All Chapters of Once An Uber Driver, Now A Trillionaire!: Chapter 71
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70. Move And I Shoot!
Olga looked confused. Hearing Tyler ask her that question, does she know something? That something is exactly what she found confusing. What exactly was he even talking about? Tyler's nose flared, and his face looks like someone who is hiding something. Something Olga desperately needed to hear as soon as it was possible. With the desperation to know what exactly Tyler was talking about, Olga looked up to him and asked. “Know what? What do you mean by 'I really don't know?'"Tyler turned to Aria. His tone was sharp. “Aria, don’t tell me your so-called mother doesn’t know that we’re in a—”“That’s enough, Tyler!” Aria cut him off instantly, raising her hand.Tyler froze mid-sentence. The words hung on his lips, unfinished. His silence was heavy. Olga’s face darkened with suspicion.“Wait—what’s going on here?” She turned sharply to Aria. “What is this young man talking about? A relationship?”Aria opened her mouth, hesitated.Olga didn't wait. She pivoted to Tyler.“Finish your se
71. Search Him Right Now!
Looking up, they all saw the police officers—alongside fully armed soldiers—closing in.At the sight of them, Aria’s heart skipped a beat. Her face turned pale, her expression frozen in disbelief. Her lips trembled slightly as she took a shaky breath.“What is the police doing here? And the FBI... plus the military?” she whispered to herself, panic rising in her chest. Questions flooded her mind, coursing through her veins like ice.Tyler was just as stunned. His eyes scanned the scene, trying to make sense of the chaos. But it wasn’t just the police or the military that left him speechless—it was the man stepping forward and pointing a gun directly at his head.That man was Diego.Diego Carson.His sudden appearance sent a surge of confusion and unease through Tyler.What is Diego up to this time? he wondered. And why is he here… with all these law enforcement agents?His mind reeled with questions, none of them finding answers. But his gaze locked onto Diego’s, and in that moment, T
72. Hand It Over Peacefully, Or In Bloodshed!
“Yes, Sir!” one of the soldiers barked and strode toward Tyler.Tyler’s throat tightened. His eyes darted from Jeff to Tony, then finally to Diego.The phone was with him—but he couldn’t hand it over. Not while Diego was standing there.Diego, the Winters’ son-in-law, wasn’t just another officer. He was their eyes and ears, a loyal dog to Harry Winters. Every move made inside the precinct or within the military walls ended up in Harry’s hands.If the phone went to the force for investigation, would Diego ever allow the truth to come out? Would he stand by and let them expose Harry’s illegal business dealings?Never. Diego would destroy the evidence before that happened.That was why Tyler lied. He had to protect the phone. It was the last shred of evidence that could bring Harry down. The only man Tyler trusted to keep it safe was Lu Chen—but Lu Chen was lying in a hospital bed, deep in a coma.If this phone left his possession and fell into police hands, it would vanish, or worse, be
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Aria, seeing that things were about to spiral into violence, knew instantly she had to act. She couldn’t let Thailand fall into chaos again—not after everything they had already endured.Even though she knew deep down the cops were lying, she also understood the need to defuse the situation before it turned bloody. So, as the tension thickened and everyone rose to their feet, she quickly stepped forward, turning to Tyler with urgency in her eyes."I know how determined you are, Tyler,” she began, her voice soft yet firm. “And I also know that all you want is for something good to come out of all this. But don’t let this one moment destroy everything you've stood for.”She paused, her voice cracking slightly as she added, “If the cops are so sure the phone is with you—and even the timer detected it inside your body—then maybe the least you can do is prove them wrong. Let them search you. Don’t give them the satisfaction of thinking you're guilty.”Tyler stared at Aria for a moment, jaw
74. Go On, Arrest Him!
Diego’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the notification on the screen: Marshall’s phone has been found.A wave of excitement surged through him—happiness instantly took over. “Oh, thank goodness!” he thought, barely able to contain the triumphant grin spreading across his face. “The phone has been found at last!”He turned to Tyler, his face practically glowing with satisfaction. He didn’t say a word, but the look he gave Tyler said it all: I won.In his mind, he repeated the words with a quiet but fierce intensity—“Wow, the phone has been found! Wow… at last!”Tyler, on the other hand, was seething. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he stared back at Diego with barely concealed rage.While Tony was busy cross-checking the phone to confirm whether it truly belonged to Marshall, Tyler and Diego exchanged a silent but heated gaze.Diego wasn’t angry—far from it. Inside, he was elated. Not just because the phone was found, but because it meant one thing:He had managed to get his
