All Chapters of The 900 Billion Dollar Heir: Chapter 61
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Chapter Sixty One - Apologies
It showed Gerald pushing past Duane, Duane stumbling and apologizing. Then Gerald slapping him across the face. Gerald's confident expression crumbled. "That's... that's not..." "That's not you?" Leon's voice was cold. "I mean, it looks like me, but—" Leon tapped the screen, zooming in on Gerald's face. "It is you, Mr. Sterling. Crystal clear." Gerald's hands started shaking. "That was a misunderstanding. The man bumped into me—" "He apologized immediately." "I was having a bad day—" "You called him a wretch." Gerald's face went red. "I didn't mean—" "You told him he shouldn't be allowed in the building." "Please, you have to understand—" Leon closed the tablet. "The man you assaulted is one of our staff members." "Your staff?" "Yes. And at Wordsworth Tower, we value respect for all our employees above everything else." Gerald leaned forward desperately. "I can apologize. I'll apologize right now. Just tell me where to find him." "That's not all, M
Chapter Sixty Two - Attack
Leon pulled out his phone. "Security? Please send someone to the meeting room. We need to release some footage immediately.""Wait!" Gerald's voice cracked with panic. "What are you doing?""Releasing the footage. Like I said I would.""No! Please! I'll apologize! I'll do whatever you want!"Leon kept his phone to his ear. "Yes, that's right. Send it to all major news outlets and—""STOP!"Gerald threw himself forward, prostrating completely on the floor in front of Duane."Please! Please don't release it! I'm begging you!"Duane looked down at him calmly. "Why shouldn't we?""Because... because my brother will incarcerate me.""Your brother?""John Smith. He owns the Greenfield Heights estate. If he sees that footage, if he finds out what I did, he'll... he'll destroy me."Duane's lips twitched with amusement. "Your brother is Theodore Sterling?""Yes. And he has zero tolerance for this kind of behavior. Please, I'm begging you. Don't release it."Leon lowered his phone. "Stand up."
Chapter Sixty Three - Reaping
Francis stood in the private meeting room, his shoulders slumped, his face drawn with exhaustion.Duane sat across from him, his expression unreadable."Please," Francis said, his voice breaking. "Please, Duane. I'm begging you.""Begging me for what?""Forgiveness. A chance. Anything."Duane leaned back in his chair. "Why are you here, Francis?""Because my life is falling apart. Because my sister's bankrupt. Because our family has nothing left.""And you think I can help you?""I know you can."Duane's eyes narrowed. "So you're only here because Gloria has nothing now. If she still had money, you wouldn't be here, would you?"Francis flinched. "That's not—""That's not what? True?"Francis looked down at his hands. "I won't lie. Part of me is here because things are desperate. But that's not the only reason.""Then what's the other reason?""Because I've been thinking. About everything we did to you. Everything Gloria did. Everything our parents did."Francis's voice shook. "It was
Chapter Sixty Three - Help!
Gloria sat on her worn couch, her phone pressed to her ear, listening to the ringing tone with growing impatience.Finally, a smooth male voice answered."Gloria? Is that really you?""Hello, Charlie.""Well, well, well. I haven't heard from you in what, three years? What's the occasion?"Charlie's voice was light, almost mocking, like he was enjoying some private joke.Gloria swallowed her pride. "I need your help.""My help? That's interesting. Last time we spoke, you told me I was beneath you.""Things have changed.""Clearly. What do you need?""There's someone I need you to deal with."Charlie laughed, the sound echoing through the phone. "Deal with? You make it sound so dramatic. Who is this mysterious person?""The owner of Wordsworth Tower."The laughter stopped abruptly.Then it returned, louder this time. "You want me to deal with Mrs. Wealthy Nobody? Are you insane?"Gloria's jaw clenched. "You were always a weak man, Charlie. I should have known better than to call you."T
Chapter Sixty Four - The Golf Course
Duane stood at the edge of the golf course, watching John Smith line up his shot.The afternoon sun was warm, the grass perfectly manicured, the air filled with the quiet sounds of wealth and leisure.He didn't particularly care about golf, but John had been insistent that morning when he'd called."You need to attend social gatherings, Mr. Wordsworth. Meet new people. Build your network."Duane had resisted at first, but John had made a good point."I can tell you're new to being rich. The way you carry yourself, the way you interact with people. It's not a bad thing, but it makes you vulnerable. People will take advantage if you don't know how to navigate their world."The words had stung a bit, but Duane knew they were true.Having Catherine Hartwell as an ally was valuable, but he needed more connections, preferably across different sectors of business and politics.John took his swing, the ball sailing cleanly across the green."Beautiful," he said with satisfaction.Duane nodded
