All Chapters of The undercover billionaire : Chapter 191
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On the other side, the Emperor’s car cut through traffic like a blade.Red and blue lights reflected off the tinted windows, washing the interior in pulses of color. Inside, the Emperor, Charles, sat rigidly in the back seat, jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitched along his cheek. His phone lay dark in his palm, the call already ended—but the echo of that name still rang in his head.Arthur. Only one person had rose silently in just a few months, and that was Arthur Price. A name which shook every man in sky city to the bones. No one had seen him, but just his name alone had terrified people, and yet Darwin was dumb enough to call him.He better not be the same Arthur he was thinking. Emperor Charles clenched his fists. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, hesitating. “Your Majesty… should I—”“Drive,” Emperor Charles snapped. “Faster.”The temperature in the car felt suffocating.Darwin’s voice replayed in his mind—arrogant, careless, blind. Using his name lik
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Darwin’s cries filled the ward, echoing off the walls as he crawled backward, desperate. “Please… spare me! I—I’ll do anything! Don’t—don’t hurt me anymore!” Charles didn’t flinch. His eyes were ice. “How dare you drag my name into your mess?” he shouted, each word slamming into Darwin like a hammer. “Just because I took you as my subordinate doesn’t mean you get to shit on my reputation!” Before Darwin could respond, Charles stomped down, his polished shoe connecting with Darwin’s back like a hammer on rotten wood. Darwin shrieked, curling in pain, sweat and fear mingling on his face. He was confused. Why wasn’t the Emperor punishing Arthur? Why was he the one getting crushed? He had only tried to protect his son, to get revenge! His mind raced, panic drowning him. Around the ward, every eye was on the unfolding nightmare. Staff recoiled, jaws tight, breaths shallow. Their eyes flicked nervously to Arthur, whose calm figure towered nearby, hands tucked casually in his pockets, ex
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Jason let out a nervous chuckle, cursing Christine inwardly.Why couldn’t she just take the hint?Still, he forced a Botox-stiff smile onto his face. “Dr. Christine, I assume you’re still upset about my actions earlier. But you have to understand—I was only acting for the sake of the hospital’s reputation.”Christine shot back coldly, “I don’t care about your reasons. Leave me out of it.”With that, she turned and walked away.Jason clenched his jaw in anger, struggling to maintain his smile as he faced Arthur and the Emperor—only to fail miserably.Arthur merely raised a brow, observing in silence. He didn’t try to stop Christine as she left.He knew he had caused her enough trouble today. This was his mess to clean up.Turning sharply to Emperor Charles, Arthur asked, “What are you going to do about Darwin?”Charles felt his scalp prickle. He straightened at once. “Sir, I’ll have Darwin and his son expelled from the city and shipped out immediately.”Arthur narrowed his eyes, weighi
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Charles’ hesitation vanished at once. He straightened, gave Arthur a deep bow, and stopped walking. “Yes, sir,” he said without a shred of reluctance. Arthur continued forward without looking back. He stepped out of the hospital, leaving the aftermath of his chaos behind and heading home. At the edge of the parking lot, Christine followed him, but Arthur knew it was nothing more than curiosity, so he dismissed it. She could speculate all she wanted—Christine wouldn’t find so much as a pin on him, even if she tried. Until he drove out of the premises, Christine’s eyes remained glued to his car. What are you hiding, Arthur Price? How did you suddenly become so powerful? Christine watched him disappear down the road, her thoughts unsettled. … Arthur arrived home past midnight. On the way back, he stopped to shop a few times, making use of the card before it expired. Afterward, he went straight to his room. The moment he dropped onto the bed, his phone suddenly pinged. Arthur
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The comments detonated the moment Beatrice finished speaking.>WTF?! Who the hell is Hot Potato?>Why is my goddess singling out one user??>Is this some kind of inside joke?>No fair—what about us longtime fans?!>Who’s this random lvl 1 trash account?The chat scrolled so fast it became a blur, insults and disbelief stacking on top of one another like waves crashing without pause.On the other side of the screen, Arthur frowned.He stared at the comment section for a second, then his gaze shifted upward to the corner of the interface—his username.>Hot_Potato_001Arthur went silent.For a brief moment, he genuinely wondered if the app was mocking him.Then his eyes drifted back to the comments—now openly hostile.>Kick him out!>Probably some nobody trying to leech clout!>Beatrice, don’t tell me you’re hyping THIS guy?Arthur leaned back against the headboard, phone resting loosely in his palm. He didn’t respond. He didn’t type. He simply watched.Seconds passed.Then he let out a
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The moment the Guild Boost notification appeared, the atmosphere shifted.It was subtle—but lethal.On the rival streamer’s side, a new golden emblem bloomed beside her username. The interface darkened briefly, then flared back to life with sharper colors, louder effects, and a rapidly accelerating donation multiplier.Beatrice’s chat caught it instantly.>Guild Boost?!>That’s unfair—she called her guild already?!>Those are whales… real whales…Arthur’s eyes narrowed in interest.“So that’s the play,” he murmured.On-screen, the rival streamer—Mixty Z—smiled again. This was the last stage for her to win the prize event, and she wasn't going to let a no name girl like Beatrice take up that spot. Mixty Z had been planning this for months. Even going as far as asking her family to borrow funds, disgusting themselves as her fans just so she could win. “Looks like things are getting serious,” she said sweetly, her voice carrying clearly across the split screen. “Don’t worry, Beatrice.
