All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 181
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Chapter 181
Julia couldn’t help the faint curve of pride tugging at her lips. She saw it now—the heir the world would soon have no choice but to acknowledge. The same boy who once walked into her office seeking validation now stood before her, speaking like the Empire itself had chosen him.“This is good,” Julia said finally, nodding in approval. “Very good.”But even as she said it, something else tugged at her mind—the conversation she’d had earlier with Helsin. The name Wilfreda whispered somewhere in the back of her thoughts like a ticking clock.Chance caught the distant look in her eyes again, and though he didn’t ask, he knew her mind was elsewhere.He closed the folder, stood up, and gave a small smile. “I’ll have my team draft the initial blueprint presentation. We can pitch it to the board within the week.”Julia nodded again, still lost somewhere between business and memory.When he turned to leave, she called after him softly. “Chance?”He paused, looking back.“I’m proud of you,” she
Chapter 182
“You’ve changed, Julia,” Adams said quietly. “You used to treat emotion like a liability.”Julia looked up at him, a faint, cold smile playing at the corner of her lips. “I still do. But I’ve also learned that some liabilities are worth protecting.”Adams nodded slowly. “Then I’ll handle Helsin. But understand this—if word of Wilfreda spreads, even I won’t be able to keep the vultures away."Julia’s fingers tightened around her glass. “Then make sure it never spreads.”For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Then, as if rehearsed by fate itself, Adams stood and extended his hand. Julia took it, firm and steady. Their eyes met—an unspoken understanding between two people who had built empires out of silence and secrets.“Goodnight, Julia,” Adams said.“Goodnight, Adams,” she replied.As she walked out, Marcus and the driver straightened immediately. She nodded to them, her face once again the perfect mask of control.Inside, though, her thoughts screamed.Wilfreda.The child Steven
Chapter 183
Chance gave a small chuckle as he leaned back slightly against the edge of the table. “Plans?” he repeated. “Just about a thousand things that need to be set in motion. This proposal may have passed, but now the real work begins—drafting the contracts, coordinating transfers, and making sure the Bernards don’t find a backdoor into the deal.”His voice carried that familiar steadiness Chloe had come to admire—the kind that could turn chaos into order with nothing more than focus and intent.“You’re already thinking about the next move,” she said quietly, studying him. “You never stop, do you?”He glanced up at her then, the faintest smile touching his lips. “Not until it’s done. Not when people are counting on me.”For a brief moment, the intensity in his gaze softened, and Chloe saw beyond the strategist—the weight he carried, the silent resolve to protect not just his empire but everyone tied to it.She hesitated, her fingers brushing the file she still held. “Chance…” she began, he
Chapter 184
Chance’s breath came steady but heavy, echoing faintly against the concrete walls as he bounded up another flight, all in an attempt to see who it was that was watching him. The emergency lights along the stairwell flickered, casting thin bands of red across the shadowed walls. The rhythmic sound of retreating footsteps above him grew faint, then suddenly stopped. He froze. His pulse quickened, every nerve on edge. Silence filled the space once again, thick, suffocating, and alive with the promise of danger. “Show yourself,” he ordered, his voice calm but firm. “You’ve got ten seconds before I stop being polite.” But even with the confrontation, there was still nothing. He ascended another few steps, slower this time, his eyes narrowing toward the dim landing above. The door to the rooftop access was slightly ajar, swinging lazily with the gust of air rushing through it. He pushed it open with his shoulder. Cold night air met him instantly, sharp against his skin. The city stret
Chapter 185
The clock on Chloe’s nightstand read 11:46 PM when she finally decided to call it a night. She had spent the last hour sitting by her window, watching the quiet street below as the distant hum of passing cars slowly faded into the rhythm of the night. The dinner with Chance replayed in her mind in fragments—his smile, his calm voice, the heaviness in his eyes when she’d thanked him. He’d looked so tired, burdened. But beneath that, there had been warmth… something that made her heart feel the warmth of his gaze every time she thought about it. She sighed softly and pushed herself off the bed, setting her phone on the nightstand. She had just reached for the lamp switch when the sharp sound of the doorbell shattered the silence. Ding-dong. Her heart skipped a beat. At this hour? She froze, the sound echoing faintly through the quiet house. Margaret had already gone to bed, and the thought of waking her up was out of the question. Maybe… maybe Chance had forgotten something. H
Chapter 186
Margaret’s hand trembled as she gripped the railing tighter, her knuckles whitening. Her breathing had grown shallow and uneven. The calm, measured woman Chloe had always known was unraveling before her eyes, replaced by someone terrified—someone cornered.John’s words hung in the air like smoke—heavy, choking, impossible to ignore. You’re in danger, Chloe. You and your mother both.Chloe’s heart hammered in her chest. She looked between them—her mother rigid and pale, her father standing in the doorway like a ghost reborn, desperation etched into every line of his face. “Mom,” she said carefully, stepping forward, “please, what’s going on? What is he talking about?”But Margaret didn’t answer. Her eyes stayed locked on John, wide and wild, like she was staring at something she’d spent fifteen years trying to forget.“Margaret,” John said quietly, taking a single step forward. “Please. Just let me explain.”“Explain?” Margaret snapped, her voice trembling so hard it barely carried.
