All Chapters of Once An Uber Driver, Now A Trillionaire!: Chapter 31
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31. Where Is Tyler?
The young man dropped to his knees instantly, heart pounding so fast it felt like it might burst.“Please don’t shoot! Please, keep your bullet low—please don’t shoot!”Marshal narrowed his eyes. That voice… it wasn’t Tyler's.He looked closer.It was someone else—a waiter, to be precise.Realizing the mistake, Marshal dragged the waiter into the room and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it with a sharp click.“Where is Tyler?” he barked, eyes locked on the trembling man. “He was supposed to be in this room. So where the hell is he?”The waiter’s lips quivered, panic flooding his face.“I-I came to deliver his meal, but when I got here, he said he’d be right back. I don’t know where he went!”Marshal’s fists clenched at his sides, rage simmering.“So where did he go?” he demanded.The waiter hesitated, stammering for words.Marshal stepped forward and pressed the barrel of his gun to the man’s head.“I don’t know where he went!” the servant blurted out, voice cracking. “He ju
32. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Walking out of the room, Marshal slid on his gloves, pulled a mask over his face, and tucked a gun inside his shirt. Every step he took carried the calm air of a professional. To anyone watching, he looked like a regular waiter going about his duty. But beneath that disguise, he was a hitman on assignment.He knew the building’s layout by heart. The Couple’s Lounge wasn’t unfamiliar territory to him—these were the kinds of places where his missions always played out. Tonight was no different.Balancing a plate of food in his hand, Marshal steadied his breathing. He forced himself to relax, moving as though he had no intention beyond serving a meal. Confidence was the key, and he wore it well.But just as he approached the lounge entrance, a security guard blocked his path.“Spread your arms. We need to search you.”Marshal’s chest tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. If they searched him, the gun would be exposed, and the mission would collapse before it even began. His mind r
33. Dead Again?
“Tyler!”Aria's voice boomed as the bullet landed on Tyler's hands. She had wanted to come close to check if he was alright, but Tyler stretched forth his hand, warning her to stay back.“Don't come closer, Aria. I will handle this by myself!” Tyler warned, holding the part where the bullet had landed on his hand.Seeing that the bullet didn't kill Tyler, Marshal cocked the gun again, but the moment he pointed the gun at Tyler, Aria's voice echoed.“What are you doing? Do you want to kill him?”Marshal stopped in the course of his action.“Who had sent you here to attack us? Who sent you so you can do all of this? Is it the Winters?”Aria's voice boomed once again, angrier this time, but Marshal pointed the gun at her in that instant and warned, “You better stay out of this, young lady! Don't get yourself involved in a fight you can't finish!”“The battle is between me and this riffraff here. You've got no business or whatsoever reason to interfere… so, get the f*ck out and mind your
34. Stripped Naked!
“Tyler!”Aria’s voice cracked as she screamed his name, her hand flying to cover her trembling mouth.She rushed to his side, heart pounding in her chest, and dropped to her knees beside him.“Get up, Tyler. Get up!” she pleaded, shaking his body with both hands, trying to stir any sign of life.But he wasn’t moving.Panic gripped her as she stared at his still form.Her lips trembled. “What’s going on? What do I do? Who do I call?”With shaking hands, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket, quickly dialing the emergency number.Just as the line connected and a voice answered—“Hello… this is the police station—”—someone yanked the phone out of her hand.Aria gasped and looked up.It was Marshal.He stood towering above her, a cruel smirk on his lips. In one hand, he held a dagger. In the other—her phone.“Give me my phone!” Aria snapped, rising to her feet, fury replacing her fear. “You wouldn't want me to sue you! I swear, give it back before I—”She didn’t get to finish.With a s
35. No one Can Save You!
Without wasting another second, Aria shot her hands up to cover her breast, her movements swift and frantic.“Don’t come any closer! Stay away from me, you monster!” she screamed, panic rising in her voice.But her desperate words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Marshal didn’t flinch. He didn’t even seem to hear her. Instead, a twisted, lustful smirk spread across his face as he leered at her.He licked his lips slowly, eyes glued to her trembling form.“Oh... wow,” he murmured, voice thick with arousal. “Look at those fresh boobs. So damn cute.”He reached out, his hands creeping toward her breast, eager to touch them—but Aria slid away, jerking left in an attempt to put distance between them.“Don’t come close to me!” she yelled again, voice cracking. Her arms remained tightly crossed over her chest. “I already told you—stay the fuck away from me! I’ll sue you—”She didn’t even finish her sentence before Marshal lunged. His hand shot forward and clamped around her throat with crushing