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The countdown never reached one.Right as the timer hovered between 2 and —, the entire app froze.A complete, suffocating stillness.The app manger's instantly panicked, trying to get the app working again, but it was useless.Across both livestreams, the animations cut out mid-motion. Donation bars locked in place. Comments stopped scrolling. Even the background music died, leaving behind a hollow digital silence.For half a heartbeat, everyone thought the same thing.The app crashed.Mixty Z won.A few mocking messages even slipped through before the freeze fully settled.> Guess that’s it.> Guild boost broke the app, LOL.Those words however were taken back, as a golden flash tore through the screen across Beatrice’s side. The phoenix that had already descended earlier suddenly ignited again—its feathers burning brighter, its wings unfurling wider than before. The entire interface re-rendered itself around it, the color palette shifting to imperial gold and obsidian black.A sy
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Wanda—Mixty Z to the outside world—was surrounded.Not by fans.Not by flashing lights.But by faces that demanded answers.Her father sat stiffly on the worn leather sofa, hands clasped together as though praying. Her younger brother lounged nearby, pretending calm, though his knee bounced uncontrollably. Across from them stood the platform agent, arms crossed, expression sharp and exhausted.Money had been poured into Wanda’s name. Borrowed money. Promised money. Money taken from people who had believed the story she sold them—that she was on the brink of becoming untouchable.Now the room reeked of regret.“So,” the agent said flatly, breaking the silence. “What’s the plan?”Wanda laughed—short, bitter, unhinged. “Plan?”She dragged a hand through her hair, pacing. “Do I look like someone who lost? The system glitched. That freak just cheated.”Her brother opened his mouth. “But sis, the prize—”“SHUT UP!” Wanda snapped, whirling on him. “Do you think I don’t know? Do you think I’m
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Arthur was already on the move, the morning air crisp as he prepared to check on Hamas and his sister, Cherry. The system’s reminder still echoed in his mind, insistent and sharp. ACCEPT YOUR FIRST DISCIPLE AND BUILD YOUR ARMY. He had intended to do exactly that, but first, he paused for routine. Sign-ins were still important. He opened the system interface. DAILY SIGN-IN COMPLETE. HOST IS AWARDED WITH +70 POINTS. TOTAL POINTS: +80 POINTS. Arthur raised a brow, surprised only for a brief second before dismissing it. The system had long since stopped being capable of truly surprising him. The luck wheel spun beside him. DING! HOST HAS WON A MATERIAL ARTS SCROLL LVL 1. A scroll materialized in his hand as if summoned from thin air. Arthur’s eyes glinted sharply. He gripped it, then stored it in his personal storage. Small, but useful. He headed downstairs, already planning his next move. His thoughts flicked back to the card from yesterday. It had vanished without
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As Promised, Arthur pulled up in the nearest hospital miles down from the town.He guided Hamas and Cherry through the hospital doors, their bodies tense, shoulders hunched over, and looking out of place. The nurses turned toward them immediately, expressions wary. The siblings’ ragged clothes and wary eyes didn’t help—they stared at Arthur like he was some stranger who had kidnapped them.“W-we’re not hurt,” Hamas blurted, face burning red. “He’s… he’s our guardian—”The nurses exchanged uncertain glances. No one moved to stop him, but their suspicion lingered like a shadow.Arthur ignored it completely. He didn’t say a word. He simply walked with them to a small consultation room. Cherry’s little fingers curled nervously into her brother’s sleeve. Hamas muttered assurances repeatedly, trying to convince the staff, but the nurses only shook their heads.Finally, one sighed. “We’ll check you quickly, but if there’s anything suspicious, we call security.”Hamas nodded fervently, relie