All Chapters of TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 131
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Tax evasion
Two weeks later…The morning light filtered through the curtains, Lucas stood before the mirror, adjusting the knot of his tie with deliberate care. The suit fit him well, though the fabric brushed against tender skin beneath his shirt. He winced slightly, the faint sting of half-healed burns reminding him that recovery was a slow process. Freya leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching him with a mixture of admiration and concern. “You look handsome,” she said softly, though her eyes lingered on the way he moved carefully.Lucas gave a small smile, catching her gaze in the reflection. “Handsome, but slower than usual,” he admitted. “The doctor said the pain would linger for weeks. I guess he was right.” She walked over, her bare feet silent against the floor, and reached up to smooth the collar of his shirt. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard. Work will wait. Healing won’t.” “I can’t stay home forever,” Lucas replied, his voice steady but gentle. “I need to feel n
I’ve come to collect
Lucas stepped out of his office with the words on letter still echoing in his mind. He didn’t waste time as he quickly walked out of his office, his car keys jingled in his hand as he pushed through the glass doors of the building and headed straight to the parking lot. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the engine, and he pulled out onto the road, the city blurred past him, yet his mind was fixed on Hector, as he imagined what would be his reaction when he saw him.“So this is how he wants to play it,” Lucas thought, gripping the wheel tighter. “A fine so large it could cripple my company. He must think I’ll panic, that I’ll fold under pressure. He probably imagines me begging for mercy, crawling into his office with excuses. But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know what I’ve survived.”The traffic lights flicked from red to green, and Lucas pressed forward. “I walked through flames, Hector. Do you really think a piece of paper will scare me?”He pictured Hector’s face when
Now a shareholder
The boardroom was tense, the air thick with suspicion. Lucas sat calmly at the far end of the polished table, his hands folded neatly in front of him. Hector sat at the head of the table, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on Lucas. “You’re a liar,” Hector spat, but Lucas didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, almost amused, as though Hector’s accusation were nothing more than a child’s tantrum. He let the words hang in the air before speaking. “I’m not lying, Hector. I am a shareholder in this company.” A ripple of disbelief moved across the faces of the board members. Some frowned, others exchanged quick glances, but all of them seemed united in their skepticism. Mr. Daniels, the oldest member of the board, leaned forward and he said. “That’s impossible. I never sold my shares to you.” Lucas turned his gaze on him, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Not to me, Mr. Daniels. But perhaps you remember a transaction with a man named Adrian Cole? That
Secrets
Lucas returned home late that night, his mind still heavy with the events of the boardroom. The echo of Hector’s anger lingered in his ears, but what troubled him more was the audit report he had carried back with him. He placed it on his desk, loosened his tie, and sat down with a sigh. The house was quiet, only the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the refrigerator, and the rustle of paper as he opened the file could be heard. He began to study the numbers carefully. Page after page, he traced the flow of money in and out of the company. At first glance, it looked ordinary, payments, expenses, contracts, shipments. But the deeper he went, the stranger it became. Huge sums of money appeared, billions of dollars moving through accounts that didn’t match the scale of a logistics company. The figures didn’t add up. The profits were far too large, the expenses too vague, and the destinations of the funds unclear. Lucas frowned, tapping his pen against the desk. He wrote notes i
Can’t tell her, not yet
The next morning, Lucas walked into Hector’s company with a confidence. The guards at the entrance, who had tried to block him the day before, didn’t try to this time. They exchanged uncertain glances but stepped aside, letting him pass without a word. Lucas smirked faintly, knowing Hector must have already warned them not to provoke him again. Inside, the scent of his expensive cologne filled the air. The receptionist’s smile faltered when she saw him, and she quickly picked up the phone. Lucas ignored her and strode toward Hector’s office. Hector’s secretary, a sharp-looking man in a gray suit, stood up as Lucas approached. “Mr. Hector isn’t available today,” he said firmly, blocking the doorway. Lucas tilted his head, studying him with amusement. “Not available?” he repeated. “That’s convenient. Tell me, is this his idea of keeping me away?” The secretary’s jaw tightened. “I’m sorry, sir. He’s not here. You’ll have to come back another time.” Lucas chuckled softly, leanin
