All Chapters of I Went Back In Time With A Money Multiplier System: Chapter 151
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151. Pavlov's weaknesses
Silas leaned back, the laptop screen reflecting in his dry, multicolored hair. "They’re all over the news, the journals, and the gala circuits. They have names, faces, and enough PhDs to fill a library. But they won't talk to a stranger, and they certainly won't talk over an encrypted line. They know Pavlov's reach better than anyone. They’ll only talk if they feel safe, or if they’re backed into a corner by someone they perceive as an equal… or a death reaper."Adrian's mind immediately went back to Letty. While the public might not know her as a household name, he had seen the way people reacted to her in certain rooms. She operated in the "old money" and "deep power" circles where names like Varma and Drax were just peers across a dinner table."I might have a way into their circle," Adrian said, his voice quiet as he committed the faces to memory.“That’s good…” Silas leaned back against the worn fabric of hi
152. All Eyes On You
Nearly a thousand miles away, isolated in the vast expanse of the ocean, a private island sat like an emerald jewel dropped into a sea of sapphire. From a distance, it appeared almost entirely untouched, a tropical paradise of dense, swaying palms and jagged limestone cliffs. But as the tide pulled back, the subtle scars of human presence became visible.On the pristine white sand of the eastern shore, a row of high-powered motorboats sat tethered to a low-profile wooden dock, their sleek, dark hulls contrasting sharply with the turquoise water. Nearby, a collection of professional-grade surfboards stood upright in the sand, leaning against each other like silent sentinels waiting for a rider.A few hundred meters offshore, a massive, obsidian-colored yacht remained anchored, its silhouette cutting a jagged line against the horizon. It wasn't just a pleasure craft; it looked like a floating fortress, equipped with radar arrays that hummed softly, scanning the empty sky
153. Background Check
The thin woman tapped a series of commands on her secondary console. She opened a priority channel to the Investigation Wing, the unit responsible for digging through the layers of the world that were not yet digitized. "Target identified as Adrian Wolfe," she typed. "Location: Sector 4. High-level priority. I want a full profile within the hour. Do not stop at the surface. Dig."The request set off a silent chain reaction in a separate department of the island facility. For the next four hours, the investigation team worked with frantic precision.A few hours later, the girl in the surveillance room adjusted her posture as a high-priority notification chimed on her primary terminal. The investigation team had finished their work and an encrypted data stream was pushed directly to her sleek, translucent tablet. She tapped the screen with a skeletal finger, the blue light of the device washing over her pale features.She began to scroll through the life of Adrian Wolfe. At first, the d
154. Moving Out
The girl sat in the cold, blue light of the surveillance room for a long time. She looked at the final image in the file; a grainy shot of Adrian from a distance. He looked ordinary. He looked like the kind of person you would walk past on the street without a second thought. That was the most terrifying part.She tapped a command on her tablet to save the profile to her private drive. She was not ready to tell Pavlov yet. Pavlov hated disruptions, and he hated being reminded that he was mortal. If she brought this to him without a way to kill the threat, he might turn his frustration on her.She needed to see what Adrian would do next. She needed to see if he would reach out to the three "Keys" Silas had mentioned. If he moved toward Dr. Varma, Helena Thorne, or Julian Drax, she would have her proof.The room remained silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the servers and the distant, rhythmic crashing of the waves against the island's shore. A thousand miles away, Adrian Wolfe
155. Pulling Letty In
Adrian helped Aira load the last of the heavy suitcases into her trunk. Once the trunk clicked shut, he looked at her."I can find a place for you to live if you want," Adrian said. "Somewhere more private than a hotel."Aira stopped and leaned against her car, watching him for a few seconds. A slow smile grew on her face."I'll do it," she said. "But only if you agree to live there with me."Adrian started to speak, but she stepped closer, cutting him off."I want to taste more of you, Adrian. Every single day."Adrian was caught completely off guard. He looked away, feeling the heat rise in his neck. He felt embarrassed by how blunt she was being, but he didn't say no."Fine," he muttered. "Let's just get to the hotel first."He got back into his car and followed her through the city. The air between them felt charged the whole way there. When they reached her hotel, the tension was still high. Both of them were in the mood, and Adrian didn't even think about leaving. He followed he
