All Chapters of THE ULTIMATE TRILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 121
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BLOOD MONEY AT THE CHECKPOINT
Yvonne’s heart kicked hard. “Ethan, you can’t do that. They will kill me.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “They won’t pass on the opportunity,” he said. “Five hundred thousand is enough for people to forget rules.”Margaret leaned forward, voice shaking. “Ethan, please. We already agreed. She will pay you. Just get us out first.”Ethan stared ahead. “I get paid before I risk more.”Yvonne’s hands clenched into fists on her lap. The old Yvonne wanted to bargain, to twist words, to promise and delay. But her lounge was burning, her business was blacklisted, and men had already put guns to her life.She swallowed, then forced out, “I can’t transfer twenty million in five seconds.”Ethan finally turned his head slightly. “Then call whoever holds your money,” he said. “If you’re really as successful as you claim, prove it.”Yvonne stared at him, anger and fear fighting on her face. “You’re enjoying this aren't you?”Ethan’s voice was quiet. “I’m not enjoying anything. I am just collecting my due.”
AUTHORITY NEEDS NO EXPLANATION
“Why did you stop back there?” he asked.Ethan kept his expression neutral. “I saw the barrier late,” he said. “Didn’t want to rush into it.”The officer’s eyes flicked to the back seat. They landed on Yvonne who was wrapped in a scarf, silent and stiff.“Tell her to remove that,” the officer said, voice firm. “I need to see her face.”Yvonne didn’t move. She didn’t blink. Her body turned rigid like a statue trying not to breathe.Ethan spoke calmly. “She’s sick,” he said. “She’s not comfortable.”The officer’s brows tightened. “That’s not your call,” he said. “Remove it.”Margaret leaned forward, forcing a weak, polite laugh. “Officer,” she said softly, “please. My daughter—she’s been through a shock. There was an explosion at the hotel where we lodged. She’s—she’s panicking.”The officer’s eyes sharpened. Margaret’s voice was too eager, too smooth, too desperate. Suspicion crept in like a stain.He straightened and took half a step back. “Step out of the vehicle,” he ordered.Margar
WATER AT THE TABLE OF WHISKY
The jet’s engines roared like a final warning to the night.From the shadows of the private hangar, Ethan watched Yvonne and Margaret walk up the stairs without looking back. Yvonne’s scarf covered most of her face, but her shoulders were stiff, like she was forcing dignity to stay on her body. Margaret kept glancing around, still afraid someone would run out of the dark with a gun and a smile. They didn’t speak to Ethan again, not after the checkpoint, not after the money, not after everything. Ethan didn’t ask for their gratitude either.A man in a clean black suit approached Ethan quietly. “Sir, the flight plan is active,” he said. “Destination is confirmed to land in Brookhaven. The pilot is one of ours.”Ethan nodded once. “No delays.”“Yes, sir.”Yvonne paused at the top of the stairs and looked down, as if she wanted to say something strong and final. Her mouth opened, then closed again. She turned and disappeared into the cabin.Margaret hesitated longer. Her pride looked
CASINO OF CONTEMPT
Ethan felt the heat rising in his neck, but he forced it down before it reached his face.He had walked into the casino bar to breathe, unwind, not to fight. The room was thick with expensive cologne and quiet threats, and everyone inside carried themselves like they owned the night. The woman’s words were sharp, but what bothered Ethan more was how easily the crowd agreed with her. He could feel eyes on him now, curious and hungry, waiting to see if he would beg or bark. Ethan exhaled slowly and decided to end it clean.“You’ve made your point,” he said, voice controlled. “I won’t disturb you again.”The woman lifted her drink as if dismissing a waiter. “Good,” she replied. “That’s the first smart thing you’ve done since you walked in.”Ethan gave a small nod, turned slightly, and started to step away from her space. His pride wanted to bite back, but pride had ruined enough parts of his life already. He moved like a man who had nothing to prove, even though his chest felt tight.