Chapter Sixty Six - What a Mistake
Duane turned around sharply, the golf bag still in his hands, his eyes blazing with anger. "What did you just say?" Graham blinked in surprise. "I told you to take my bag to the clubhouse." "I'm not your servant's." "Then what are you doing here?" Before Duane could respond, a figure moved past him with frightening speed. Leon grabbed Graham by the collar and slammed him down onto the grass. Graham hit the ground hard, the air rushing out of his lungs in a shocked gasp. "What the hell!" Graham wheezed, struggling to get up. Leon stood over him, his expression cold and controlled. Graham scrambled to his feet, his face purple with rage. "How dare you! How dare a wretch like you put your hands on me!" He pulled out his phone. "I'm calling the police! You're going to be arrested for assault!" John stepped forward quickly. "Graham , wait, you don't understand—" "I understand perfectly! This man attacked me! I want him arrested immediately!" "Graham, please, just
Chapter Sixty Seven - The Wager
"Why not?" "Because you'll slow us down. Beginners always do." Duane selected a club from the bag. "How about we make it interesting?" "What do you mean?" "A wager. Just between you and me." Graham's s eyes lit up with interest. "What kind of wager?" "A simple golf game. Three shots each. First person to hit that target wins." Duane pointed to a flag about two hundred yards away. "And what are the stakes?" Grahan asked. "If I win, you bow before me, lick my feet, and leave this golf course immediately." Graham burst out laughing. "And if I win?" "I do the same. And I'll have Leon spank me publicly." Graham's laughter grew louder. "You're serious?" "Completely serious." "This is too easy. I accept." John looked worried. "Mr. Wordsworth, are you sure about this?" "Very sure." Graham rubbed his hands together eagerly. "This is going to be entertaining. I'll go first." He set up his shot carefully, taking his time to line up the angle. Then he swung. T
Chapter Sixty Eight - The Test
Gloria stood outside the hotel room door, smoothing down her dress and taking a deep breath.She knew what Charlie was capable of, knew his reputation as a womanizer who'd take advantage of any situation that benefited him.But she needed his help desperately enough to risk it.She knocked.The door opened immediately, and Charlie stood there in a crisp suit, his blonde hair perfectly styled, his expression unreadable."Gloria. Right on time.""Hello, Charlie."He stepped aside to let her enter.The suite was elegant and spacious with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, expensive furniture arranged tastefully throughout the room.Charlie gestured to a chair near the window. "Please, sit."Gloria sat down, watching him carefully.He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her before sitting across from her, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and calculating."So," he said, taking a sip of wine. "Tell me about Duane Wordsworth.""What do you want to know?""Everythin
Chapter Sixty Nine - Out of Hand
Gloria pushed open the apartment door and stopped in surprise.Her entire family was gathered in the living room, her mother sitting on the couch with Francis beside her, her father in the old armchair by the window.They all looked up when she entered."You're all here," Gloria said, a smile breaking across her tired face.Her mother stood and walked over to hug her. "We thought we should spend the evening together as a family."Gloria hugged her back tightly, feeling tears prick at her eyes. For the first time in weeks, something felt normal. She sat down on the couch, and her mother took her hand."I have good news," her mother said, her voice hopeful. "Mrs. Chen called me today. She's willing to give us a loan."Gloria's heart lifted. "Really? How much?""Five thousand dollars. It's not a lot, but it'll help us get through the next month.""That's wonderful, Mom."Her father cleared his throat from his chair. "I have news too."Everyone turned to look at him."My old friend Payto
Chapter Seventy - Disappearing
Gloria woke to the sound of her father's raised voice.She sat up in bed, her heart already racing with anxiety before she even knew what was wrong.Through the thin walls of the apartment, she could hear him talking on the phone in the living room."But Richard, you promised! You said the job was Francis's if he wanted it!"There was a pause."What do you mean you can't explain? We've been friends for twenty years!"Another pause, longer this time."Richard, please, just tell me what happened. Did someone pressure you? Did someone threaten you?"Gloria threw off her blanket and rushed out of her bedroom.Her father stood in the middle of the living room, his face red, his hand gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles had turned white."Fine! Don't help us then! See if I ever help you again!"He threw the phone onto the couch, breathing heavily.Gloria's mother emerged from the kitchen, her face pale. "What happened?""Richard withdrew the job offer. Just like that. No explanation,