All Chapters of TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 181
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Didn’t like the suspense
Lucas arrived at Palm’s restaurant a few minutes before six. The restaurant was softly lit, with some few people having conversations. He glanced around the main dining area, scanning the tables, but there was no sign of Henry. Not wanting to draw attention, Lucas quietly chose a seat near the corner. He sat down, his eyes still moving across the room, waiting. Soon a waiter approached him smiling politely. “Good evening, sir. Would you like to order something while you wait?” Lucas shook his head lightly. “No, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.” The waiter tilted his head. “Are you here to meet Mr. Henry?” Lucas straightened a little, surprised. “Yes… I am.” “Then please, come with me,” the waiter said, gesturing toward the back. “Mr. Henry asked that you wait for him in his suite.” Lucas hesitated for a moment, then rose from his seat. “Alright.” The waiter led him past the main dining area, through a narrow hallway lined with framed paintings and they walked deeper
Do not inform the president about this
“I came here because I know you care about your country,” he said. “You’ve always had its best interest at heart. That’s why, as the president’s advisor, I thought you should hear this directly.”Henry leaned back in his chair, folding his hands slowly. His eyes narrowed, but his tone was calm. “You’re right about that,” he replied. “I’ve always cared. So tell me.”Lucas hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I won’t waste your time. I’m here because I believe you’d want to know what’s been happening. Things aren’t as they seem, and the people deserve better.”Henry straightened, his attention sharpening. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice firmer now. “What exactly has been going on?”Lucas glanced at the door, then back at Henry. “Corruptions are being made behind closed doors, and if this continues your country would suffer.” Henry’s jaw tightened and he leaned forward, his eyes locked on Lucas. “Go on,” he said. “Don’t hold back and stop speak
Who is Lucas Ross?
Henry’s car sped through the gates of President Gabriel’s mansion, he pulled up sharply in front of the grand entrance. He barely gave the engine time to settle before he swung the door open and stepped out, then he quickly and restlessly ran into the living room. Inside, the maids were startled by his sudden entrance, bowed respectfully. “Good evening, sir,” one of them greeted softly. But Henry didn’t respond. His face was tense, his eyes filled urgency. “Where is the president?” he demanded.The maids exchanged nervous glances. One of them stepped forward, speaking carefully. “He’s in the study, sir. Please wait here…we’ll inform him of your arrival.” But Henry shook his head, his impatience boiling over. “No. I can’t wait.” “Sir, please,” another maid called after him, her tone pleading. “Protocol requires…”Henry ignored them completely. His footsteps hurried against the floor as he strode past, his pace quickening with every step. The maids tried to call him back,
I will see to it personally
Henry had finished saying everything he knew, but President Gabriel still sat stiffly in his chair, his face clouded with doubt. He rubbed his chin slowly, his eyes narrowing as he weighed the gravity of it. “Henry,” Gabriel said at last cautiously, “Do you realize what you’re saying? Lucas Ross told you this, and you believed it? This isn’t something I can accept so easily. It involves two countries. If I were to accuse President Davis forcefully, without absolute certainty, it would be a catastrophe.” Henry leaned forward, his voice steady but firm. “I understand, sir. I know the risk. But I wouldn’t bring this to you if it wasn’t verified. I’ve seen the evidence myself. It’s not just words.” Gabriel shook his head, pacing slowly behind his desk. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his steps heavy. “Evidence or not, Henry, this is dangerous. If I move against Davis without careful planning, it could spark conflict. It could destabilize everything we’ve worked for
His silence is more dangerous than noise
Meanwhile, Lucas sat in a dimly lit room with Daniel and Freya. The three of them were restless, their minds racing with questions they couldn’t answer. Daniel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, tapping his fingers nervously. “I wonder what Henry has done with the evidence,” he said, his voice low but filled with anticipation. “Do you think President Gabriel listened to him?” Freya crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the floor. “He has to,” she replied firmly. “If Gabriel truly cares about this country, he won’t ignore it. But still… it’s not easy. Accusing another president of smuggling drugs? That’s not something anyone would believe right away.” Lucas sat quietly, his face tense. He had risked everything to gather the documents, and now the weight of uncertainty pressed down on him. He finally spoke. “Henry knows the risks. That’s why I gave him the evidence. If Gabriel doubts me, he’ll trust Henry. But I can’t help wondering… what if Gabriel refuses to believe it? Wha
