All Chapters of TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 171
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New evidence
Lucas was seated in the living room, together with Freya, Daniel and the rest of his men. The table was filled with all types of drinks, as everyone drank laughing heartily, but soon Lucas took a glass cup, hit on it to gain the attention of everyone. “Everyone, you all know what we’re celebrating, we won this round.” Lucas said and everyone started clapping happily.“You’re now a free man!” Freya yelled and she quickly stood and hugged him, with everyone laughing.“My asset, company, everything I own has now being returned to me, the bounty placed on my head has been lifted.” He said and everyone quieted down as they listened to him.Lucas continued. “We can now leave the safe house and fight our battles legally.” “Cheers!” He added and everyone shouted. “Cheers!” And they clicked their glasses together as they continued drinking.Daniel stood up and he turned on the music and everyone started dancing. Lucas on the other hand was still laughing, everyone cheering around him, the m
They’re talking about my father
Lucas and the others finally reached his house after the long drive. The road had been quiet, and though everyone was tense, Lucas had explained everything to them on the way, that made it easier because they already knew what to expect once they got inside.When the car stopped in front of the house, Lucas stepped out first. He stood there for a moment, just staring. The house looked almost the same as before, but to him it felt different now, like a safe place after all the chaos. The walls were a bit discolored, the roof a little worn, and the garden had grown wild with weeds. Yet, as he breathed in the familiar air, he felt a wave of relief. It was like a fresh breeze had washed over him.“This place…” Lucas said softly, smiling. “It feels good to be back.”Freya walked up beside him, her eyes shining. “I’m glad too,” she said warmly. “I’ve missed this. From now on, everything should stay positive for us. No more running and fear.”Lucas nodded, his smile widening. “You’re right
Let’s bring him down
Daniel froze when the president’s speech touched on “a man who once stood against me.” His hands trembled, and his eyes went distant. The others noticed. “Daniel… what do you mean?” asked Sarah, leaning forward. Daniel opened his mouth, but no words came. His chest tightened as old memories rushed back, his father’s face behind prison bars, and the newspaper headlines. He lowered his head, unable to speak. Lucas saw the pain in Daniel’s eyes. He sighed and spoke quietly, but firmly. “He means his father,” Lucas said. “Daniel’s father was once a presidential candidate. He was strong, respected, and people believed in him. But the president framed him. They accused him of crimes he never committed.” The room went silent as everyone stared in shock. “What happened?” Freya whispered. Lucas continued, his voice heavy. “They locked him in prison. And not long after… he was murdered there.” “That’s horrible… And Daniel, you…” Freya gasped.Lucas nodded before she could finish
In Paris
The plane sliced through the clouds, its engines humming loudly. Lucas sat stiffly by the window, his reflection pale against the glass. He wasn’t looking at the sky, he was staring into the storm inside his mind. Every mile carried him farther from home, yet closer to the dangerous plan he had chosen.Daniel leaned across the aisle, his voice urgent. “Lucas, I know we’ve gotten the evidence. But it’s not enough, because the president is still in power. He owns the courts, the press, the army. Even if we release it, he’ll bury it.” He sigh.“But that doesn’t mean we should travel to a foreign country, it’s dangerous.” Daniel added. Lucas turned, his jaw tight, he didn’t look like a man who could see reasons. “I know.” He said, then continued. “At home, he’s untouchable. But in here… it’s different.” Freya, her hands folded neatly in her lap, frowned. “Different how? What are you thinking?” Lucas’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Our president has always hated Gabriel Jacques,
The president advisor
Three hours later, Lucas and Freya walked hand in hand toward the cafe. The evening air was cool, and the light from the cafe windows spread warmly onto the street. Inside, the place looked cozy, with lights hung above wooden tables, and the smell of fresh coffee and baked pastries. It felt like the kind of spot perfect for a memorable vacation evening, the sort of place where couples might linger over dessert and laughter. Too bad Lucas and Freya weren’t here for that. Their visit had another purpose entirely.They found a small table near the corner. Freya brushed her hair back and smiled faintly, though her eyes seemed distracted. Lucas squeezed her hand before standing. “I’ll get us something,” he said gently. “And I’ll order for Daniel too. He should be here soon.” Freya nodded, resting her bag on the chair beside her. As Lucas got to the counter, he scanned the menu. He wanted something that would keep them settled while they waited. “Good evening,” the lady at the count
Bidding for a rare item
Daniel leaned forward. “We could try meeting Gabriel’s advisor during a diplomatic meeting or even at a conference. Those kinds of events usually have less formality than a private office setting, and we might get close enough to speak with him.” Freya raised her brows, considering Daniel’s word. “That’s not a bad idea… but even then, it would still be difficult. Advisors don’t just stop to chat with strangers. They’re busy, and security is always tight.” Lucas nodded slowly, tapping his fingers against the table. “Exactly. Even if we’re in the same room, getting his attention won’t be easy. We’d need a reason, something that makes him see us as more than just outsiders.” Daniel sighed, sipping his coffee. “So the question isn’t just where we meet him, but how we convince him to listen once we do.” Freya leaned back, her thought visible in her eyes. “Which means we need more than just a plan to show up. We need a strategy that makes him take us seriously.” Lucas shrugged whi
What is your intention?