156. Letty's Grand Plan
Adrian told her everything he knew about their habits, their public profiles, and their importance to Pavlov’s long-term goals. He explained that his goal was to get his hands on these three. If he could flip them, or even just one of them, the entire empire would collapse like a house of cards.Letty listened to every word in rapt attention. She didn't interrupt, and she didn't look away. She processed the information with the speed of someone who lived in the world of high-stakes power plays. When Adrian finally finished speaking, the room was silent for a long moment.Letty reached out and placed a hand on Adrian's arm. Her gaze was sharp and decisive."If you want these three," Letty said, her voice dropping into a professional tone, "you can't just hunt them in the shadows. They are too well-protected, and they spend too much time in secure zones. You need them in a place where they feel safe enough to let their guard down, but where you have the home-field advantage."She stood
157. Surprise Attack
Two days later, the night of the party finally arrived. The event was held at Letty’s private mansion, a massive building that looked like a palace from the outside. Inside, the ceilings were high and decorated with gold trim. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from above, casting a warm glow over the white marble floors. The walls were covered in expensive paintings and long silk curtains that reached from the ceiling to the floor.In one corner of the grand ballroom, a small group of classical musicians played violins and a cello. The music was soft and elegant, filling the room without being too loud. Long tables were set up along the sides of the hall for a buffet. There were servers in white gloves standing behind the tables, ready to dish out expensive food. There were platters of roasted meats, fresh seafood, exotic fruits, and small, colorful desserts. A large bar stood at the far end of the room where bartenders mixed drinks for the crowd.The guest list was huge. Hundreds of peop
158. Exposed
Helena Thorne tried to pull away, her face pale and her eyes wide. "Wait! You don't know who I am!" she cried out. One of the men simply grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up from her knees. Varma and Drax were pulled up as well. They looked terrified, their expensive clothes rumpled and dirty. The gunmen didn't say a word to them. They just shoved them toward the back of the armored van.Within minutes, the gunmen jumped back into the vehicle. The engine roared, and the van sped away through the broken gate, leaving the mansion in total chaos.A man sitting near Adrian quickly reached into his pocket. He pulled out a secret communication device that looked like a thick, black ring. It worked like a small phone. He tried to tap the screen to call for help, his fingers shaking violently."There's no signal!" the man whispered in a panic. "I had full bars five minutes ago, but now there's nothing! They've cut us off!"Adrian looked at the man's shaking hands and then at the unconsci
159. The Cyclist
The silver six-seater family car was still moving through the industrial outskirts, but Adrian knew he couldn't stay in Letty’s car any longer. If Pavlov was monitoring the situation and framing Letty, her vehicle was a moving target; a glowing beacon for any drone or satellite feed."Stop the car. I gotta go somewhere else so I’ll get off here." Adrian said suddenly.The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, hesitant, but slowed down. Letty turned to Adrian, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion. "Adrian? What are you doing? We’re in the middle of a kidnapping and just experienced an armed robbery! Why are you getting out now?"Adrian let out a short sigh, looking at the dark streets through the tinted window. He needed to be invisible, and a luxury sedan was anything but that. "Don't worry about it, Letty. I need to handle this from a different angle. This area is safe enough for me. Just get home and stay with the security team.""Safe?" Letty whispered, looking at the sh
160. Instant Preparations
Adrian knew that reaching the bridge first wouldn't give him the full picture. He didn't just want to stop the car; he wanted to see the heart of the operation. Because the men in the silver car had been talking so freely, convinced that their signal blocker had made them invisible and that no one was listening. They had already leaked the location of their hideout.He bypassed the bridge entirely. He kept his legs moving in a steady, powerful rhythm, pushing the bicycle through a final series of winding alleyways. The scenery changed from industrial warehouses to a grimier, more neglected part of the district.He eventually reached a sprawling metal waste yard. The area was a graveyard for discarded machinery. Piles of rusted washing machines were stacked high, their white enamel chipped and stained. There were heaps of bent bicycle frames, jagged sheets of scrap metal, and old engine blocks leaking dark fluid into the dirt. The air here smelled of wet iron and old grease.In the far