All Chapters of Underrated Secret Billionaire: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: No More Shields
Andrew Brooks couldn’t sit still. His feet carried him from one end of his small living room to the other as he wore down the tiles with restless pacing. The news of Carlos Arturo’s arrest had shattered whatever fragile calm he had left. He hadn’t eaten all day, hadn’t bathed either. His hair was disheveled, and the anxiety in his eyes burned like a man staring at a rope tightening around his neck.His breathing was uneven. With every second, his mind raced; playing different scenarios of how this whole mess could spiral further. Carlos had been arrested. Everything was exposed. All their dealings, all the planning. What if Carlos talked? What if he dragged him down with him?He ran both palms down his face and sank briefly into the faded brown sofa in the middle of the room, only to shoot up again like the cushion was on fire. His hands trembled as he rubbed his arms nervously.Andrew had never been one to take responsibility. He was the eldest of the Brooks siblings, yet carried
Chapter 122: A Dinner Between the Lines
“That suits him right,” Jalen muttered as he dropped his phone on the couch beside him.He exhaled slowly and sank deeper into the soft cushion. The room was dimly lit with the golden hue from the side lamp reflecting against the cream-coloured walls. It was almost quiet—too quiet, but for once, he was grateful for it. The weight on his shoulders had started to lift, even if only slightly.Jalen had just returned from the office, exhausted but satisfied. After his shower, he wore a plain black T-shirt and grey shorts, stretched out on the couch with a glass of warm lemon water by his side. Barrister Greg Mend had called not long ago to brief him on the latest update regarding Carlos Arturo’s case. The court proceedings were progressing favourably. Evidence against Carlos was solid. With his company’s criminal operations exposed and key documents already verified, conviction was almost inevitable.Now, for the first time in a long while, Jalen could breathe. His empire was safe, at
Chapter 123: A Thin Line Between Vengeance and Closure
Jalen’s voice was warm as he held the phone close to his ear, his lips curved into a faint smile. “Aisha, I honestly don’t know how to thank you enough. You just handed me a golden platter.”He was seated in his home office, a glass of fruit wine untouched beside him and the files from work lying closed on the table. His eyes occasionally wandered to the small window to his right, through which the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the floor. He still couldn't wrap his head around how the recommendation had come through.Earlier that morning, Jalen had received a call from the head of Vanguard CitiTech Group, one of the most influential firms in green building architecture across the US and Europe. They were looking to expand into Africa and needed a reliable partner to lead the logistics and foundational development. According to them, Aisha had mentioned Jalen's name as a top-tier builder, someone they could trust to deliver even under pressure. It was a deal worth mil
Chapter 124: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
Jalen sat behind his desk, back straight, eyes fixed on the report he was reviewing, but his mind was far from what his eyes were scanning. The smooth click of the wall clock in the corner was the only sound that filled the room, aside from the low hum of the air conditioner. The office was quiet—too quiet for his thoughts. The silence gave room for something else… satisfaction.Yes, he did it. He made the call. Quietly. Strategically. Calculatedly. Mr. Okonta had been on the edge about the deal already, and all it took was one push. One call from Jalen to express his “concern” over Tiana’s reputation and the unresolved media mess surrounding her late husband’s criminal empire, and the man pulled out. The contract was taken from her. She never saw it coming. She thought they were working together. But Jalen wasn’t done with her, not yet.Not until the entire Brooks family—Tiana, Andrew, every last one of them, came crawling, begging for forgiveness. And even then, he wasn’t sure
Chapter 125: Storm is Coming
Jalen sat quietly in his study, the soft hum of the air conditioner barely cutting through the noise in his head. The television was on, muted, and still showing the breaking news banner of Carlos’ prison escape. The same footage of the attacked convoy played over and over again. Each time Jalen’s eyes flicked to the screen, a dull ache grew stronger in his chest. He picked up his phone from the table and dialed his mother’s number.The call connected almost immediately. “Hello, mummy.”“Jalen,” Bose answered warmly. “You just remembered your old mother today?”Jalen let out a soft chuckle. “Mummy, don’t start. I always check up on you.”“And Joy too?” she asked with a teasing tone.“Yes, how is she?” he asked, sitting up.“She’s good. She went to the market earlier. I think she’s back now. You know that girl is always moving about.”Jalen smiled faintly, but his heart was heavy. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”Bose paused. There was silence for a moment, then she spoke again, h
