All Chapters of A Trillionaire Pauper: Chapter 91
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chapter 91
Bernard heard about the accident before the evening news did. The call came while he was in his study, the room lit only by a desk lamp and the blue glow of a city that never quite slept. He was reviewing documents, routine, harmless-looking papers that meant very dangerous things when his secure phone vibrated once.He answered without greeting.“Yes.”A pause. Then, carefully choose words.“There was an incident,” the voice said. “But the target survived.”Bernard leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. He did not look angry. He did not even look disappointed.“Survived,” he repeated. “Define survived.”“Hospitalized. Injuries, but not fatal.”Bernard exhaled slowly through his nose, almost amused.“So,” he said, “he made it out of prison… and straight into a hospital bed.”“Yes.”Another pause, then Bernard smiled.“That will do,” he said. “For now.”The call ended. Bernard stood and walked toward the wide glass windows overlooking the city. Somewhere out ther
chapter 92
Kendrick sat in the corner of Adrian's house, staring out the tall windows at the city below. The sun was bright, but he didn’t notice. He didn’t answer calls, didn’t return messages, and certainly didn’t give interviews. Not a word to the press. Not a hint of defense.The world assumed he was defeated. The tabloids ran stories about a broken empire, a fallen man. Stock prices wavered. Investors whispered.Bernard Hale, in his penthouse high above the river, leaned back in his leather chair, a smirk spreading across his face.“Look at him,” Bernard said, swirling his brandy. “Since he came back, he's been silent, and broken. Prison really did its work.”Cherry, standing nearby, smiled happily, “then let's celebrate?”Bernard shrugged. “He’s done nothing. That’s what makes it delicious. He doesn’t fight. He doesn’t explain. The more he stays quiet, the more people think he’s powerless just as I've made him become.”Meanwhile, Kendrick moved through Adrian's estate with slow, measured
chapter 93
The second family lived across town. A cramped apartment above a shop that smelled of oil and dust. A teenage boy answered the door this time, eyes red, jaw clenched.“My father died because of you,” the boy said flatly.Kendrick nodded. “I know and I'm here with folded hands just to apologize.”The boy’s fists curled. For a second, Kendrick thought he might be hit. He didn’t step back.“You don’t know anything,” the boy said. “You get to walk around. My dad doesn’t.”“I know,” Kendrick said again. And this time, his voice cracked.The boy’s anger wavered, confused by the lack of defense, the lack of excuses. He called his mother. She came out wiping her hands on her clothes, her face tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.They didn’t invite him in. They didn’t offer a chair.They talked, mostly, they accused him of killing a lot of innocent people and that because of him, they won't get back their happy family. Kendrick listened. He didn’t interrupt when the woman cried o
chapter 94
There were missed safety checks, rushed audits, quiet complaints buried in files and Kendrick watched everything. From afar, he studied reports, spoke quietly with former employees, and listened more than he talked. He sat in small rooms, away from cameras, reading financial statements line by line. He noted which contracts Bernard rewrote. Which safeguards vanished. Which names appeared again and again in places they shouldn’t.Zara found him one evening, surrounded by papers. “You could stop this,” she said softly. “One word from you and the board would hesitate.”“That’s exactly why I won’t,” Kendrick replied.She frowned. “You’re letting him destroy what you built.”“No,” he said calmly. “I’m letting him show everyone how he really runs it. He's going to destroy it himself. I don't have to do anything”While Bernard ruled unchecked, Kendrick learned. He learned who stayed silent out of fear and who stayed loyal out of belief. He learned which investors asked questions and which on