Henry was perplexed as he stared at Lucas, his brows furrowed. “Who is this man?” he wondered. Why is he filled with confidence as if he had every right to challenge him. Henry’s mind raced, did this stranger not know who he was, or the authority he carried? The thought unsettled him, but he kept his composure, his eyes locked on Lucas.The auctioneer’s booming voice snapped Henry out of his thoughts. “Going once… one hundred million dollars!” Henry tightened his grip on the paddle. He raised it sharply. “Two hundred million,” he declared firmly. “That’s a huge amount of money.” Someone murmured through the crowd. While other heads turned, wondering if the piece was really that valuable. But Lucas, leaning back in his chair with a faint smile, didn’t flinch. He lifted his paddle casually, almost playfully. “Two hundred and fifty million,” he countered smoothly, almost mocking. Henry’s jaw tightened. He leaned slightly forward, glaring at Lucas. “You think this is a game?”
First step successful
Lucas finally found the words, though they came out slower than he intended. “I’m just a businessman like everyone else here. Nothing more.” He tried to keep his tone even, but there was a stiffness in his words that betrayed him.Henry leaned back slightly, studying him with amusement. “That’s not what I asked,” he said, voice low but firm. “I asked if you were trying to get my attention.”Lucas shook his head almost too quickly. “No. Absolutely not. Why would I?” His denial was blunt and defensive, he didn’t even want Henry to think of any possibility But Henry didn’t let it go. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Then explain this to me,” he pressed. “If you weren’t, why were you so interested in the piece I chose? You could have bided for any other piece but you didn’t.”Lucas hesitated, his mouth opening and closing once before he settled on a reply. “It was… unusual, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.” He retorted.Henry tilted his
Mere coincidence
Lucas had already told Freya and Daniel about his encounter with Henry. The three of them sat together and Freya leaned forward Lucas. “I don’t get it, Why didn’t you just tell him what you wanted? Why all the dodging?” She asked curiously.Daniel crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Yeah, man. You were lying through your teeth. Wouldn’t it have been easier to just be straight with him?” Lucas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He could still feel the weight of Henry’s gaze from earlier. “You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “If I told him outright, it would look like I was chasing him. That’s not what I want.” Freya frowned. “So you’d rather play games?” Lucas shook his head quickly. “No, not games. Strategy. I wanted Henry to do the chasing. If I showed too much interest, he’d pull away. But this way…” He tapped his pocket where Henry’s card rested. “…this way, He gave me his card. That means he’s the one opening the door, not me.” Daniel raised an eyebrow. “So you th
A meeting with advisor
Two days later, after much thought, Lucas finally decided to reach out to Henry. He sat at his desk, staring at the card Henry had given him. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if it was the right time. Then, with a deep breath, he picked up his phone and dialed the number.The line rang twice before someone answered. “Good afternoon,” a calm voice said. “This is Mr. Henry’s office. Who’s speaking, please?” Lucas cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… my name is Lucas Ross. I was given this number by Mr. Henry himself. I’d like to speak with him, if possible.” “One moment, please,” the aide replied politely. Lucas could hear faint shuffling in the background, followed by muffled voices. After a short pause, the aide returned. “Mr. Henry is available. I’ll hand the phone over to him now.” There was a click, then Henry’s familiar voice came through, warmly. “Lucas,” Henry said, sounding pleasantly surprised. “I wasn’t sure if you’d call. It’s good to hear from you.” Lucas s