All Chapters of THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH : Chapter 51
- Chapter 60
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SEVEN DAYS TO COLLAPSE
Connor’s calm face froze slightly. The terrible news headline burned across the golden laptop screen like fire. TITAN ORIGIN GIVEN FINAL WARNING BY NUMERICA TECHNOLOGY REGULATION AUTHORITY. PAY COMPENSATION TO STEEL KHYBER BEFORE THE WEEK ENDS OR FACE IMMEDIATE DEFUNCTION. Connor’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Another headline appeared beneath it. STEEL KHYBER, CEO OF KHYBERTECH DEMANDS BILLIONS IN DAMAGES OVER SABOTAGE AND CORPORATE ESPIONAGE. Silence filled the luxurious suite. Then Connor slowly folded the laptop shut. A cold smile appeared on his face. “Not in my watch.” He stood up immediately and walked toward the glass window overlooking the glowing city outside Glenwood Villa. His expression remained calm, but his thoughts were moving rapidly. “So this is what has been happening while I was battling Lord Kharzek,” he muttered quietly. “Steel Khyber moved faster than I expected.” His fingers tightened slightly behind his back. “I need to act before this
BACK TO BUSINESS MODE
Connor’s gaze paused on the floating maritime dashboard as two alerts turned red at the same time. The glow reflected in his eyes, sharp and unmoving. “Maritime sector instability detected,” the system voice reported softly. Connor did not react immediately. He only leaned slightly forward. “Two at once,” he muttered. “Interesting.” He tapped the first report and spoke calmly. “Open Pacific MariExport channel.” The screen shifted instantly. A middle-aged man in a formal suit appeared. His face looked tired but controlled. “Good afternoon, Master,” the man said quickly. “I am Richard Greg.” Connor’s voice was steady. “Report the situation.” Richard exhaled. “Master, we have been forced to temporarily stop aqua exportation to three countries. The dollar exchange rate has become unstable again. Shipping costs doubled within days. If we continue, we will operate at a loss.” Connor listened without interruption. His fingers rested lightly on the desk. Richard continued, “We tried
THE TIME HAS COME
The luxury sitting room stayed silent for a moment. Connor finally lifted his eyes. His voice was calm, almost unreadable. “I’ve heard. Any other information?” Mr. Davis stood straight. “No, Master. I came to deliver messages as usual.” Connor nodded slightly. “No problem. You can go.” Davis bowed immediately. “Yes, Master.” He turned and walked out without hesitation. The door closed softly, leaving Connor alone in the warm silence of the sitting room. He stared at the phone for a moment longer, then placed it back into the golden box without activating it. He whispered, “They've been released.” The next morning, the sky over Glenwood Villa was pale and clean. Connor stepped out dressed differently than usual. A tailored black suit fitted him sharply, clean lines matching his composed expression. For the first time, he wore a black tie. A guard near the entrance lowered his head immediately. “Master Wood.” Connor adjusted his cuff. “We’re leaving.” Outside the vi
WHEN TITANS CLASH IN COURT
The gavel finally struck. A sharp thud echoed across the Federal High Court, silencing every whisper inside the massive courtroom. Judge Harland adjusted the files before him and spoke calmly. “The court will now proceed with opening statements regarding the allegations of sabotage and corporate espionage involving Titan Origin, a subsidiary of Wood Group, against Khyber Technologies.” The atmosphere immediately tightened. Steel Khyber sat confidently beside his legal team. Five senior attorneys surrounded him, all dressed in dark suits with silver pins attached to their collars. Their expressions carried the calm arrogance of people who believed victory was already close. Connor sat opposite them, equally composed. His own legal team remained professional and unreadable. At the center sat Head Attorney Marvin Sterling, one of Numerica’s most feared corporate litigators. Steel Khyber’s lead lawyer rose first. “Your Honor,” the man began smoothly, “this case concerns a deliberat
WHEN SILENCE BECOMES A THREAT
The courtroom remained frozen in silence after Marvin Sterling opened the black file. Every eye followed him. Even the reporters stopped typing for a second. Marvin adjusted the cuff of his suit calmly before speaking. “Your Honors, the defense acknowledges the seriousness of this case. However, considering the complexity of the allegations, the volume of technical evidence presented today, and the approaching judicial recess next month, the defense respectfully requests an adjournment for proper review and preparation before further proceedings continue.” The request immediately stirred reactions across the courtroom. Steel Khyber’s brows narrowed slightly. One of the judges leaned toward Judge Harland and whispered briefly. Judge Harland nodded once before facing the courtroom again. “This court recognizes that both parties require sufficient time to prepare their technical and legal positions adequately. Corporate litigation of this magnitude cannot proceed recklessly.” Th
ENEMIES IN THE SHADOWS
Minutes after the private jet landed at Caesaria International Airport, Connor was already inside Glenwood Villa. The massive estate stood peacefully under the evening lights while the guards maintained silent patrols around the property. Inside the luxurious sitting room, Connor sat alone on the cushion with a glass of untouched water beside him. The enormous digital screen across the room displayed financial news, corporate headlines, and live discussions about the courtroom battle between Titan Origin and Khyber Technologies. “The market remains unstable after today’s court hearing.” “Khyber Technologies appears highly confident.” “Investors are waiting for next month’s continuation.” Connor watched quietly without changing expression. The soft glow from the screen reflected inside his calm eyes while his fingers rested lightly against the armrest. Steel Khyber’s words replayed inside his mind again. Courtroom wars are not for children. Connor’s gaze darkened slightly.
