All Chapters of Elijah Schwarzenger Rises To Power: Chapter 41
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The headmaster's face went from pale to brightened as the guards moved towards him and walked him out of the hall. Elijah turned back to the stunned assembly, a faint smile on his lips. "Now," he said into the microphone, his voice once again calm and reassuring. "I believe it is time for you all to go to your classes. Have a wonderful day of learning." Before the children could disperse, a young female teacher in a navy-blue gown stepped forward. Her voice trembled but desperate to hold her ground. “Thank you for your generosity, sir,” she said cautiously, bowing her head slightly. “But, with all due respect, bullying our headmaster just because of money isn’t the right idea. The children..." Elijah smiled as he shook his head, the faint smile never leaving his lips. “Bullying?” His voice carried through the microphone smoothly. “Madam, perhaps you weren’t paying attention. I never bullied anyone.” The teachers exchanged uneasy glances. One of the older staffs cleared his thro
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Evening at Xian Mirage Restaurant, San Dicevey, Futuriux.The sleek, modern facade of Xian Mirage glowed against the deepening twilight. Inside, the soft hum of early dinner service provided a calm backdrop to the end of the day shift."Mister Mart, please have my pass. I'm signing off for the day." Sarah Kellyman, the spouse of Aaron Kellyman, stretched out her pass card to the security guard at the employee exit gate.The security guard, a young man named Martin who always had a soft spot for the kind receptionist, looked up with an elated smile. "Madam Sarah! You're leaving so soon?"Sarah checked her wristwatch and let out a light, tired laugh. "What do you mean "so soon", Martin? It's already 5 p.m and you know what that means."The guard's face lit up with realization. "Oh! The night duty receptionist has taken over?"Sarah smiled warmly, nudging the pass card toward him. "Of course she has. Now take this before the management change their mind and decides I work a double shift.
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Sarah’s hand trembled as she clutched her purse, the cheerful ringtone a stark contrast to the icy dread coiling in her stomach. Gathering courage from some hidden reserve, she turned back to face the most powerful man in the country."But... it's my husband," she firmly retorted. "Our conversations should be private and confidential to only both of us."A wave of derisive laughter erupted from Elijah's guards. Bartholomew, in particular, threw his head back with a booming laugh. "Look at this woman!" he mocked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.Sarah’s jaw tightened with shame as the public humiliation unfolded with a burning sting. "There's nothing funny in what I said, sir," she stated, her gaze fixed on only Elijah. "Can I please go?"Elijah’s lips curved into a teasing, almost playful smile. "Even if I insist?" he asked, his tone light but carrying an unmistakable weight of authority.Just as he spoke, the ringing from her purse stopped, plunging the courtyard back into a
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Sarah’s knees nearly buckled beneath her, but she forced herself upright, clutching at the only thread of control she thought she might have left. Her voice cracked but held enough desperation to cut through the heavy silence. ''Please, sir… Lord Elijah,'' she pleaded, her eyes glistening with terror. ''I beg you… help me find my daughter.'' Elijah paused mid-step, his back still halfways turned. Slowly, almost exaggerative, he pivoted to face her, his expression a comic as he proceeded to speak calmly. ''I’m not in any position to offer you help, Mrs. Sarah." he said plainly. ''You and your husband should go beg whoever you think you’ve wronged. Maybe they will listen.'' Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. She shook her head, stepping forward despite the tremor in her legs. ''But you’re Lord Elijah Schwarzenger,'' she pressed, her convicting voice breaking with fear. "The wealthiest man in this entire country. If anyone can fish out whoever took my daughter even from the deepest
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Meanwhile, the Schwarzengers was rolling smoothly through the city in a convoy of blacked-out Limousines, silent and imposing as a funeral procession. Inside the middle Limousine vehicle, the silence was broken only by the soft hum of the climate control. Elijah Schwarzenger leaned back against the plush leather, the ghost of a cruel smile playing on his lips. The performance at Xian Mirage was over, and now his business with Aaron continued. “Bartholomew,” Elijah said, his voice a low, calm command that cut through the quiet. “Get Maestro on the line. Let’s hear his side of things. I want an update on the estate.” Bartholomew, seated in the front passenger seat, nodded. “Right away, my lord.” He reached for the sophisticated SCHWARXX communication device mounted on the dashboard, his finger poised to activate the encrypted line. Before he could make the connection, a distinct, melodic ringtone that starked contrast to the car's oppressive atmosphere chimed from Elijah’s personal p
