All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 231
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Chapter 231
The moment Chance redialed Wilfreda’s number and she didn’t pick, he froze, and for a second, he genuinely wondered if he had imagined everything—her scream, the bang, the crash.But the silence that followed wasn’t normal.It was the kind of silence that came after something terrible had already happened.A cold rush spread down his spine as a feeling of dread settled within him in an instant.“Wilfreda?!” he yelled into the phone again, even though he already knew no one would answer.But there was nothing save for the faint hiss of a connection with no voice on the other end.He lowered the phone slowly, staring at it as if it would somehow give him an explanation.Just then, the door opened, and Julia stepped inside, smoothing the sleeve of her blazer as she approached. “Chance, are you—”She stopped, her expression tightening the moment she saw his face. “Son? What’s wrong?”Chance hesitated before answering.“I’m not sure,” he said quietly, his voice oddly hoarse. “But I think W
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The drive to Wilfreda’s and Helsin’s felt endless as Chance didn’t remember running down the stairs of his building. He didn’t even remember bursting into the parking lot or how hard he slammed the door of his car. All he remembered was the hammering in his chest and the desperate chant running through his mind over and over:Please let them be safe. Please let me not be too late. Even if he wasn’t sure yet whether they were safe, and that he was the one who was probably overthinking, he could almost tell that all wasn’t well, and that he had to hurry as fast as he could.It was unusual for Wilfreda to have left the call the way she did, and most unsettling was the fact that the head of security personnel wasn’t answering his phone either.He took the corners too fast. Ignored traffic lights. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles whitened. Every second felt like it was dragging him deeper into dread.The moment he screeched to a stop in front of Helsin and Wilfreda’
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Gerald’s car hadn’t even come to a complete stop before he was already out of the driver’s seat. The cold air hit him sharply, but the scene before him robbed him of breath far more effectively than the weather ever could. Four trained security personnel. All lifeless. All strangled.Gerald froze for a moment, his disbelief almost visible in the way his eyes darted across each corpse, refusing to fully accept what he was seeing. These were not ordinary guards. They were White House–level security. Men with years of training, conditioning, reflexes honed for emergencies. The kind of people who didn’t fall easily—not without a fight.But there were no signs of a fight at all. Chance stood in the doorway, rigid, pale beneath the porch light. He looked like he had been standing there for hours—even though Gerald knew he had arrived mere minutes ago.“What… did you say happened here?” Gerald asked, his voice low, barely concealing the shock that rippled through him.Chance let out a shak
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Chance opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked genuinely lost, overwhelmed, struggling to piece together what Gerald was implying.Nothing that Officer Gerald was saying at that moment was making any sense to him, and he could only wish Gerald would just make him understand instead of making him look lost as though he was hiding something from him.“I really wish I could understand where all of this is going,” Chance said at last, shaking his head. “But I don’t. I don’t see the connection between Helsin… Wilfreda… the guards… and what happened months ago.”Gerald let out a cold breath through his nose, something snapping inside him. He had expected Chance to say that, and so hearing it now, didn’t really seem to make any difference as far as he was concerned.He had been keeping a close eye on Chance and everything that has been happening around him since the incidence with the blood-stained bullet, and he had noticed the patterns. But what had heightened it all for him was
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The forensic team stepped out quickly, fully kitted with their gloves, masks, and boots moving with quiet efficiency. They offered Gerald a brief nod, then immediately began to examine the scene.Chance stood aside, arms folded tight over his chest, trying to keep his breathing under control. Gerald watched him in silence for several seconds, the weight of every unanswered question hanging thickly in the air between them.Inside the living room, the forensic investigators moved around the bodies with practiced precision. One of them crouched beside the nearest guard, gently tilting his chin, studying the bruising on the neck. Another took swabs from beneath the fingernails. A third scanned the area with a handheld forensic detector, checking for heat signatures, touch residue—anything.“What do you think?” Gerald asked the lead examiner.Though, he already drew his own conclusions from everything that had happened, he still wanted to hear from the forensic investigators, just to be su