FIFTY THOUSAND ON THE TABLE
The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Mr lowlife, this is pathetic,” she said. “Please don’t do this to yourself.” She said to Ethan.Ethan didn’t look away from the Don. “I’m staking fifty thousand,” he said.The air shifted.Some laughter died instantly, like someone cut a wire. Heads turned more sharply. A few men who had been bored a minute ago leaned forward, eyes narrowing with interest. Even the bartender paused, his smile freezing halfway.The Don stared at Ethan for a long second, then laughed loudly. “Fifty thousand dollars?” he repeated, mocking. “You?”Ethan’s voice didn’t change. “Yes. Me.”The Don’s laughter became crueler. “You’re not worth up to five thousand dollars yet you want to stake fifty thousand dollars,” he said. “You’re not even worth five hundred dollars.” The crowd laughed again, but this time it was not as smooth. It carried confusion under it. People wanted to laugh, but they also wanted to see if Ethan would prove something impossible.The bartender join
FIFTY THOUSAND ON THE TABLE
The Don’s smile widened, but it wasn’t friendly.“You want a stake?” he said, voice loud enough to pull more ears. “Fine. I’ll stake my money. Let’s teach you what this place does to scumbags like you who pretend.”Ethan didn’t blink. “Good,” he said. “Call the table.”The beautiful lady exhaled like she was tired of the whole thing. “This is childish,” she murmured. “You’re going to lose and still act proud.”Ethan looked at her once. “I didn’t ask you to believe in me,” he said. “I asked you to stop talking to me like I’m dirt.”The Don waved his hand toward the floor like he owned it. “Dealer!” he shouted. “Floor manager! Bring the table here. Now.”A man in a dark vest hurried over. He had a professional face, sharp eyes. His badge read Floor Supervisor. He glanced from Ethan to the Don, then to the crowd forming.“Mr. Devereux,” the supervisor said, addressing the Don with respect. “What is the dispute?”The Don tapped the table with two fingers. “No dispute,” he said. “We all j
A STRAIGHT FLUSH OF SHAME
Another chimed in, “Make him cry.”Even the bartender joined, calling out, “Maybe he’ll start asking for water again when he’s broke.”People laughed in reaction to that jab.Ethan heard it all and said nothing. He watched the Don’s fingers, the rhythm of his breathing, the way he looked too sure of himself.The dealer slid two cards to each of them. “First hand,” she said. “Blinds posted.”The Don peeked at his cards and smiled. “Already? That’s nice.”Ethan looked at his cards once, then set them down without reaction.The Don raised the bet quickly. “Two thousand.”People murmured approvingly.Ethan paused for half a second, then folded. “Fine,” he said.The Don spread his arms. “See?” he announced. “He’s already scared.”The beautiful lady’s eyes narrowed. “That was quick,” she said softly, almost to herself.The dealer reshuffled and dealt again. “Second hand.”The Don barely waited. “Five thousand,” he said, voice sharp.The crowd loved it. A man whistled. Someone laughed, “He’s
A HUNDRED THOUSAND TO SAVE FACE
The silence after the dealer’s announcement felt heavier than the chips on the table. “Straight flush,” she repeated, and the words hung in the air like smoke. The Don’s mouth stayed open, but nothing came out. Around them, men who had been laughing a second ago stared at Ethan as if he had pulled a knife out of thin air. Ethan sat still, hands resting on the edge of the table, his eyes remained calm.“No… no way,” the Don finally muttered, and his voice sounded smaller than his suit. “You heard her,” a man in a grey suit said, sharp and amused. “You lost, Devereux.” Another voice came from behind him. “To that guy? Are you serious?” The bartender tried to laugh, but it cracked. “Maybe the water boy is a magician,” he said, and a few people chuckled, but it was nervous now.The beautiful lady’s gaze stayed on Ethan’s face, no longer mocking, just measuring. “What are you?” she whispered, barely audible. The Don pushed back his chair with a scrape. “This is luck,” he snapped, forci
TWO LOSSES, ONE NIGHT
“He’s bold,” a poker master murmured. The flop landed. The Don bet again, faster, trying to bully. Ethan called again, still calm. The Don’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not folding now?” he asked. Ethan gave a small shrug. “You wanted a game,” he said. The turn came, and Ethan checked.The Don’s confidence surged. “Now you’re scared,” he said, pushing a heavy bet. Ethan paused, then folded. A wave of relieved laughter moved through the crowd. “There he is,” a man said. “Back to reality.” The Don grinned wide, almost hungry. “You see?” he told the beautiful lady, trying to perform. “He bleeds like anyone.”The woman didn’t smile; she kept her eyes on Ethan, troubled. “Second hand,” the dealer announced. The Don raised again. Ethan called again. The Don leaned closer, voice low. “You came in here asking for respect,” he said. “Respect is bought, not begged for.” Ethan’s gaze lifted. “Then you’ve been overpaying,” he said quietly.The flop landed, and Ethan checked again, giving the Do
WHEN THE WINNER BECOMES THE TARGET
Almost immediately, the sound of breaking glass exploded beside Ethan’s head.It shattered against the side of his car, spraying sharp fragments across the concrete. Ethan froze for half a breath, then straightened slowly, his hand still hovering near the door handle.A voice came from behind him, thick with rage and alcohol.“Where the hell do you think you are going?”Ethan turned.Under the yellow glow of the parking lot lights stood Mr Devereux, the same Don he had beaten minutes ago. His suit was still expensive, but the confidence that once filled it was cracked and leaking. Two men flanked him, both tall, broad, and dressed in black gloves. Each held a baton, tapping it lightly against their palms like they were warming up.Devereux sneered. “Did you really think I’d let you walk away with my one hundred and fifty thousand dollars just like that?”Ethan looked at him calmly. “I won that money fair and square.”Mr Devereux laughed, sharp and ugly. “Fair?” he repeated. “You hu