All Chapters of "Oops! The Chicken Boy Is The Billionaire's Son": Chapter 51
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Chapter 51: The Tax Collector
"My boys are here," Broman whispered maliciously. "Time to pay the toll, kid."The heavy, aggressive screech of tires tore through the quiet tranquility of Beacon Hill. Four matte-black SUVs, heavy and armored, slammed into a synchronized halt right in front of the grand wrought-iron gates of the estate. They parked in a tight, tactical diagonal formation, their massive frames completely blocking the street.The message was clear. Nobody goes in. Nobody goes out. Because the big boys were here!The smell of burning rubber hung thick in the crisp morning air. The bystanders who had retreated to the safety of the manicured hedges held their breath. The jogger with the expensive headphones instinctively pulled out his smartphone, his thumb trembling as he hit the record button. He wasn't the only one; half a dozen screens were suddenly pointed at the scene, recording what everyone assumed would be the brutal end of the boy in the wrinkled blue shirt.Richard Broman smiled. It was the dar
Chapter 52: The Bully Has Been Bullied
Don’s smile widened. With the invisible, limitless backing of the Walters Syndicate standing behind him, his words were no longer just the empty threats of an underfunded local cop. They were backed with the highest authority in the nation. He was untouchable, and he knew it.Broman stared at him for a second. Then, he began to laugh. He laughed out loud, throwing his head back, laughing so hard that he actually snorted."Oh my days!" Broman wheezed, wiping his forehead. "I am finished? Me? The untouchable Richard Broman? Oh, please, tell me, Sheriff. Tell me exactly how I am finished."Don gave a polite, accommodating smile in return. He pulled a small notepad from his chest pocket, flipping it open casually."Well, for starters," Don read from the pad, "you are under arrest for the emotional and severe physical abuse against two minors below the age of ten. We have multiple witnesses right here on the sidewalk, not to mention the bruising on the boy's neck."Broman scoffed. "A misde
Chapter 53: The Genie In Blue Shirt
Don stood over the bleeding, broken man, shaking the tension out of his knuckles. He looked at the shattered teeth on the ground, then looked up at Nathan.It was over. The estate was safe. The bully had been broken.And Nathan Walters, wearing mismatched shoes and a wrinkled shirt, hadn't even had to throw a punch.********The heavy, metallic slam of the police cruiser door echoed down the street, and for a second, there was total silence. Then, the clapping started.It didn't begin as a roar, but rather a slow, polite smattering of applause from the gathered bystanders. It was the way rich people clapped after a theater performance, soft and controlled. But as the reality of what just happened settled in, the clapping grew louder, turning into genuine, relieved cheers. The untouchable monster of the estate had just been taken down by a scruffy teenager. Nathan was a superhero to them right now.The old British delivery guy sitting behind the wheel of his Toyota Prius kept watching
Chapter 54: The Justice League
Nathan slowly knelt down to the little girl's eye level. He gently reached out, took the plastic tray from her trembling hands, and set it aside on a nearby cluttered table."I would have loved to eat this, young lady," Nathan said warmly, giving her a bright, reassuring smile. "And I am absolutely sure your food tastes amazing, okay? But I have to rush to work right now. If I'm late, my boss is going to yell at me. That man always shouts like a big, angry grizzly bear. Rawr! Rawr! Rawr!"Nathan threw his hands up like bear claws and made a goofy, exaggerated monster face.The little girl blinked, surprised, and then a massive smile broke across her face. Both kids suddenly clutched their stomachs and laughed. They genuinely laughed, a bright, pure sound that echoed in the dark, messy room. But as they smiled, their cheekbones almost shot out of their skin from how thin they were.Seeing that physical toll broke Nathan's heart all over again. He was determined to help them, no matter
Chapter 55: The 4 Billion Dollar Problem
The lights in Principal Epstein’s massive home study felt heavy and hot. It was only eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning, but the air inside the room was thick with the kind of stress that usually belonged in a war zone.And for good reason.The sprawling mansion in the gated suburbs of Boston was usually quiet on the weekends. But tonight, the estate felt like a pressure cooker. After the absolute chaos that had erupted at the school yesterday—the police showing up, Calloway and his billionaire father getting dragged away in handcuffs—Epstein hadn't wanted to leave his prize sitting in a campus locker room. He had ordered private movers to bring it to his house under the cover of darkness.Now, the Quantum Machine sat on a reinforced steel cart in the corner of his luxurious, mahogany-paneled home office. Its sleek, obsidian-and-glass surface looked cool and completely indifferent to the panic it was causing. For something that was supposedly worth four billion dollars, it had an e