Chapter 236
Christopher O’Connor was escorted through the towering glass doors of the Federal Internal Affairs Headquarters, flanked by two stern-looking officers. It wasn’t the kind of walk one would expect for someone under custody; if anything, it felt like he was being ushered into a luxury hotel.And in a way, he was.Internal Affairs didn’t keep high-value detainees in ordinary holding cells. They were too important, too dangerous, or too politically connected. And Christopher was all three.The warden leading him—a stout man with silver hair and a face that revealed nothing—pushed open a reinforced door that slid aside with a low mechanical hum.“Welcome to your suite, Mr. O’Connor.”Suite it was indeed, because calling it a “cell” would’ve been an insult.The room was furnished with a plush bed, a full private bathroom, a mounted television, a small but well-stocked bar, and a desk with a digital tablet sitting neatly on top. There were surveillance cameras, of course, but they blended in
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Brenda didn’t even bother knocking, not today having heard that the men they had assigned to help Harry escape from the CSSA had succeeded, and that Harry was now speaking with his father.Harry hadn’t supposed to be part of the plan and even Doomdoer had given up on him, but seeing how unreliable Gary had been in helping executing their plans after he got involved with Courtney, there had to be a plan B and that was where Harry became relevant.The metal door slid open with a hiss, and she stepped inside just in time to catch Harry’s stubborn declaration echoing through the dimly lit room.“…and I’ll turn myself back in to the police. I never asked to be broken out. I don’t want any part of—”A low, disbelieving laugh slipped from Brenda before she could stop herself. She pushed the door fully open, arms folded, posture relaxed but eyes burning with sharp amusement.“You’re sure gonna have to rethink that, Harry,” she said, sauntering forward. “Because that? That right there has to b
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Harry said nothing as he didn’t trust his voice Instead, he simply turned to the next page where more photos greeted him. There was a younger version of Doomdoer in crisp suits, a younger version of his late mother laughing and a small boy with missing teeth—him—standing between them.He flipped again, and again until his hand paused.A new figure appeared in one of the pictures. A man who looked almost like Doomdoer, but darker, broader-shouldered, with sharper features. A man with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.Harry stared, as something about the man he was seeing in the picture was just enough to make him halt, as though there was some kind of interesting story about him that he’d love Doomdoer to tell him about.And of course, there was an interesting story about the fellow, and Doomdoer didn’t wait for him to ask before he continued speaking.“That’s my brother. Robert.” His voice dropped lower, deeper. “We looked so much alike that people often mistook us for twins.”
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Ava Rennet was stepping out of her law chamber, heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, when she froze. Just a few feet ahead—leaning casually against the wall with his arms folded, stood Officer Gerald.For one full second, she simply stared, thrown off by his presence. Gerald was not the type to lurk around her workplace without a reason. They were not friends, and had not fixed any appointment prior to this time that they’d be meeting at her office, and judging by the look in his eyes, he hadn’t come for small talk.“May I have a word with you?” Gerald said, skipping greetings as he pushed away from the wall and approached.Ava’s brows drew together as she tightened her grip on her bag. She had no business whatsoever with Gerald, and wouldn’t want anyone to see them together and begin having the wrong notion.“As you can see, I’m in a hurry,” she said briskly. “And I don’t have time for any cheap talk with you.”“Really now?” Gerald stepped closer, closing the distance
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Gerald arrived at the café upstreet in less than five minutes as the café wasn’t very far from Ava’s law firm.It was a small place known for its quietness, and was tucked between a flower shop and a bookstore, with the smell of roasted beans drifting out through the open door. Exactly the kind of spot where no one paid attention unless you wanted them to.He stepped inside, scanned the room, and immediately spotted Flynn Holloway seated near the window.Flynn was impossible to miss. Twenty-one. Sharp-eyed. Hair slightly messy in a way that suggested he had been buried in work for hours. His laptop was open, screensaver flickering, camera bag at his feet, fingers absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on the table as though processing a thought only geniuses understood.He looked up when Gerald approached.“Agent Gerald,” Flynn said with a small nod—respectful, but not intimidated. That was something Gerald appreciated about him.“Flynn.” Gerald pulled out the chair opposite him and sat. “Yo