Don’t let him escape
The next morning, Freya stood by the window, arms crossed. She didn’t even look at him. “Freya,” Lucas called quietly, “please… just listen.” She turned her head away. “I have nothing to say to you.” He stepped closer. “I know I’ve made mistakes. But I…” She cut him off coldly. “Leave!” Lucas sighed and stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Fine.” He mumbled, took his coat and he left the house. To her, it looked like retreat, but in truth, his departure carried a hidden purpose. The confrontation with Hector the previous day had not been about pride or dominance, it had been a calculated move. Beneath the surface of their heated exchange, he had succeeded in planting a tracker chip on Hector, buried in the folds of his jacket. That night, the device had already begun to pay off. Through the encrypted receiver, he overheard Hector’s voice, speaking of a new shipment. The words were clipped, but enough to confirm what he suspected, something big was moving throu
Fighting to survive
Lucas ran through the streets. His super hearing picked up the sound before he saw them, car speeding behind him, guns clicking, voices whispering orders. “There he is.” “Don’t let him get away.” Lucas cursed under his breath. He was close to home, but the henchmen had caught up. The first wave came fast, three men rushing with pistols raised. Lucas ducked behind a parked car as bullets shattered the windshield. He rolled to the side, grabbed a loose brick, and hurled it at one of them. The man staggered, giving Lucas the opening he needed. He lunged forward, slammed his elbow into the man’s jaw, and ripped the gun from his hand. Lucas spun, firing two quick shots. One henchman dropped instantly, the other ducked behind a trash bin. More footsteps approached. They were everywhere. Lucas pressed his back against the car, his ears tuned to every sound. He could hear the scrape of boots on pavement, the shallow breaths of men waiting to strike. “Spread out,” one ordered.
Tonight you will understand
FlashbackFreya’s hands trembled as she chopped the vegetables, her mind replaying every harsh word she had thrown at Lucas earlier. The anger boiled inside her chest, making her movements sharp and careless, and the knife slipped, slicing into her palm. “Damn it!” she shouted, the pain mixing with her fury. She flung the knife across the counter, the clang echoing through the kitchen. The turned off the gas, abandoning the half‑prepared food, the smell of onions and oil hanging heavy in the air. She pressed her hand against a towel, but the sting only reminded her of how unsettled she felt. Unable to stay in the kitchen any longer, she stormed into the living room, her footsteps heavy against the tiled floor. She collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, her thoughts tangled between anger and exhaustion. Just then, her phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table. The ringtone cut through the silence, startling her. She glanced at the screen, expecting maybe Lucas or a friend, but f
Daring her to do her worst
Freya stepped back, her voice sharp. “Stay away from me,” she said, glaring at the President. But he only smiled, reaching out as if her words meant nothing. His hand brushed against her cheek. Freya’s stomach twisted in disgust and she jerked her head away and, without thinking, bit his hand. The henchmen moved instantly, their fists tightening, ready to strike. But the President raised his other hand calmly. “Stop,” he ordered. His voice was firm, and they froze. He looked back at Freya, his eyes cold but strangely amused. “You shouldn’t be rude to me,” he said softly. “You look exactly like me. Maybe… you could even be my daughter.” Freya’s chest tightened as his words stung deep. She shook her head violently, not wanting to believe him.“No,” she spat. “Don’t say that. I will never be your daughter.” The President smile faded. His tone grew heavier, almost cruel. “You think you know your family, but you don’t. Your mother and I… we were together long before she marri
Torn between justice and survival
Dianne turned sharply to the President, her eyes gleaming coldly. “Lucas is in love with Freya,” she said, “She is his only weakness. Use her. Call him. Threaten him with her life, and he will bring the evidence. Afterwards… we kill him.” The words hung heavy in the air, cruel and deliberate, and Freya’s heart immediately stopped. Her breath caught in her throat, and before she could hold it back, a scream tore from her lips. “No!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Don’t you dare!” Tears streamed down her face, hot and uncontrollable. She shook her head violently, her body trembling with fear and rage. “If anything happens to Lucas,” she sobbed, “I swear I’ll kill myself! Do you hear me? My blood will be on your hands, Mother!” She threatened but Dianne only stared at her daughter, unmoved. “You think I’ll be shaken by your threats?” Dianne asked coldly, her tone dripping with disdain. “You’ve always been dramatic, Freya. Always choosing Lucas over me. Even now, you prove it