All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE THEY NEVER SAW COMING: Chapter 141
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CHAPTER 140
“Mr. Everhart,” grumbled Chancellor Whitmore, the oldest board member, as Javier took his seat, “I trust you’re here to explain this... little stunt you pulled at the Expo?”The others murmured in agreement.“It was reckless,” muttered Gretchen Vale, arms folded. “You embarrassed this company.”“You exposed internal issues to the public,” added Kwan, tapping his pen impatiently. “That merger was the biggest deal of the year. Do you realize what you've cost us?”Javier looked at each of them, his expression unreadable.“You're right,” he said calmly.For a moment, the room blinked in surprise.
CHAPTER 141
"You're really going to show up there?" Valerie asked, brows raised as the wind tousled her hair on the rooftop."You know what kind of people attend the Solstice Gala."Javier’s gaze didn’t leave the skyline."Exactly."He turned to her, his voice calm, but his eyes sharp."Let them laugh. Let them talk. It's always easier to bury people when they’re busy dancing."***Gold chandeliers. Classical music. A sea of designer tuxedos and shimmering gowns. The Solstice Gala was where the elite of the elite came to be seen. International investors, CEOs of Fortune 100s, European royal families — the room was dripping
CHAPTER 142
“Are you sure you want to register that man?”The voice was dripping with disdain, loud enough for the surrounding guests to hear."He doesn’t exactly look like someone who can afford a glass of water, let alone a Van Gogh."Laughter rippled through the golden hall of The Orsay Auction House, a towering glass-roof venue reserved only for the most powerful names in business and art. The event tonight — a charity auction to restore post-war schools in Eastern Europe — was the city’s crown jewel. Press, photographers, royals, oligarchs — all here.And in the middle of it all, standing at the front desk, calmly waiting to register, was Javier Everhart.He didn’t flinch as the rude m
CHAPTER 143
“You’re… him?” the assistant asked, glancing nervously at the scruffy man standing outside the gleaming glass entrance of Valemont Business University.“Javier Everhart,” he said simply, adjusting the black strap of his worn leather satchel.No tie. No assistant. Just a plain dark shirt, black slacks, and quiet confidence.The assistant’s eyes flicked from his face to her clipboard, then back again.“I thought…” she trailed off, struggling to keep her tone professional.“The dean said the guest speaker was a… prominent investor. Billionaire-level.”“He did.”“Do you need directions to the staff entrance, sir? Or… the janitor’s wing?”Javier smiled politely.“No need. I know exactly where I’m going.”Inside the Grand Academic Auditorium, 300 business students, professors, and visiting alumni had gathered for the exclusive Founders Forum. The dean stood on stage, beaming.“Today,” he began, “we welcome a guest speaker from the world of investment. Someone, I must confess…” — he paused,
CHAPTER 144
“Javier, are you sure you want to come with me?” Valerie adjusted the strap of her pale gold dress, watching him tie his watch.“You are technically my date,” Javier replied calmly, slipping on a blazer with no brand label in sight — just a plain black cut that hugged his frame.“I mean… It’s the wedding of Austin Cranford,” she whispered.“Son of Douglas Cranford — CEO of Cranford Holdings. These people don’t exactly welcome outsiders. Especially ones who don’t flaunt Rolexes and last names.”“Let’s give them a chance,” Javier said simply.“Maybe they’ll surprise us.”At the Garden Wedding, Cranford Estate. The sprawling lawn was draped in white silk and fresh peonies. Champagne flowed freely. The guests sparkled in diamond-studded gowns and suits that cost more than most cars.Valerie walked in gracefully beside Javier, whose simple look — no tie, no designer logos, just quiet confidence — earned him sideways glances almost immediately.Whispers broke out.“Who is he?”“That can’t b
CHAPTER 145
“Get me that intern. The one with the bland face. What’s his name again?”“Javier, sir. Javier Ramirez.”“Right. Send him in. We need someone to pour coffee while the board tears this pitch to shreds.”Inside Sterling Ventures Tower, one of the most powerful holding firms on the continent, the boardroom buzzed with cold intensity. Men in thousand-dollar suits and women with diamond-crusted pens reviewed documents with sharpened eyes.Javier walked in, calm, unhurried, carrying a leather notebook. His clothes were neat but simple—no brands, no designer flare, just quiet elegance.The CEO, Mr. Clive Harrow, didn’t even glance at him.
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CHAPTER 146
“Are you lost, sir?”The security guard at the entrance of the grand ballroom gave Javier a once-over.“This event is strictly for invited guests. Black card access only.”Javier, dressed in a plain black suit without a brand label, glanced at the towering hotel banner:Annual Golden Hearts Charity Auction — Hosted by The Sterling FoundationThe red carpet shimmered with guests in tuxedos and designer gowns. Photographers snapped at celebrities. Champagne glasses clinked. Everyone glowed—except Javier, who looked like a shadow that didn’t belong.He reached into his jacket and handed over a small black envelope.
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CHAPTER 147
"You're wasting the court's time, Mr. Everhart," Judge Langford said coldly, glaring over his spectacles. "Your credentials are irrelevant to this case. Perhaps you should hire real counsel next time."The courtroom chuckled. Laughter echoed from the opposing table, where corporate lawyer Melissa Crane, a sleek blonde in a Dior suit, smirked."Honestly, Your Honor," she said, brushing her hair back. "We're not sure whether Mr. Everhart even understands the basics of corporate law."Javier stood in his plain navy suit, papers in hand, unfazed.Today was the day he faced Beltran Industries, the conglomerate that illegally seized his grandfather's land decades ago. He had filed this suit
CHAPTER 148
“I said,” the security guard barked, “you need to step out. Now.”Valerie moved forward instinctively, placing herself between Javier and the two uniformed guards who had stormed into the private dining room. “This is a mistake,” she snapped. “You have no idea who—”“It’s fine,” Javier said calmly, placing a gentle hand on her arm. His voice was serene, but beneath it was a current of something stronger—unshakable steel.One of the restaurant managers entered behind the guards, flushed and breathless. “We received a call,” he announced to the staff nearby, not even acknowledging Javier. “Apparently this man has been impersonating Mr. Everhart. He doesn’t belong here.”A few patrons gasped. A woman at the next table whispered loudly, “I knew something was off. He’s dressed too plainly to be that Everhart.”Another man scoffed. “Look at him. Probably just some fanboy pretending to be rich for a night.”Valerie’s jaw tightened as murmurs rippled through the room. She reached for her phon
CHAPTER 149
As they passed through the hushed corridor of the five-star restaurant, Javier remained quiet. Not out of anger—his was a silence rooted in precision. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, each one a reminder that he didn’t need to shout to command a room.Valeria, still holding his hand, glanced at him from time to time. She knew the signs. He wasn’t furious. He was focused.They reached the lobby where a valet stood nervously by the entrance, his hand twitching near the ticket podium. Javier nodded to him politely and handed over the numbered stub from his jacket pocket.The valet blinked, as if realizing only now that the man he had handed off a car to earlier might not be some aging clerk in a discount suit, but someone whose watch alone cost more than the valet’s yearly salary.“Right away, sir,” the valet stammered before vanishing toward the garage.Valeria stepped closer, her voice soft. “You let them humiliate you back there.”“No,” Javier said mildly. “I let them sh