All Chapters of TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 151
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It ends today
Lucas immediately grabbed Daniel by the arm, pulling him closer under the ship. “Stay down!” he hissed. Daniel’s breathing was loud as he panicked. “I’m sorry, Lucas… I slipped!” Lucas pressed a hand over Daniel’s mouth. “Quiet. Don’t move. They’ll see us if you make another sound.” The men in black spread out, their boots echoing against the floor as they searched. One of them pointed toward the ship. “The sound came from here!” Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew they were seconds away from being discovered. He whispered into Daniel’s ear, “If they find us, run. Don’t look back. Just run.” “Lucas I have to get the camera, all the evidence is in it.” Daniel replied and Lucas grabbed his arm urgently. “Daniel, Forget about the camera, we don’t have time!” But Daniel shook his head, his eyes fixed on the device lying on the dusty floor. “No, Lucas. That camera has everything we need. It’s proof. If we lose it, we lose everything.” Lucas pulled him harder, frust
Loosing himself
Lucas lowered his weapon, tossing it aside, and clenched his fists. The men on both sides watched, waiting to see which leader would fall. Hector snarled, circling. “You’ve got guts, Lucas. But guts won’t save you.” Lucas smirked faintly, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s see if you can back up all that talk.” Hector lunged first, swinging his blade in a wide arc. Lucas dodged easily, but instead of countering with his full strength, he let Hector graze his arm. The cut was shallow, but blood trickled down. Lucas gritted his teeth, pretending to struggle. Daniel gasped from behind the crates. “Lucas! You’re hurt!” Lucas shot him a quick glance. “Stay down, Daniel. This is between me and him.” Hector pressed forward, striking again and again, his muscles straining, sweat dripping down his face. He fought with everything he had, desperate to prove himself. Lucas blocked each blow, sometimes letting Hector’s punches land lightly on his ribs or shoulder, making it look like
Back from the fight
Lucas’s chest rose and fell heavily, his fists still trembling, but the storm inside him had begun to settle. His tears streaked down his face as he forced himself to breathe. Around them, the place was quiet, Hector’s men had already fled, leaving him behind. Daniel quickly pulled out his phone. “Hello? I’m reporting an illegal drug operation. The location is the old dock warehouse. Send units immediately.” He said urgent.“And who’s this?” The officer asked.“An anonymous informant.” Daniel replied and he hung up, his hands shaking, but relief flickered in his eyes. “They’re coming, Lucas. The cops will handle the rest.” He said and Lucas wiped his face, his expression hardening again. He walked over to a supply crate, rummaging until he found a coil of thick ropes. Without a word, he dragged Hector’s limp body toward the ship moored at the dock. Daniel followed, clutching the camera tightly. “Lucas… what are you doing?” “Making sure he doesn’t slip away before the cop
A deal in exchange for Freya
Lucas woke up the next morning, the sunlight streaming faintly through the curtains. He freshened up quickly, washing away the blood and dust from the night before, then dressed and headed downstairs. He expected to find Daniel resting, but instead he saw him hunched over his computer system, the screen glowing brightly. Daniel’s eyes were fixed on the monitor, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. Lucas frowned, confused. “Daniel… don’t tell me you stayed up all night?” Daniel turned his head slightly, pointing at the simple clothes he was wearing a fresh shirt and trousers. “No, I woke up early this morning. I’m fine.” Lucas raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He shrugged, his tone softer. “Alright. Come down for breakfast, then. You need to eat.” Daniel shook his head, his gaze still locked on the screen. “I’ll join you later. I’m waiting for something important. You go ahead.” Lucas sighed, knowing Daniel’s stubbornness too well. He turned to leave wh
Leave no traces
Inside the lavish presidential suite, the president paced furiously, his face red with anger, veins bulging at his temples. The giant television on the wall replayed the news about Hector , cuffed, disgraced and dragged into a van while reporters screamed “drug dealer” at him. The president’s fists clenched. He hurled a glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. “Useless! All of you are good for nothing!” he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. His aides and guards stood frozen, unsure whether to speak or remain silent. One of them tried to calm him. “Sir, please, we can…”“Shut up!” the president bellowed, slamming his fist onto the desk. Papers scattered, a lamp toppled over. He grabbed the lamp and smashed it against the floor, shards flying. “Get out! All of you, get out!” The men scrambled, rushing out of the room, leaving him alone in his fury. Breathing heavily, the president stared at the flickering screen. Hector’s downfall was everywhere,