Chapter 187
Chloe’s scream tore through the house like an alarm bell.“Mom! Mom, please—wake up!”Her hands fumbled helplessly, trying to lift her mother’s head, but Margaret’s eyes were half-open, unfocused, her lips moving soundlessly as though she were trying to form words that wouldn’t come.John’s voice broke through the panic. “Call an ambulance—now!”Chloe’s shaking fingers barely obeyed her. She scrambled for her phone, the screen slick with sweat as she punched the emergency number. “Yes—my mother collapsed! She’s not breathing properly! Please, we need help—”The dispatcher’s calm voice guided her through what to do, but it all sounded far away, drowned beneath the thunder in her chest.Minutes blurred into seconds. The sirens came, slicing through the night like a desperate prayer. Paramedics rushed in, voices crisp and practiced as they surrounded Margaret.“BP dropping!”“Get a line in—stat!”Chloe stood frozen in the corner, her back pressed to the wall. Everything felt unreal—the
Chapter 188
“Stannis…” Chloe whispered. The name sent a jolt through her. She had been fighting so hard to doubt her father all the while he was referring to the Stannins just before her mother collapsed.But now that she had seen this particular picture, all elements of doubt had slowly disappeared.Her mind spun, flipping through every memory, if there was anything that could at least remind her that this picture was actually taken when she was still a child, one old enough to remember if something like this had actually happened, but nothing was coming to her mind.Had they all known each other? Worked together?And why was her father’s disappearance dated two years after this photo was taken — after he had apparently met with the O’Connors and the Stannis twins?She set the photo aside and picked up the folded letter.The handwriting was undeniably her father’s — neat, steady, but faintly slanted, like a man writing in haste but still clinging to precision.Her hands shook as she began to rea
Chapter 189
The riverside wind was sharp that evening, cutting through Chloe’s blazer as she stepped out of the taxi and made her way toward the old warehouse. The metal siding was rusted in places, the paint flaking off like dried skin, and the faint smell of oil and salt water hung in the air. It wasn’t the kind of place anyone would choose to meet unless secrecy was absolutely necessary.She spotted him near the far end of the loading dock—John, his hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat, his gaze sweeping the dimly lit space with a mixture of wariness and calculation. A single bulb above him flickered intermittently, bathing the cracked concrete floor in stuttering amber light.“Dad,” she called softly.John turned, his expression softening at the sound of the word dad. Ever since he returned and met Chloe again, this would be the first time, she'd call him 'dad' with such tenderness. There was no hostility in her tone, no unspoken anger, just the daughter he had always missed.“You
Chapter 190
The rain hadn’t stopped since the night at Riverside. It came down in slow, heavy sheets—thick enough to blur the edges of everything, soft enough to sound like grief itself.The cemetery was a small one, tucked behind a sloping hill, surrounded by ancient trees that bowed under the weight of the storm. Umbrellas dotted the gravesite, their dark canopies swaying gently in the wind like black petals caught in motion.Chloe stood at the front, her fingers tightening around the cold handle of her umbrella. The steady hiss of rain masked the sobs that came from her mother, Margaret, seated in a wheelchair beside her. Though still pale and weak from her recent ordeal, Margaret refused to miss the burial. This—saying goodbye to her husband—was something she needed to see through, no matter how fragile her body felt, not how messed up their relationship had been when he left.John’s casket gleamed under the rain, dark mahogany streaked with water. It looked almost alive, like the man himse