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Elijah leaned lazily against the polished mahogany counter, phone in hand as his thumbs glided across the glowing screen. The salesgirl’s cheap vanilla perfume tried to mask the exhaustion that clung faintly to the air while his detached reflection shimmered in the glass countertop. The double glass doors separating the waiting room and the main boutique parted, and Bartholomew strode in with measured confidence. Behind him, two guards pushed chrome trolleys piled high with garment bags and boxes, the branded luxury logos shouting money. "My lord," Bartholomew’s proud tone carried caution as he halted a few feet away. "Do you love these… or should we pick other ones?" Elijah slid his phone into his inner pocket and turned, his icing gaze flying to the trolleys. "Hmmm. I can’t come all the way from San Dicevey to the capital just for scraps. The most important thing is Naomi. Did you get a gown? Exactly her size and beautiful enough for her that she will love?" Bartholomew’s lips
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The silence in the boutique was thick and heavy, broken only by the salesgirl’s rugged, terrified breaths at Elijah’s feet as he waited for the manager. The remaining guards stood rigid, unsure whether to look at their disgraced colleague or the imposing young lord who held their fate in his hands. Elijah, his patience evaporating like mist under a scorching sun, suddenly slammed a clenched fist onto the polished mahogany counter. The sharp crack made everyone jump. “Enough of this!” he snapped, his voice echoing in the luxurious space. He turned his icy gaze to the guards. “Time is running late. I will not stand here all night because of one foolish girl.” Bartholomew, ever the attentive, immediately checked the platinum face of his expensive Tom Hilfiger wristwatch. “It’s Nine PM, boss,” he announced, his voice carrying a note of grave concern. “You have to get your rest before the special event tomorrow. It would be disastrous if you were tired.” Elijah shot him a look, though
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"Clink" The sound of glass cups clinking echoed in Pierce's sparsely decorated yet spacious dining room as he and Natasha enjoyed an expensive Italian dish; the white alba truffle. "Com,on now," Natasha complained, not impressed by how Pierce was treating the meal in front of him. He had barely touched the exquisite food, instead draining his wine glass with a grim focus that spoke of anything but enjoyment. Reluctantly, Pierce dropped his wine cup and raised his head tiredly, their faces meeting. "What?" He mumbled, dragging the word. "What do you mean, 'what'?" Natasha shot back, her voice laced with exasperation. "You've not touched your food a bit. You're just finishing wine bottles like you've been depressed or something since I got back. What is wrong with you?" Pierce let out a low, humorless laugh and immediately reached for the bottle, pouring the dark red liquid into his glass until it nearly overflowed. He stared into the swirling wine, his words slurring slightly. "Doe
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"I wouldn't gain anything if I let you live," Pierce said, his voice a terrifying calm, philosophical whisper. "Think about it, Priest. If I pull this trigger, nothing of consequence will happen to me or anybody. The world will not stop rotating. The sun will still rise. No one will remember to miss you, not really." He paused, the silence stretching into an eternity. "But I won't. No," he repeated, a strange, almost regretful finality in his tone. "I won't." "Gulp." The loud noise of Priest slurping at Pierce's feet echoed in the room as he bent down to drag his trousers, pleading. "I beg of you, my lord. Please find it in your infinite mercy so that I may live..." The ringing of Natasha's phone drowned out Priest's pleas as Pierce pulled his legs free from his grip and walked over to the table. "Okay, who is it?" he said coldly into the receiver after answering the call. "Please, give the phone to ma'am! I need to speak with her immediately," the voice on the other end insisted.
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Pierce cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a command that carried a dark, unmistakable aura. "Leave that what-the-hell estate and head to my secret ammunition cave immediately. Don't even bother to think twice or take anything along. At least one of them is going down tomorrow." "What!?". Aaron shuddered at the cold words coming from Pierce's mouth. "Sir, I hope you’re not making decisions on your own because... hmmm... does ma'am know about this?" Pierce raised a skeptical eyebrow. "What do you mean, Aaron?" "I mean, sir, I work for her, and I believe she should be the only one to tell me where I can go and where I can't," he stuttered, pausing before continuing. "Moreover, I can't leave the estate without being questioned or arrested. I don't even know about your secret cave or whatever!" "Bingo!" Pierce's voice boomed over the phone, sharp and suddenly energized. "Now you've stopped asking idiotic questions and asked the real one. You shouldn’t worry. Leaving the estate