THE ROAD OF NO RETURN
The masked man kept the rifle steady at Connor’s chest, his voice cold and sharp cutting through the silence of the burning road. “Step down,” he ordered. “Slowly. No sudden movement.” Connor didn’t rush. He exhaled once, calm even under the gun. Then he opened the car door. “I’m not resisting,” Connor said evenly as he stepped out. “So lower your weapon.” The second masked man spoke aggressively. “You shouldn’t be giving us orders, rich boy.” Connor’s eyes stayed steady. “Then tell me who does.” The first man moved closer and grabbed his arm tightly. “Move.” Connor didn’t fight back as they dragged him toward a black Aston Martin DBX707 parked just a few meters away, its engine already running low and aggressive. “Get him inside,” one of them barked. Connor paused before entering. “You’re making a mistake.” The masked man shoved him hard. “Shut up and sit.” Connor entered the vehicle without resistance, his expression still unreadable. Behind them— BANG! Th
THE PRICE OF THE THRONE
Connor’s shoes scraped harshly against the wet stone floor as the masked men dragged him deeper into the underground tunnel. His breathing remained controlled despite the pain burning through his shoulders and knees. The sound of rushing water echoed endlessly around them while cold air brushed against his torn suit. Minutes later, the tunnel widened into a hidden underground chamber. A single blinking bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging slightly as if the cave itself was breathing. Rust covered the walls. Old chains dangled from metal hooks. The place smelled of damp iron, dirt, and something rotten Connor couldn’t identify. “Sit him down,” one of the masked men barked. They shoved Connor toward a rusted iron chair bolted to the floor. His legs nearly gave out, but he steadied himself and sat without resistance. The masked men immediately grabbed heavy chains. CLANG! Cold metal wrapped around his wrists first. Then his chest. Then both ankles. The chains cir
A LEGACY THEY CANNOT ERASE
Connor slowly raised his head despite the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The chains around his body rattled softly as he adjusted himself against the iron chair. His chest burned from the whip wounds, yet his eyes remained steady on Conrad. “I’m the first son of late Master Wood,” Connor said calmly. “Nobody can change that fact.” Conrad stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a dark laugh. The sound echoed around the underground chamber. “Where’s the evidence for us to believe you?” Conrad asked coldly. His tone carried bitterness, but deep inside, he already knew the truth. Both he and Gavin had known for years that Connor was their father’s first son, born through another woman long before their own mother entered Master Wood’s life. They knew Connor and his mother had been cast aside because she came from a poor background, while Master Wood later married their wealthy mother to strengthen his influence and elevate the Wood family name. Everyone k
INTERROGATION OF BLOODLINE
Connor’s head hung for a moment as his vision blurred, but the sound of chains dragging against iron pulled him back into the cold reality of the underground chamber. Blood still dripped from the corner of his mouth, yet his voice came out steady, cutting through the noise like a blade. Connor said calmly, “What type of question is this? Don’t tell me you don’t know what really killed the late Master Wood. I understand your games. I’m not a kid or naive to be played or deceived. Enough of the game.” The moment those words landed, Conrad’s face twisted with rage. Without warning, he leaned in and violently struck Connor across the face. SLAP!The impact made Connor’s head snap to the side as blood splattered from his mouth onto the floor. “How dare you talk to me like that in my domain!” Conrad roared. Before Connor could recover, Conrad grabbed a whip hanging beside him and lashed it across Connor’s chest. The sound echoed sharply in the chamber. WHIP!Gavin stepped forward imm