All Chapters of THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
SILENCE UNDER PRESSURE
Connor sat quietly in the dim sitting room, his eyes fixed on the Samsung plasma TV mounted on the wall. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence as the evening news played. He barely paid attention, until something caught his ear. “…and today marks a major milestone for De Clara Grande, one of Midland City’s most luxurious hotels…” Connor’s body stiffened. On the screen, Clara appeared—elegant, radiant, smiling as flashes from cameras lit up her face. She stood in front of a grand entrance decorated with gold ribbons and towering floral arrangements. Behind her, the name De Clara Grande gleamed in bold, expensive lettering. Connor leaned forward slowly, his brows tightening. “She… didn’t tell me?” he muttered under his breath. The female news broadcaster continued speaking, praising the success of the hotel, the expansion, and the elite guests in attendance. Connor’s grip tightened around the remote. “I’m her husband,” he whispered, disbelief creeping
MRS AGATHA WHITE
In the next second, she was already on her feet. A bright smile spread across her face as she hurried forward, her heels clicking quickly against the polished ground. “Senator Gatlin!” she called out warmly, her voice filled with excitement. The man barely had time to take another step before she reached him. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Then, without hesitation, she pulled back slightly and placed a warm kiss on his cheek. The crowd erupted. Claps filled the air. Cameras flashed wildly. Reporters pushed forward, eager to capture the moment. “What a perfect pair!” “They look amazing together!” “Senator Gatlin and Ms. Clara—this is huge!” Connor stood a distance away from the hotel garden, watching everything unfold. His gaze didn’t shift. The woman he had given everything for was now smiling in another man’s arms, glowing with a happiness he hadn’t seen in a long time. Laughter and whispers surrounded him again. “Isn’t that her fa
YOUNG MASTER?
He stared at his Samsung phone, his fingers tightening slightly around it. The caller ID showed a name he hadn’t seen for years. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then his lips parted slowly. “…Martin?” he murmured under his breath. The name brought back memories instantly. A boy in his mid-teens—always wearing glasses, with neatly kept black hair and a sharp presence, just as he remembered him from his childhood. Connor answered the call. “Martin Davis?” he said, his voice steady but filled with surprise. “It’s been a while. Interesting that you remembered me today.” There was a brief pause on the other end. Then a calm, respectful voice came through. “Young Master Connor Wood.” Connor’s brows tightened slightly. “What did you just call me?” he asked in disbelief. “I was ordered to contact you immediately,” Martin replied, his voice firm but respectful. Connor sat up a little, his expression turning serious. “Ordered? By who?” Another short silence. “Mas
LITTLE DID THEY KNOW
Mrs. Sam was already walking toward him, her steps fast and firm, her face tight with anger. The morning light hit her sharp features, making her expression look even colder. Connor didn’t move from the car door. He stood straight, one hand still resting on the handle of his Mercedes S-Class, his posture calm but unyielding. “Stop right there,” she repeated, her voice hard. “You are not using this car.” Connor looked at her quietly for a moment before speaking. “I bought this car with my own money,” he said calmly. “So why are you ordering me not to use it?” Mrs. Sam let out a sharp laugh. “Bought it?” she snapped. “And who pays for the taxes? The maintenance? The insurance? Certainly not you.” Connor’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze grew colder. “Nothing here belongs to you anymore,” she continued, stepping closer. “So get your hands off that car.” The car gleamed under the morning sun, its polished black body reflecting everything around it. It was one of th
MILLENNIUM REAL ESTATE
He stepped through the revolving glass doors of Millennium Real Estate, and the cool air of the lobby hit his face like a memory he had tried to forget. The building still looked the same—towering marble floors, gold-trimmed reception desk, and crystal lights hanging like quiet statements of power. Years ago, he had walked here as a respected billionaire investor. Today, he came in with a worn file and a taxi receipt folded in his pocket. A receptionist looked up and nodded politely. “Good morning, sir. Can I help you?” Connor gave a small nod. “I’m here for the roundtable interview.” She checked her list quickly. “Right… top floor conference room. They’re expecting you.” As he walked across the lobby, a few employees glanced at him. Some nodded in greeting, unsure if they recognized him. Connor returned a calm, controlled wave, then moved toward the elevator. His steps were steady, but his mind remained sharp. Inside the elevator, one of the staff whispered to another, “
SIGN THE DIVORCE PAPERS!