36. Bloodied But Alive!
Aria shook her head in disbelief as the weight of the moment hit her. She glanced down and saw the phone — its screen shattered, unresponsive. It was already damaged. It wouldn’t turn on.Panic rose in her heart. What was she supposed to do now?Scream?But who would hear her from the rooftop?Fight Marshal?She wasn’t a fighter — never had been.And Tyler…Her eyes flicked to where Tyler lay motionless. Marshal had said he was dead, but something deep inside her refused to believe that. Tyler was her last hope.Without hesitation, she dropped the broken phone and staggered toward Tyler’s limp body, her knees nearly buckling beneath her. Her heart pounded wildly as she knelt beside him.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Marshal wiping his eyes with the edge of his sleeve, momentarily distracted.Now was her only chance.She bent over Tyler and began shaking him, desperation rising with every second.“Wake up, Tyler! Remember what you said to me?” she pleaded, her
37. Hole For A Screwdriver
Aria collapsed instantly, too weak to utter a single word. As Tyler stood over there, Marshal’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Ty… Tyler?” he stammered, his gaze locking on the bloodied figure standing before him—fists clenched, jaw tight, and breath heaving with rage.“How on earth did you make it out aliv—”Before he could finish, Tyler lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of Marshal’s hair, and slammed him hard against the wall.“How dare you lay your filthy hands on my wife, huh?!” Tyler roared, fists trembling with fury. “You want death so badly? Then I’ll give you the death medicine you’ve been craving all your life!”Without warning, Tyler’s hands closed around Marshal’s neck, squeezing with lethal intent.But Marshal, ever the provocateur, smirked through the pressure. He wanted nothing more than to dig deeper into Tyler’s rage.So, he sneered. “You’re calling that bitch over there your wife?”“I guarantee you—if you hadn’t shown up, she’d have her legs spread wide and be begging me
38. It'd Be Fun, Right?
Marshal shook his head in panic. He tried to stand, but his legs gave out. All he could do was crawl backward, dragging himself away in desperation.“Don’t do this, Tyler!” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Don’t do this…”But Tyler wasn’t listening. His eyes blazed with fury, teeth clenched so hard it looked like they’d crack. Step by step, he moved toward Marshal.“And why the hell shouldn’t I?” Tyler growled, voice low and deadly. “You’re nothing but a vulnerable beast in a man’s skin. A hitman—no, a MONSTER. You’ve killed thousands. Thousands of people, Marshal! You’ve raped women. Girls. Boys. Even politicians. Who haven’t you touched? Who hasn’t suffered under your filthy hands, Marshal Alevaro?”Marshal’s eyes widened, but no words came. Just fear.“I know who you are. I’ve always known,” Tyler went on, fire in his voice. “Since the days I roamed the streets, your name’s been top of the WANTED list. Murder, rape, torture—you’ve done it all.”He pointed a shaking finger at Marshal, h
39. The Cops Are Here!
Without wasting another second, Tyler sprang to his feet and drove his leg hard into Marshal’s chest, slamming his head against the wall with a sickening crack!“Eeeeikkkk!”Marshal groaned in agony.But Tyler wasn’t done. He grabbed Marshal by the collar, yanked him up, and smashed his head into the wall again.Blood splattered. Marshal cried out.“Arrgh!”But Tyler didn’t care.His eyes were cold. Filled with fury.He seized Marshal’s head and rammed it into the wall again. And again. And again.Each impact was worse than the last, and when Tyler saw Marshal weakening, barely conscious, he smiled.He dragged Marshal’s limp body by the collar and flung him onto the floor.The moment Marshal’s back hit the ground, Tyler straddled him—squatting on his belly—and without hesitation, slammed his foot across Marshal’s face.Marshal whimpered, dazed. But then he saw the object in Tyler’s hand.The screwdriver."No...no! No, Tyler. You are not going to...."Tyler whimpered, but before he cou
40. Master Chen!
The echoing bang on the door sent a jolt through the room. Instantly, both Tyler and Marshal’s eyes darted toward the source of the sound. As the moment tensed, a slow, almost mocking smile curled on Marshal’s lips.“The police are here, Tyler,” Marshal said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “What are you going to do now? Huh? Run? Or surrender like a good little criminal?”He chuckled darkly.Tyler peeled his eyes off the door and turned back to Marshal with a grin of his own. “And what makes you think I’m going to let you walk out of here so easily?” he said, his voice sharp. “What even gingered you into thinking I’m marching to the station with the cops like some obedient fool? Who gave you that kind of audacity?”His tone was mocking, biting—and it made Marshal’s smile vanish in an instant.Marshal had expected fear—perhaps a plea, or at least a flicker of desperation in Tyler’s eyes. But no. Instead, Tyler calmly raised a hand, snapped his fingers, and ordered:“Break the door open.