All Chapters of Rise Of The Hidden Trillionaire : Chapter 131
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130. The Truth Starts Coming To Light
"The… the truth!" Franco’s lips trembled, barely letting the words slip. His mind spun in a whirlwind of confusion. He still hadn’t recovered from the shock that Muna had kissed him. Did that just happen? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?He blinked, searching her face for answers. That kiss… it wasn’t something even Elena had given him. But Muna? she’d done it freely. Genuinely.She kissed him.Franco?“Yes!” Muna beamed, eyes glinting with newfound clarity. She reached into her bag, pulling something out.Franco’s eyes followed her hand. A pair of headphones. But not just any headphones. Those headphones.The very ones he’d handed her weeks ago. The ones that held the truth—the conversation between Dyesi and Caleb. His last hope. He had pleaded with her to listen. To believe.And now, she held them in her hands.That could only mean one thing.“Yes, Franco!” she said again, smiling brighter. “I finally found out the truth. I know everything now, and I’m so sorry for not believi
131. Yana Morale
Franco’s gaze dropped. He never expected to hear this from Muna—that Dyesi had the same tattoo as the mysterious woman arranged to sleep with him.He gently took Muna’s hands, his voice low and cautious. “Are you sure you’ve seen that exact tattoo on Dyesi’s body?”Muna nodded confidently. “Of course! I admired it. I even told her I wanted the same tattoo on my waist, but she refused. She said it was personal… and insisted it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to get the same design.”Franco stepped back, eyes narrowing as unease crawled over him.What’s so special about that tattoo? he asked himself.Why would Dyesi have the same mark as the woman who was in bed with me the night I was framed?His mind swirled with questions—none of which had clear answers.As he remained lost in thought, Muna moved closer. “Franco, what do we do now? We need to act quickly. Maybe there’s a connection between that tattoo and the woman you saw that night. What if—what if she and Dyesi are related somehow?
132. I Need The CCTV Footage
Things didn’t end there.While Elena remained deep in her personal investigation to uncover the truth behind Franco’s real identity, Muna did everything she could to support him from behind the scenes. But Franco was already on the move—planning his next step with precise calculation.Before Muna left to head home that evening, she and Franco had reached a decision: for now, their reconciliation must remain a secret. No one was to know they were back on good terms.Muna had readily agreed. Keeping their bond hidden would serve their mission better. If people thought they were still at odds, it would be easier to dig into what was really going on—especially with Dyesi. If Dyesi was indeed involved in illegal business dealings, why was she still working at Scott Empire under such a high-profile name?The truth was too dangerous, too tangled—and that’s why Muna had stepped into the chaos in the first place. She wasn’t just defending Franco anymore; she was hunting for the truth that had
133. Does Dyesi Know Yana?
Mitch, the head of security, was baffled by Muna’s sudden appearance in the surveillance room. She had never set foot in that part of the building before, let alone demanded access to footage. There were proper channels for that—departments designated for those duties. Yet here she was, giving orders like she owned the place.Still trying to process her unexpected intrusion, Mitch was snapped out of his thoughts by her sharp voice.“Are you lost?” Muna barked as she marched up to the officer manning one of the surveillance monitors. “I need all the footage, starting from the day I fired Mrs. Nathan. Is that understood?”“Yes, ma'am,” the officer replied, already tapping away at his keyboard.Muna turned back to Mitch, her gaze icy. “Get me a seat.”He obeyed without hesitation. Once she sat down, he cleared his throat.“I’m sorry to interfere, ma'am, but… what exactly do you need the footage for? Was there a theft? If so, there’s a department assigned to that. And… why are you focused