Chapter 126: The Dragon’s Clause
Flashback: Before his escape....A full week had passed since Carlos was sentenced and placed in a high-security prison facility on the outskirts of the city. The walls were tall and grey, with armed guards stationed at all major points. The cells were dark, suffocating, and stripped of any luxury. The weight of twenty years behind bars was beginning to settle on Carlos like an iron shroud. But even within the suffocating silence of the prison, Carlos was not alone.He had already received three visits within the space of seven days. Not from lawyers or family members. But from two strange men, always dressed in black suits, with dragon-head tattoos curling on the side of their necks. Their presence was silent but commanding. They didn’t need to introduce themselves; Carlos already knew who they were.These were no ordinary men. They were part of the Dragon Syndicate, a powerful cartel that had long benefited from the illegal gold mining operations orchestrated by the late Fernand
Chapter 127: Quiet Whispers
Jalen had never been a man to carry weapons. He believed in the power of words, of strategy, of staying one step ahead. But those beliefs had shifted lately. Now, every morning before he stepped out, he carefully slid his pistol into the inner pocket of his coat, right under his arm. The world he was living in had changed. Enemies no longer operated with threats. They acted. And with Carlos now on the loose, backed by a cartel as deadly as the Dragons, Jalen had no choice but to be ready for anything.This morning, he ignored the time on his wristwatch. Work could wait. Aisha couldn't.He had driven down to her apartment with the weight of unease pressing his chest. As he walked into the compound and made his way up, his heartbeat quickened. Every sound around him felt exaggerated; the creak of the stair railing, the bark of a dog two compounds away, even the slight rattle of the elevator gate. He knocked on her door twice, firm but not too loud.When the door opened, Aisha stood
Chapter 128: Unexpected Diversion
In the heart of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, dimly lit by scattered industrial bulbs and heavy with the smell of fuel and damp cement, Carlos stood facing the cartel leaders. The air was tense, quiet but not calm. Around them, armed men—young, rugged, and wired with aggression, stood by, waiting for instructions like restless hounds.Remi Daron, known as Spine for his precision in breaking bones cleanly with bare hands, leaned against a broken desk, his tattooed neck glistening with sweat. "We have to hit him hard," he said, voice sharp and cold. "Right in the heart. We go for his mother and sister. That will cut him deep."The men around him nodded in agreement, the thought of breaking Jalen’s spirit feeding their hunger for blood. But one of them wasn’t on the same page.Gregor Miles, code-named Milo the Ox because of his size and brute strength, took a step forward. “No,” he said firmly. “That’s too far. From here to Baltimore? The police will intercept us
Chapter 129: The Warning
Inspector Dennis stepped a few paces away from the other officers, his face blank but tense. The weight of what just happened had sunk in. The cartel had vanished without a trace, and the likelihood of a mole feeding them information from within was now glaring like a neon sign. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen as he scrolled to a contact. Without saying a word to the others, he pressed Call."Who are you calling?" one of the top-ranking officers asked behind him, arms folded tightly, tone suspicious.But Dennis ignored him.Jalen picked up on the first ring. “What happened?” His voice was brisk, alarmed, without the usual greeting.Dennis didn’t waste time either. “Where are you now?”“In my office. Why?”“Don’t move. Don’t go anywhere,” Dennis said quickly. “The cartel—those men who broke Carlos out, they might be coming for you or your girlfriend.”A thick silence passed between them.Dennis added, “I’m sending officer
Chapter 130: The Price of Betrayal
Aisha trembled where she hid, crouched behind a concrete beam in the underground parking lot, her breath caught halfway in her chest. The entire place was almost silent except for the faint hum of cars from the distance. Then, the distinct sound of tyres screeching slightly on the concrete floor echoed, and she peeked out carefully.A black car had pulled in swiftly.She saw the driver step out—tall, poised, familiar.Jalen.Without thinking, Aisha sprang to her feet and ran toward him."Jalen!" she cried out, her heels clicking rapidly on the floor.Jalen turned, eyes scanning quickly. The moment he saw her, he rushed forward too. They collided into each other’s arms, breathless and relieved. She clung to him, and he held her tightly like she might disappear again if he let go.“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing her hair back, his eyes scanning her face, her arms, her waist, every inch of her body as if to confirm she was whole.“I’m fine,” Aisha said, still catching her breath. “