All Chapters of The undercover billionaire : Chapter 131
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one hundred and thirty one
Arthur stepped out of the meeting room, but before the heavy doors could fully close behind him, the familiar cold interface bloomed quietly before his eyes. It floated there, translucent and ruthless, as if it had been waiting patiently. DAY 2 CHECK-IN Arthur’s expression didn’t change, but his pupils tightened slightly. #2 LUXURY BRAND CARS CARS ARE PARKED DOWNSTAIRS. A faint curve tugged at the corner of his lips. Luxury cars—plural. The system never did things halfway. Before he could process it further, another line appeared, glowing faintly. HOST’S LUCK IS RUNNING. SPIN THE WHEEL? Arthur didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” The response was immediate, almost eager. > CONGRATULATIONS. HOST HAS ACQUIRED THE XAVIER FAMILY COMPANY. Arthur’s fingers paused. The Xavier family. For a brief moment, the noise of the conference room faded into the background. Memories surfaced uninvited—faces filled with arrogance, schemes carried out without mercy, hands that had once push
one hundred and thirty two
The underground parking lot of Harris Group had never been this lively.Two cars sat silently in the center of the lot, parked side by side like kings claiming their territory. Even without moving an inch, they dominated the entire space, their presence oppressive, dazzling, and impossible to ignore.One was a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, its obsidian body swallowing the surrounding light, lines sharp and ruthless, worth well over one hundred million dollars.Beside it rested a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, pearl-toned and regal, handcrafted luxury radiating quiet arrogance, its value just as terrifying.They didn’t need engines roaring or lights flashing.Their existence alone was enough to draw in a huge crowd.Employees on lunch break, passersby from nearby offices, even diners from the upscale restaurant around the corner—all drawn in by instinct. Some slowed as they walked past, others stopped outright. Phones were already out, cameras flashing.“Are those real…?”“No way… that’s not a mod
one hundred and thirty three
Arthur stepped fully into Beatrice’s camera frame. His voice was calm, almost lazy. “I think you’re mistaken,” he said evenly. “Those cars are mine.” For a brief second—just one—the livestream chat froze. Then it exploded. HAHAHAHA WHAT?? Bro woke up delusional Another clout chaser He jealous fr Thought he was cool till he opened his mouth Beatrice blinked, clearly stunned. She stared at Arthur from head to toe, then let out a short, derisive laugh. Any trace of her earlier fluster vanished, replaced by open disdain. “Can you stop lying?” she snorted. “Even if you don’t have a car, pretending won’t magically give you one.” Arthur stiffened. For the first time since stepping out of the elevator, he froze. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud. He frowned slightly, then corrected himself, tone steady. “They really are mine.” That only made it worse. Beatrice rolled her eyes so hard her viewers could almost hear it. In her mind, Arthur had been neatly categorize
one hundred and thirty four
Arthur ignored the stunned faces around him.He opened the car door, bent slightly, and slid into the driver’s seat with unhurried composure. The door shut with a solid, expensive thud, sealing him off from the noise, the envy, and the disbelief outside.The engine purred again.Just as Arthur was about to pull away, his gaze flicked to the side mirror.Brad and Diva were edging backward, clearly planning to disappear while they still could.Arthur’s voice cut through the air, calm but sharp.“Where do you two think you’re going?” he asked. “We made a deal.”Brad’s body stiffened.Fear flashed across his eyes—and in the next second, he shoved Diva forward without the slightest hesitation.“It’s all her!” Brad blurted out. “She was the one running her mouth, not me!”Diva wasn’t prepared.She stumbled, lost her balance, and fell hard onto the pavement. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. In the next instant, tears welled up as she clutched her ankle, putting on a pitiful act.“P–please, sir
one hundred and thirty six
Beatrice was taken aback. Who did this guy think he was? She stared at him in disbelief, and even her ever-loyal followers exploded with fury. Who the hell is he? He dares stop our Bea? It’s that dude again. Just wait—Mr Price will put him in his place. Suppressing her irritation, Beatrice calmly stepped to the side. “Please excuse me,” she said coolly. “I don’t think I know you.” The man in the Lamborghini chuckled, his gaze brazen as it swept over her. “That doesn’t matter,” he replied lazily. “A guy like me approaching you is enough reason to skip all that.” “Excuse me?!” The livestream erupted. How dare he?! Bea, slap him! The audacity of the man left everyone seething. The young man—Chad—stood smugly in place, clearly enjoying the colorful range of emotions crossing Beatrice’s face. Earlier on the road, he hadn’t seen her clearly