Chapter 56: Back Against The Wall
Epstein reached down, popped open his leather briefcase resting by his feet, and pulled out a thin manila folder. He tossed it onto the desk."I pulled his academic file on Friday afternoon before I fired him," Epstein said, staring at the folder. "Full academic scholarship. He holds the highest qualifying test scores in the entire history of Braxton College's engineering program. Six academic commendations. And he has three pending patent applications filed under a student research waiver."Epstein tapped the folder with a manicured finger. "Filed under a waiver. Do you know what that means, Mark? It means the intellectual property legally remains with the student, not the school."The room grew even quieter. Grayson and his assistants looked at each other, realizing they were trying to hack the property of a certified genius. No, the ‘stolen’ property of a certified genius."He knows the machine," Epstein said, leaning back. "He obviously knows it better than anyone else on the plan
Chapter 57: The Owner's Arrival
The black sedan rolled to a smooth, silent stop alongside the curb. Nathan looked out the passenger window, his eyes trailing up the massive structure before him.It was a completely intimidating sight. A sprawling, two-hundred-foot-tall skyscraper of dark glass, reinforced steel, and gleaming white marble pillars that made it look like a modern-day Greek temple. Carved into the stone above the massive revolving glass doors were the bold, gold-plated letters: SMB.Standard Merchant Bank.Also, right next to the grand entrance, resting on a pedestal of solid granite, was a massive bronze statue of a man riding a horse, holding a sword pointed toward the sky. Nathan stared at the statue for a long moment. He honestly wasn't sure how a man riding a horse related to modern banking or managing stock portfolios, but he figured rich people just liked building statues of themselves to feel important.Nathan grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, stepping out onto the clean pavement. He
Chapter 58: A Rude Goat
"But don't I at least deserve to know why my account was placed on hold?" the poor old lady asked helplessly, a tear escaping the corner of her wrinkled eye. "I have been a loyal customer to this bank for decades! I opened my first savings account here before you were even born! I have attended all your mandatory cybersecurity training programs. I don't click on malicious links. I don't give my passwords away. And yet, somehow, my entire account is frozen and I don't even get an explanation?"The old lady gripped the edge of the counter, her voice breaking. "How am I supposed to pay for my hospital bills this afternoon? They are going to cancel my surgery!"Instead of showing even a single ounce of empathy or trying to look deeper into the system, the customer service representative completely flared up. She slammed her pink-nailed hands onto her desk."Ma'am, please! Enough!" the teller snapped, her voice harsh and loud, echoing out into the lobby. "If you want to know what happened
Chapter 59: Toyed With Fire!
"Young Master," the deep, professional voice answered immediately. "I tracked your location. You are at the main Boston branch of Standard Merchant. Is there an issue with your private vault access?""I haven't even made it to the vault," Nathan said, his eyes locked on the female teller who was currently mocking him by pretending to cry and wiping away fake tears. "I am standing in the main lobby. The customer service here is a complete disgrace. They are actively abusing elderly clients, refusing to explain frozen accounts, and insulting people based on their net worth. The staff just threatened to have me physically thrown out for asking them to do their jobs.""Understood," Dwayne replied, his voice instantly turning to ice. "That is unacceptable. How would you like to proceed, sir?""Find out who the CEO of this specific branch is," Nathan ordered, heating up with anger as the male teller began making crude gestures at him. "Call him. Call the CFO. Call the floor manager. I don't
Chapter 60: The Rot At The Top
For ten agonizingly long seconds, the massive lobby of Standard Merchant Bank was completely and utterly silent.You could hear a pin drop on the polished marble floor. You could hear the soft whirring of the centralized air conditioning. You could hear the rapid, heavy breathing of the three powerful executives kneeling on the hard stone. Which was very unusual for SMB, or any bank, even.The crowd of hundreds of customers, who just moments ago had been shifting restlessly and complaining about the long lines, were now absolutely frozen in shock. Their eyes were wide, their jaws hanging open in sheer disbelief.People began to whisper, pointing trembling fingers at the three older men on the floor. They recognized them. How could they not? These were not just regular bank managers. These men were among the richest, most influential corporate figures in the entire city of Boston.Just this very morning, during the terrifying nationwide financial shutdown, that silver-haired CEO had be