All Chapters of Ascension of the Untouchable Billionaire. : Chapter 71
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Chapter 71. Remember Me.
"Noah," she said, and her voice was measured now, warm at the edges. "You have very large shoes to fill. No one in this room is going to pretend otherwise, and I wouldn't insult you by trying." Her hands unfolded on the table and folded again, a small, unconscious motion. "That's precisely why we're here. To guide you. To offer you what we know, what we've seen, what we've learned about this company over thirty years. That's our role now. Not to compete over history." She glanced at Michael, brief and pointed. "Not to relitigate who mattered more in 1993."She looked back at Noah."Our duty is to support you," she finished. It sounded warm. It sounded generous. On the surface, it was both of those things, and Noah didn't doubt that Victoria meant some part of it genuinely — she had, after all, been the one to defend him, to tell the story of his mother's eyes, to stand up when Michael had spoken to him like a child to be managed.But something in the phrasing snagged. Guide you. Sup
Chapter 72. Lose to Memories.
The hallway outside stretched on forever, way longer than Noah remembered from when he'd hustled in earlier with Chantel and Rebecca. Or maybe it hadn't changed at all, and it was just him, moving slower now, even though every nerve in his body had been screaming to bolt from that damn room. He'd locked his steps into a steady rhythm, forcing it right up until the door clicked shut behind him. No one saw the mask crack after that. But inside his head? Chaos. A goddamn whirlwind.He rubbed two fingers hard against his temple as he walked, this tic he'd picked up sometime in the black hole of the last three years. Like jamming a nonexistent reset button, hoping it'd reboot the mess in his skull. Didn't work, of course. Never did.None of it had been planned. Not a single word. Especially that line about the generals.it had bubbled up out of nowhere, some freak mash-up of gut instinct, bone-deep fatigue, and the icy knot that twisted in his chest when Victoria hit him with that "
Chapter 73. Nothing.
The Aldenne Grand's lounge had grown quieter in the past hour. The lunch crowd had thinned, leaving behind only the serious drinkers and the kind of people who conducted business in leather chairs with the same gravity others reserved for boardrooms. The afternoon light had shifted, angling through the high windows in long, amber shafts that caught the dust motes and turned them into something almost beautiful.Simon Vicker had not moved from his seat.He had, however, finished the stronger drink the waiter had brought him,.something amber and expensive that he'd consumed without tasting,.and was now nursing a second with the careful, measured sips of a man who had decided that today required a certain baseline of chemical assistance.The envelope sat on the seat beside him, its contents now organized into three distinct piles in his mind: the routine, the suspicious, and the genuinely baffling. The wife file occupied most of the third category. He kept circling back to it the way
Chapter 74. Who.
"I mean I discovered nothing useful. When you first gave me this job, Stone was easy. Predictable. Apartment, gym, home. Like clockwork." He paused, and Simon recognized the pause. It wasn't hesitation. The man was clearly trying to putting his thoughts in order before he let them out. "I tracked him for what felt like a week without any trouble. Digger into his past with no problem. Got clear photographs. Mapped his routes. Standard work.""Then?""Then his routine changed." The man's voice remained level, but something underneath it had shifted, a faint edge of frustration that he was either unwilling or unable to fully suppress. "In a single day. He stopped moving alone. Now there's a convoy. Three vehicles, all tinted windows, moving in formation like they've been doing it for years. I couldn't get a clear shot of him after that. Not one time! Every time he steps out of a car, there's someone positioned exactly where they need to be to block the angle." He hissed bitterly.He lean
Chapter 75. The Second File.