134. Muna Signed The Contract!
“What?!” Franco exclaimed, his voice sharp. “You saw the caller’s name? And it was Yana? Are you sure about that?”“Yes, Franco!” Muna ran a hand through her hair, trying to steady her nerves. “And when that number called Dyesi, she acted disturbed. I was already questioning her about why she warned me not to get the Lioness tattoo. She panicked. She begged me again not to get it. And just moments later, her phone rang. The caller’s name appeared. It was Yana.”Franco’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed a file from his left side and reached for his phone, switching it to speaker.“What was the country code of that number?” he asked, already flipping through the pages.Muna exhaled, struggling to recall it.“It wasn’t Otlanto’s code… not +168. It was something else.”Franco didn’t look up. “Try to remember, Muna. What was it?”“I remember now!” she said sharply. “It was +191. That’s the U.S. country code, right?”Franco froze. His fingers paused at a page labeled Mobile Contacts. He scanned th
135. More Revelations Are Out
Franco’s determination to uncover the truth from Yana hadn’t faded—not one bit. In fact, it had intensified. Every step he took toward her villa was a silent vow: he would get answers today.Unaware that Muna had just lost her company, Franco moved swiftly, his mind focused. As his car neared the estate, his phone buzzed Dave.He answered. “Hello, Dave.”“Hello, My Lord!” Dave’s voice came with an edge of urgency. “I couldn’t sit back after what you told me—to stay out of the Yana matter. I know you’re strong, trained by Lord Xoxo himself. But you must understand, the world still doesn’t know who you are. For that reason, I sent a few Ruffian Warriors to tail you.”Franco’s eyes darted around the quiet street. His voice dropped. “You did what?”“I had to, my Lord. This is too risky. Oliver and Michael may have your back, but Lord Xoxo gave the order himself. The men are just backup—they won’t enter the estate. They’re watching from a distance.”Franco’s jaw clenched. “You’re overstep
136. NPR Saga!
Franco clenched his fists tightly. He was growing more frustrated with himself. The truth was right there, hovering around him, yet he couldn’t grasp a single thread of it. He had a strong hunch that the Lioness’ Den was nothing more than a ticking disaster, but what pained him was that he couldn’t uncover the secret hidden beneath it.“What now, My Lord?” Dave’s voice cut through his thoughts. “What are we going to do now? How are we going to solve this mystery?”Franco spoke without blinking. “Just continue your investigation. I’ll carry out my own part of the plan.”He ended the call and quickly raised his phone, taking a photo of Dyesi’s car.Luckily, he captured the plate number.Instead of wasting time chasing after them, he’d go directly to the National Plate Registry (NPR) and have the plate number tracked.“Bro, what did Mr. Vale tell you? Did he say anything crucial to the case?” Michael asked, appearing just as Franco hung up.Franco turned, walking away from the property e
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The four officers lunged forward like rabid dogs—batons raised, boots pounding against the tiled floor.Franco didn’t flinch. His eyes sharpened, locked onto the first man. As the officer swung his baton down toward his skull, Franco sidestepped cleanly, his body moving with fluid precision. With a sudden pivot, he caught the man’s wrist mid-air and twisted it backward with a bone-crunching pop.“Arrrgh!” the officer screamed, collapsing as his baton clattered to the floor.Franco didn't give the others time to process what happened.He grabbed the baton from the ground, spun it like a blade, and slammed the butt of it into the gut of the second attacker, who had barely raised his arm to defend himself. The officer folded forward, coughing blood onto the floor.The third officer came from behind, attempting a chokehold.Franco ducked low, then slammed his elbow backward into the man’s ribs. A harsh wheeze escaped the attacker as he stumbled, but Franco wasn’t finished. He whirled arou
138. The 50th Anniversary
When Franco asked Dave to investigate the location and provide him with all the evidence related to that location, Dave was quick to get someone very good who could handle the location, track its activities and give out all the necessary information about it.The tech managed to get the information revealing that the Location is used for illegal activities and is only hiding under the name “Medicinal Plant plantation!”Dave wasted no time in sending someone over to that location to confirm who went there to have an abortion. Whether it is Dyesi or Yana.The person got lucky that when he got there, he saw Dyesi and Yana outside and the only conversation he recorded was: “I hope you've gotten what you wanted! Now that I have gotten an abortion, you'd give me the space I want!”This statement came from Yana.As Franco checked the file which Dave sent him, he nodded. So, it is confirmed that Yana went there for an abortion operation.He hurriedly went back to Michael's. There, he met Oli
139. The Confrontation
Mrs. Nathan immediately turned toward the window, scanning the compound. Her voice dropped into a sharp whisper as she shut the door with a quiet click, striding toward Caleb with widened eyes.“What nonsense are you saying, Caleb? Are you out of your mind? What if someone was eavesdropping?” she hissed. “What if they tell Muna—or anyone from the Scotts?”Caleb gave a nonchalant shrug. “But it’s true, Mom. Muna is no longer the CEO of Scott Empire. I’ve taken over from her... I’m the new CEO.”“That’s enough, Caleb!” she snapped, cutting him off, her throat suddenly dry. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. This obsession with revenge is consuming you—you’re delusional!”She grabbed her purse with trembling hands, her face a mask of disbelief and panic. “I’m leaving. And don’t you dare show up at Granny’s. You might open that reckless mouth again and say all this rubbish in front of the family!”With that, Mrs. Nathan stormed out, her heels clacking against the floor like punc