Suicide
Hector had been transferred there after his arrest, cuffed and disgraced, his once-proud face swollen from the beating he had endured. To the world outside, he was a fallen businessman awaiting trial. He had tried contacting the president but got no response, and he immediately knew what this meant because done the dirty work for the president. But somehow he wondered if the president would show him mercy considering their relationship, but him thinking about that was laughable.“There was no mercy.” He thought.He was now a liability meant to be erased and ever since he’s been on edge, wondering when they’d come for him because he wouldn’t go down without a fight, and all his attempts to get a lawyer was fruitless, and his court hearing was still far. He knew the president’s reach extended even here. Every sound made him flinch, the rattle of keys, the slam of doors. He was a wounded dog in a cage, waiting for the hunters to strike. Then it began with silence. The usual chatter of
We’ll play the game
The safe house was quiet that morning. The men had gone about their routines, some resting, others keeping watch outside. Lucas sat in the living room, his arm bandaged from the fight at the dock. Daniel was nearby, still glued to his computer, scanning through files and news reports. The television hummed in the background, the morning news anchor’s voice calm, but then the words came that froze Lucas in place. “Breaking news: Hector, the disgraced businessman arrested two nights ago, was found dead in his prison cell. Authorities report it as suicide. Hector was discovered hanging from a rope tied to the ceiling. Officials say he may have taken his own life due to guilt and shame.” Lucas’s eyes widened and his jaw tightened. He stared at the screen, his chest rising and falling faster. “No…” he whispered. Daniel turned, sensing the change in his tone. “What is it?” Lucas shot up from the couch, his face twisted with fury. “They’re saying Hector killed himself!” “What?
His end is near
The president’s house was surrounded. Reporters filled the gates, their cameras flashing around. Journalists shouted asking questions, citizens rallied outside, chanting his name, demanding he speak about Hector’s suicide. Hector had been close to him, and now silence was making the people suspicious. Inside, the president paced the floor, his face pale, and his hands shaking. He couldn’t leave the house. Every shout from outside pierced his ears. He held his head tightly, trying to hold himself from going insane.“Sir,” said his bodyguard, standing by the door, “they won’t go away. Reporters, citizens, everyone is waiting for you.” The president slammed his fist on the desk.”Then chase them out!”“Sir we can’t, it’s the…”“Then shoot them if you must!” The president yelled and the bodyguard froze, unsure how to respond. “But sir…”“Leave, don’t do any of the things he says for now.” Dianne interrupted as she walked in.“No. If you hurt any of them, your name will be ruined f
Finally in his arms
Lucas and Daniel stood in the open field, the cold wind brushing against their faces. The grass swayed gently, but the air was heavy with tension. Lucas kept checking his phone, his mind replaying the message he had sent earlier. He had told the president clearly to come by himself or the deal is off. There would be no middlemen, Lucas wanted to face him directly. Daniel shifted uneasily beside him. “Are you sure about this, Lucas? Making him come here himself… it’s risky.” Lucas nodded, his jaw tight. “It has to be this way. If he sends someone else, it means he doesn’t take us seriously. I need to look him in the eye.” Minutes passed. The silence of the field was broken only by the distant sound of engines. Lucas turned his head and saw a was approaching.Daniel muttered, “Here they come.” The president’s car pulled in, stopping a few feet away. The door opened, and the president stepped out, his face stern, his eyes scanning the field. Beside him was Dianne, calm as ever,
The ambush at the bridge
Daniel was driving, while Lucas sat in the back seat, his arms wrapped tightly around Freya. She rested her head against his chest, her breathing uneven, her tears still fresh from the ordeal. He held her close, his hand gently stroking her hair, whispering soft words meant to calm her. “You’re safe now,” Lucas murmured. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Freya clung to him, her fingers gripping his shirt as if afraid he might slip away. “Lucas…I thought I’d never see you again.” Lucas kissed the top of her head. “It’s over. You’re with me now. That’s all that matters.” Daniel glanced at them through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with concern. “We’ll be at the safe house soon. Just hold on.” The car hummed steadily along the road. For a brief moment, it felt like peace was returning. But then Lucas’s phone buzzed in his pocket. The vibration was sharp, urgent. He pulled it out, his eyes narrowing as he read the message. It was from one of his informants inside th