His chest tightened the moment Clara dropped the folder on the table. He stared at it for a second, then at her. “Clara… what is this?” Her voice came out cold, sharp, and without hesitation. “Divorce paper. Sign it.” The words hit harder than anything he had heard all day. Connor’s fingers twitched slightly at his side, but his face remained calm. Shock flickered in his eyes, but it faded quickly, replaced by something quieter. “I see,” he said slowly. “So we’ve reached this point.” Clara crossed her arms, her expression filled with impatience. “Don’t act surprised. This marriage has been over for a long time.” Connor let out a faint breath. “I’m not surprised. Just… disappointed.” Clara’s eyes narrowed slightly, then she spoke again, her tone colder than before. “I can’t keep living with a husband who has nothing to offer,” she said. “My brand is rising. I need someone who matches my level… someone whose influence can push my business even further.” Connor’s gaze
ORDERED BY THE KING
The entire compound was dressed in gold and red. Ribbons stretched across pillars, wrapped around the gates, and hung in careful loops along the driveway. Lantern-like decorations swayed gently in the morning breeze, catching the sunlight and casting a warm glow across the polished marble floor. For a brief moment, Connor just stood there, his suitcase in hand. “What… is all this?” he muttered under his breath. Behind him, footsteps echoed. “Why are you standing there?” Clara’s voice came, sharp and impatient. Connor turned slightly. Clara, Mrs. Sam, and Mason stood at the entrance, watching him like he was something they wanted gone as soon as possible. Connor gave a small nod. “Nothing. I was just leaving.” Mrs. Sam scoffed. “You’ve overstayed already. Hurry up and disappear.” Connor looked at them one last time. His gaze lingered for a second longer on Clara, but his expression didn’t change. “Goodbye,” he said calmly. Clara folded her arms. “Just go.” He tu
THEY CHOSE THE WRONG MAN
The faint smile on Connor’s lips faded as sleep finally took him. Morning came too quickly. Connor’s eyes snapped open to the soft hum of the air conditioner. He stared at the ceiling for a second—then the memory hit. The video call. The frail old man. The apology. Connor sat up, rubbing his face. “So it wasn’t a dream,” he muttered. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. No time to waste. He opened his suitcase, pulled out a clean shirt and dark suit, and began dressing. His expression stayed calm, but his mind was already racing. Just as he was buttoning his shirt, his phone beeped twice from the bed. Connor paused and turned, picking it up. A notification from Palacia Times filled the screen. He frowned slightly and tapped it open. The headline appeared boldly: “DE CLARA GRANDE TOPS PALACIA STATE HOTEL CHART — ENTERS NATIONAL TOP TEN.” Below it was a clear image of the hotel, shining under bright lights, followed by Clara’s photo—elegant, confident, smilin
THE TABLE TURNED
The officer’s voice cut through the tense air as he stared directly at Connor. “Sir,” he repeated firmly, “how did you acquire this card?” Connor stood still for a moment, calm and unshaken. His expression did not change as every eye in the terminal locked onto him. Then he replied evenly. “I got it from the airport authorities,” Connor said. “I truly earned it.” A short silence followed. Then Alex Jefferson stepped forward immediately, his voice sharp and loud. “That’s a lie!” Alex snapped. “Do you hear yourself? Connor Wood, earned something? This man is a fraud!” Mrs. White quickly joined in, her face twisted in anger. “He is a jobless nobody!” she shouted. “Don’t be fooled by his acting! He probably printed that card himself!” Murmurs spread through the crowd again. Some passengers shook their heads while others whispered insults. “Pathetic…” “So he’s still pretending to be important…” Connor said nothing. His silence only made them more irritated. The offi
HE WHO LAUGHS LAST LAUGHS BEST
The entire terminal fell into a suffocating silence the moment Mr. Davis lowered his head and spoke those mighty words. Mrs. Agatha White’s pupils widened instantly. Her lips parted but no sound came out at first. Her body stiffened as if her soul had left her for a second. Mr. Jefferson’s brows shot up. “Young… what did you just call him?” Connor stood still, his expression unchanged, but his eyes briefly narrowed as he studied Mr. Davis. He wasn’t surprised by the respect—but he was clearly thinking. Before anyone could react further, Mr. Davis lifted his head slightly and turned toward Mrs. White. “Good morning, Madam,” he said calmly. “Are you planning to travel as well?” Mrs. White’s hands trembled. Her voice cracked. “I… I… that’s not important. Tell me… who is Young Master Wood?” The question came out unstable, almost desperate. Connor’s eyes shifted slightly. How does Mr. Davis know her? he thought silently. Mr. Davis gave a small pause before answering, hi