Lucas facing danger alone
Lucas was sitting in his small apartment he had gotten to be close to Henry incase of any updates, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen it was one of his informants, a man who usually didn’t call unless something serious was happening. Lucas answered quickly.“Lucas, listen. I just got word from inside Davis’s circle. Dianne has been ordered to track your every move.” The informant said almost immediately.Lucas froze, his jaw tightening. He had suspected eyes on him for days, but hearing it confirmed sent a chill down his spine. “Dianne?” he asked, almost to himself. “You’re certain?”“I wouldn’t call if I wasn’t,” the informant replied quickly. “She’s watching everything, your movements, your meetings and she’s reporting back to President Davis.”Lucas rose from his chair and began pacing around his room, he stopped by the window, staring out at the empty street below. “It’s been a long time coming.” He mouthed.There was a pause on the line, then the informant said in
Worried about Lucas wellbeing
Lucas pressed harder on the gas, trying to shake the car behind him. He took sharp turns, cut through side streets, and even slowed down suddenly to see if the driver would give up. But the driver kept on coming after him, steady and determined. Whoever was behind the wheel wasn’t letting go.“Persistent,” Lucas muttered, his eyes narrowing. “Fine. Let’s finish this.”He guided his car deeper into the city, away from the main roads. The streets grew narrower, darker, until finally he turned into a deserted alley. The place was silent and the air was damp and foul, carrying the smell of rot and garbage that had been left too long.Lucas stopped the car. He sat still for a moment, listening and the other car rolled in after him. Lucas could feel the tension rising, his pulse steady but strong. He whispered to himself, almost like a promise. “You followed me here. Now you’ll regret it.”Lucas sat quietly in his car, the engine off, the alley wrapped in darkness and the foul smell of ro
Josef’s gang
Lucas gripped the steering wheel tightly. The tracker’s car was still behind him, pressing closer with every turn. He knew he couldn’t outrun them forever. With one hand, he fumbled for his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t used in years. Josef. They had grown up together, but Josef had taken a darker path, becoming the leader of a feared gang. The line clicked. “Who’s this?” Josef’s voice was sharp with suspicion. “It’s Lucas,” he said quickly. “From the old neighborhood.” There was a pause, then a low chuckle. “Lucas? Man, I didn’t expect to hear from you. What’s going on? It’s been long.”Lucas swallowed hard. “I need help. Someone’s on my trail, and I can’t shake them. I don’t know who else to call.” Josef’s tone shifted, almost eager. “You came to the right guy. I’ll take care of it. Nobody follows my people unless they want trouble.” Lucas exhaled, relief mixing with unease. He knew Josef’s way of “taking care of things” wasn’t clean, but right now, he needed someo
Let’s proceed
Lucas pushed the door open, and he walked inside, the was warmer, and he sighed enjoying the warmth because he’s been in the cold outside for long. Before he could even take a step further, Freya rushed to him, her arms wrapping around him tightly, almost desperately.“Lucas!” Her voice cracked with relief. She buried her face against his shoulder, holding him as if she feared he might vanish. “Are you hurt? Tell me you’re not hurt.”He let out a low chuckle, though his hand came up to steady her trembling back. “I’m okay,” he said softly. “Really. Just had to deal with a tracker. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”Freya pulled back just enough to search his face, her eyes wide and glistening. “You can’t keep taking risks like that. What if…what if something had gone wrong?”Lucas shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “If something had gone wrong, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll always take care of myself. You know that.”
Be ready to die in his place
Daniel’s voice trembled at first, but then grew stronger as he spoke. “Mr. President… Davis killed my father. He was campaigning for the presidency back then, and Davis saw him as a threat. He had him arrested on false charges, framed him for crimes he never committed. And when my father was locked away, Davis made sure he never came out alive. He had him killed in prison, and then buried the truth under lies.” Freya’s eyes filled with sympathy, while Lucas clenched his fists, anger flashing across his face. The room was heavy with silence after Daniel’s words. But soon, President Gabriel leaned forward, his expression grave but steady. “Daniel… I believe you. What you’ve said is not only heartbreaking, it is a crime against justice itself.” He paused, his tone firm. “I will immediately submit this case to the court. The evidence and testimony will be heard, and the court will summon President Davis to appear before them.” Daniel swallowed hard, his voice low but resolute. “Than