The first thing Simon noticed was the organization.The first investigator's file had been thorough but utilitarian; photographs clipped together with a staple that had already begun to rust, notes typed in a standard font, information presented in the order it had been gathered. It had looked like what it was: the work of a professional who valued efficiency over presentation, who saw information as a commodity to be delivered rather than a story to be told.This file was different.The photographs were arranged chronologically, each one dated and timestamped in a neat, sloping hand along the bottom edge, not printed, but actually written, in ink that had bled slightly into the paper. They were separated by thin sheets of archival tissue, the kind museums used to prevent images from degrading. When Simon lifted the first photograph, the tissue whispered against his fingertips.The notes weren't typed at all. They were handwritten in the same precise script, with observations organi
Chapter 76. Hold Up
The photograph was different from the others. Not in quality, it had the same careful composition, the same attention to detail, but in context. The timestamp was from yesterday. The location was a restaurant Simon recognized: Le Jardin, a place where reservations were made weeks in advance and the waitstaff remembered your name if you were anyone worth remembering. He'd taken a woman there once, years ago, and he had been so bored with the little harlot that he had spent the entire evening looking at his phone.Noah Stone sat at a table near the window. Across from him sat a woman.Simon recognized her immediately.The widow's daughter. Victoria Lansing's eldest. Evelyn.The investigator had attached a small, handwritten note to the photograph, the script smaller here, more compressed, as though the information required more care in its presentation."This photograph was taken opportunistically. I was at the restaurant for another client—unrelated matter—when I observed Stone dinin
Chapter 77. Brief
"Noah—"Chantel appeared beside him, slightly out of breath, her usually immaculate appearance showing faint signs of hurry. A strand of platinum hair had escaped her careful arrangement and lay against her cheek; she tucked it back with a quick, irritated gesture, like she was personally offended by its rebellion. Her cheeks were flushed—not embarrassment, just exertion—and she was carrying a tablet and a paper coffee cup that she thrust toward him without comment."Drink this. You'll need it."He took the cup. "Thanks. You're—""I'm late." She fell into step beside him, her heels clicking a rapid, syncopated rhythm against the concrete. "I should have been here when you arrived. It won't happen again.""You're not late." He glanced at his watch—a vintage piece that had belonged to his father, its leather strap still stiff from disuse. "I'm early.""That's not the point." She smoothed her jacket—charcoal grey today, perfectly tailored, armor in textile form—with both hands, a gesture
Chapter 78. No Deal.
She paused, and something in her posture shifted, a slight softening that most people wouldn't have noticed. Her shoulders dropped a fraction. Her hands unclasped, then clasped again."I'd like to add self-defense training to your workout routine. Basic techniques. Situational awareness. How to identify threats and respond appropriately if I'm not there."Noah laughed. The sound surprised both of them, it came out louder than he'd intended, echoing off the office walls."Rebecca," he said, still smiling, "you exist so I don't have to learn things like that. That's literally your job. The whole point of you.""My job is to protect you." Her voice was steady, but there was something underneath it—not quite frustration, but close. She's certainly had this argument with herself before."I can't do that effectively if you have no ability to protect yourself. What happens if I'm not there? What happens if someone gets through?""Has anyone gotten through?""No. But—""Then I'm not worried
Chapter 79. No Deal II
Michael's smile flickered, a brief acknowledgment of the tension in the room, or perhaps just a muscle twitch, before he turned his attention to Noah. "I wanted to discuss the merger. I understand there are concerns. Director Dubois has been very clear about hers but I believe this deal represents a significant opportunity for both parties. The company we'd be partnering with has assets we can leverage, market access we've been trying to secure for years."Chantel leaned forward slightly, her tablet resting on her knee. "I've already expressed my position, Sir. The risks outweigh the benefits. Their leadership is unstable, the company has seen three CEO changes in eighteen months, and their financial practices are, at best, creative. Absorbing them, even temporarily, exposes Nexus to liabilities we don't need and can't fully anticipate.""And I've heard your position." Michael's voice remained pleasant, but there was an edge to it now.A slight sharpening, like a blade being turned t
Chapter 80. First Arguement.
The words hung in the air.Michael's face went very still."Chantel is my CFO in function if not in title," Noah continued, the certainty still flowing through him, bright and cold and utterly unfamiliar. "She speaks with my authority. She is my authority, in matters where I've delegated it. And in this matter, I've delegated it completely. Her position is my position. Her 'no' is my 'no.'"He leaned back, his heart pounding against his ribs, but his voice remained steady."So yes, Michael. She should remember her place. And her place is standing beside me. Making decisions that I've authorized her to make. Speaking for this office when I'm not in the room." He paused, letting the weight of it settle. "I suggest you remember that."The silence that followed was absolute.Michael Chen stared at him. His face had gone through several subtle transformations.irritation, calculation, and finally something that looked almost like grief, quickly suppressed,.before settling into a cold, con