretending not to recognized him? Or could
The mark
The night was a velvet drape over the island, pierced only by the cold, sharp diamonds of the stars. Inside a private villa, Adam slept the deep, but Barry stood on the balcony, a silhouette against the moonlit sea. He gripped the cool stone railing, the events of the afternoon playing like a relentless loop in his mind. He couldn't get the thought of Laura out of his mind. Just then, Sebastian emerged out of the shadows.He bowed, slightly. “Master, you summoned me. Is there something wrong?”Barry didn’t turn. His gaze remained fixed on the dark, whispering sea. “I am not at peace, Sebastian.” He drew a slow breath. “Do you remember my ex-wife? Laura Raven? The woman whose family I destroyed decades ago, before I met Veronica?”From behind him, there was no shift in posture, no intake of breath. “Of course, Master. I remember her quite well.”“I saw her today,” Barry said, the words tight. “In a café. She was our waitress.”Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “An unexpected developme
A Demon's domain
Sebastian and Barry took a long stroll around the beach. It was still nightfall and only a handful of people were seen hanging around the beach. Barry had noted about four different people bearing the same serpent tattoo on the back of their hand. The doorman at the hotel, a cop, a truck driver and a florist lady. "What's happening on this island," Barry muttered as they passed a fisherman mending his net. "Almost every occupation on this island bears the mark. It's like the labour force is under one secert cult."“That is a question I have no answer to yet, Master,” Sebastian replied. “But I suspect that this island is a demon's domain. I felt its presence the moment I arrived.”Barry frowned, turning to face him. "What does a demon wants with an island's labour force?"Sebastian answered by gesturing with a white-gloved hand at the sea's horizon. “In this world, every demon has a role. Some of us, like myself, find purpose in service to a worthy mortal will. Others roam the earth
An unexpected twist
The morning sun streamed into the villa’s lavish living area, painting warm stripes across the floor. Barry sat in a plush armchair, scrolling through his phone with one hand and sipped a cup of steaming tea with the other. His brow furrowed in concentration as he inspected each number on his screen.The sliding door to the balcony opened and Adam stepped inside, stretching his arms high above his head with a yawn. “Morning, Dad,” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You’re up early. What are you doing?”Barry didn’t look up from his screen. “Trying to reach someone,” he said, his voice focused. “I still have a few contacts from my time with the Ravens.”Adam blinked, pouring himself a glass of water from a crystal carafe. “I thought you severed all ties with them. You always said you never wanted to have anything to do with them again.”“I did,” Barry acknowledged, finally setting his phone down. “But I kept one line open. Francis Raven. Laura’s uncle, my ex-father-in-law
A washed mind
Barry returned to the same cafe where Laura worked. He found a vacant booth and sat down, his eyes fixed on the kitchen door. When Laura emerged, he raised a hand.“Laura,” he said, his voice calm. “A moment, please.”She approached, her smile never fading. “Of course, sir. What can I get for you today? More baklava?”“Nothing,” Barry said, his gaze intense. He gestured to the empty chair opposite him. “I was hoping you would sit and talk with me for a moment.”Her smile became politely puzzled. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I’m on duty. There are other guests I need to attend to.”Without a word, Barry reached into his pocket and slid a thick fold of large bills onto the table. It was more money than a waitress would make in a month. “This should cover your time,” he said evenly. “And compensate the café for any inconvenience.”Laura’s eyes flickered to the money, then back to his face. The cheerful mask didn’t break, but it did soften with a hint of bemused curiosity. She pulled out the c
An unexpected visitor
Sebastian led Barry to the tallest building on the island.As they approached, Barry noticed the guards. There were over a dozens of them patrolling the area. They flanked the steps in dark uniforms, some carrying rifles slung across their chests.Two guards broke formation and stepped forward, blocking the way. One raised a hand, his stance firm.“Halt. State your business.”Barry stopped at the bottom of the steps, his posture steady, his eyes locked on the guard’s. “Tell your boss,” Barry said evenly, “that the man who destroyed his life years ago in North Hills is here to see him.”For a long moment, silence hung between them. The guards exchanged sharp glances. One of them, the taller of the two, blinked, his composure cracking with surprise.“North Hills…?” he muttered under his breath. His partner stiffened, clearly unsettled.The taller guard turned sharply and barked an order to one of the men near the door. The subordinate jogged off at once, vanishing into the towering bu
Reeves backstory
The elevator doors hissed open and two figures stepped into the vast, sunlit room.Reeves stood breathless, a hot, vengeful excitement tightening his chest. This was it. He had been waiting years for this day. His fingers trembled from the anticipation of ending him and getting his revenge. He nodded subtly at his guards. They all raised their weapons, the soft clicks of safeties being disengaged as they waited for his order.But when the figures resolved into clarity, Reaves lips pulled back into a snarl. The first one was a man in an impeccably tailored black butler's suit. He stood slightly behind, hands clasped, eyes downcast. And in front of the butler was Barry, his stride calm and measured, his hands buried in his pockets as if he was strolling in the park."Barry," Reeves growled. "What are you doing here?"Barry regarded him coolly, his eyes taking in the man Reeves had become. Reeves was only in his mid-forties, but bitterness and hate had aged him faster than time ever