75 Keep Your Eyes On Your Screen!
Jeff looked at Olga and gave a small nod.Of course, he recognized her. They had crossed paths before—once or twice at formal events, maybe even shared a few conversations at political gatherings. She was known to speak her mind, sometimes without filter. But now, she needed to understand something—something fundamental to the very question she had just posed: whether or not Tyler should be arrested.Jeff straightened his shoulders and faced her fully, his tone calm but firm.“I’m sorry to help you understand this, Mrs. Acosta,” he began, “but you don’t have the authority to tell the officers what to do.”Olga raised a brow, stunned by his tone, but Jeff continued without hesitation.“If Tyler were to be arrested, it would have already been officially documented. We would’ve taken him straight to the precinct instead of standing here and engaging in all these unnecessary delays.”He gestured lightly toward Tyler, then to the officers still standing by.“We didn’t come here to make arr
76. Proceed With The Plan!
When Jeff arrived at the ward where Lu Chen was receiving oxygen, he immediately saluted his superior. His gaze lingered on Lu Chen’s still form, and in that moment, his mind raced back to how the man had ended up in a coma. The memory of the investigation came flooding in—the one the military force’s internal team had presented to him.According to their report, Lu Chen had been spotted at the scene where Marshal was killed. However, they couldn’t provide a clear explanation of how Lu Chen himself had ended up in a coma. There simply wasn’t enough evidence to support the theory that Marshal had attacked him. All the investigators could conclude was that some kind of altercation had occurred—possibly one that spiraled out of control.Regardless of the uncertainties surrounding the incident, one fact brought a sliver of relief: Lu Chen was still breathing. He was alive.As Sir Jeff stood silently, deep in thought, the door opened and Diego walked in. His eyes went directly to Lu Chen,
77. We Are Being Attacked, Do Something!
As soon as the call ended, Diego looked up and smiled. He couldn’t hide his excitement—finally, the plan he had been secretly crafting for so long was beginning to unfold.This wasn’t just any plan. This was the plan. The one that would give him access to the phone—the only thing that truly mattered to him right now.That phone was his top priority. He had to get his hands on it, no matter what. Because once the FBI got full control of it, everything would fall apart. They’d uncover secrets—his secrets—and not just his, but the Winters’ too.He had known the risks all along. And that’s why he had taken action just moments ago, right at the last possible second.Grabbing his phone, Diego quickly revisited the steps he had taken. It had all started with the call to Perry. That call was the trigger. And right after it ended, he contacted Tony.Tony had picked up immediately. During their brief conversation, Diego learned something crucial—the FBI had successfully tracked down the phone.
78. The Breach!
Hearing what Jeff had just said, Diego could hardly contain his excitement. It felt as though the dream was already unfolding right before his eyes—his men were already in motion.Quickly composing himself, he masked his excitement behind a tone of urgency and responded loudly,"Yes, Sir! Copied!"With that, Jeff ended the call.As soon as the line went dead, Diego turned away from the doctor's office, which he had initially intended to enter. He straightened up, pivoted swiftly, and headed straight to his car. Without wasting a second, he hopped in, fired up the engine, and took off toward the location Jeff had instructed him to go to. He was more than certain—absolutely one hundred percent sure—that Tony and the other units had already begun heading in the same direction.While speeding down the road, Diego wasted no time in attempting to reach the rest of the units. He dialed the first team—no response.He tried reconnecting with the second unit. Still nothing. Just the same dead s
79. Time Is Up!
The moment Jeff dropped low to avoid being struck by another bullet, his instincts kicked in. His fingers fumbled for his phone, and without wasting a second, he dialed Diego.“Come to the scene—now,” he ordered, his voice sharp despite the chaos unfolding around him.Gunfire echoed in the distance, and smoke hung thick in the air like a storm cloud refusing to pass. Jeff was crouched behind a half-blown vehicle, clutching his side. Blood was gushing from the wound—thick, dark, and fast.Tony spotted him.Seeing the blood spurting from Jeff’s body, Tony dropped down beside him. His voice shook, but he tried to steady it.“General? General!” he called, eyes scanning Jeff’s wound. He reached out quickly, applying pressure to the bleeding with his bare hands.Jeff was still conscious, but barely holding on. His breathing was shallow, and his skin was rapidly turning pale. The blood loss was too severe—he needed urgent medical attention. Any delay could lead to severe complications—or wor