one hundred and thirty seven
Chad was thrown out of the mall like trash.The glass doors slid shut behind him, sealing off the luxury and warmth inside. People passing by cast him contemptuous glances, already assuming he was one of those lowlifes who tried to sneak into Green Mall to cause trouble.No one spared him a second look.Chad dusted off his clothes stiffly, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. His face burned with humiliation.He had never—never—been thrown out of a place before.But this was Green Mall.A commercial paradise built in B Estate, a district reserved for true billionaires, old-money families, and heiresses who treated wealth as casually as breathing. Here, money without background meant nothing. Power without status was useless.You couldn’t swing your weight here.And that was exactly why Chad had been humiliated so thoroughly.His fingers curled slowly into fists.He couldn’t swallow this.The humiliation cut too deep, searing straight into hi
one hundred and thirty five
Arthur leaned back in the driver’s seat, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel as he glanced sideways at Beatrice. “So,” he asked casually, “where are you planning to take me?” Beatrice lowered her head at once, shyly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her movements were small, almost nervous. The livestream, however, was anything but calm.~ Take him to the famous hotspot on B Street! ~ No way, that place is outdated—go to Green Mall, they have theme parks! ~ Bea, don’t listen to them. Take him to Uncle Ben’s restaurant. It's high-end and fancy, perfect for rich people like him! Reading the scrolling comments, Beatrice’s eyes flickered with doubt. She had agreed to take Arthur out on a whim, driven by embarrassment and impulse more than confidence. Despite being a popular streamer, she was still a college student—no different from Brad in status, just more careful with her image.
one hundred and thirty eight
Unaware of the danger quietly brewing elsewhere, Arthur and Beatrice wandered through Green Mall, casually browsing as if the earlier chaos had never happened. The livestream was still on. And it was boiling. The scene of Arthur gripping Chad and having him escorted out replayed endlessly in the viewers’ minds. Comments surged across the screen faster than Beatrice could read. —WHO IS THIS MAN??? —THE WAY HE HELD HIM??? I’M STILL SHAKING —BEA DO NOT LET HIM GO —THIS IS A REAL RICH MAN, NO ACTING Beatrice tried to ignore them, but one comment slipped through her defenses. —Sis, if you fumble this man, we riot. Her steps slowed. Heat crept up her cheeks as she instinctively lowered her head, fingers tightening around her phone. Pretending to focus on the screen, she stole a glance from the corner of her eyes. Arthur was walking beside her with effortless c
one hundred and thirty eight
The one who spoke was a young woman dressed head to toe in designer brands. From her tailored coat to her stilettos, everything on her screamed money. Even her hair—glossy, meticulously styled—looked expensive.Clinging to her arm was a middle-aged man with a protruding belly and a shiny bald head.They had been watching Arthur and Beatrice for a while now.At first, Arthur’s calm composure and the expensive suit he wore had fooled them. They had even considered approaching him to strike up a friendship. But after trailing them through several stores, they noticed something unsettling—Arthur hadn’t bought a single thing.Not once.Worse still, it was a streamer who had offered to pay for his purchases.To them, it felt like a slap across the face. All that attention wasted. All that judgment misplaced.Their irritation festered.So the woman finally vented it.Her name was Clara, a well-known regular at Green Mall—someone whose face most luxury cl
one hundred and thirty nine: a deal is a deal
The boutique fell into an unnatural silence. Arthur stood calmly in front of the counter, his posture relaxed, as if the tension thickening the air had nothing to do with him. “I’ll apply for the membership,” he said evenly. The words landed softly—but their impact was heavy. The two cashiers froze. For a brief second, they exchanged glances, both wondering if they had misheard. “Sir…” the first cashier said carefully, forcing a professional smile. “You mean… the VVIP membership?” Arthur nodded. “Yes.” Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the registration tablet. “O-of course, sir. Please allow me.” The second cashier straightened instantly, her earlier indifference vanishing without a trace. “We’ll process it immediately.”