All Chapters of THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH : Chapter 61
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THE INFERNO TURNED AGAINST THEM
The rifles remained locked on Connor’s chest. The underground chamber felt colder now, heavier, as if death itself had entered the room and decided to wait. Blood dripped slowly from Connor’s split lips onto the concrete floor while his breathing turned weaker with every second. His vision kept fading in and out, but even then, he refused to lower his dignity before them. Conrad stared at him with burning rage. “I’m speaking to you!” he shouted. “Answer me properly before I lose my patience completely!” Connor barely heard him. The chains hanging from his wrists rattled softly as his body swayed weakly. His mind was slipping deeper into darkness. Suddenly, a phone rang sharply inside the chamber. RING! RING! The sound interrupted everything. Conrad frowned immediately and pulled out his phone. “Who is this?” he muttered before answering. The moment he placed the phone near his ear, a deep threatening voice spoke from the other side. “Are you guys still inside the undergroun
FROM CAPTIVE TO COMMANDER
Conrad’s lips trembled violently as the gun remained pointed at his forehead. Cold sweat rolled down his face while Gavin stood frozen beside him, unable to even breathe properly. The underground chamber had become a nightmare they could no longer control. “It’s because he took over my position!” Conrad suddenly shouted desperately. “That position rightfully belongs to me!” Lucien Varros stared at him for a few silent seconds before laughing coldly. “Your position?” he repeated slowly. “That position rightfully belongs to Master Wood. There’s nothing both of you can do about it.” Conrad’s expression stiffened. Lucien stepped forward slowly, his heavy boots echoing across the chamber. “I already know the genesis of the Wood family,” he said coldly. “Master Wood is the first son of the late Master Wood, born by another woman. And she was even the first wife.” Gavin’s pupils shook. Lucien continued, his scarred face looking terrifying under the dim lights. “But both of them we
LUCIEN VARROS UNEXPECTED SUBMISSION
Lucien Varros remained kneeling before Connor like a sinner waiting for judgment. The terrifying underground lord slowly raised both palms, his scarred face filled with guilt while the black crow rested quietly beside him. Even the seven masked men standing behind him lowered their heads respectfully, not daring to interrupt the silence hanging heavily inside the chamber. “Master… please, I’m really sorry for what happened,” Lucien said in a low voice. “For what my men did to you… please forgive and pardon me.” Connor’s blurry eyes rested on him quietly. “I didn’t know this would be the outcome. They refused to say your full name, and that caused this entire mistake.” His voice turned colder. “Though now, I understand that Conrad and Gavin were playing games.” He lowered his head further. “Please accept my apologies, Master.” Connor breathed slowly through the pain tearing through his body. Blood still dripped from his wounds onto the cold ground beneath him. Yet despite his
DEPARTURE FROM SAURUS DISTRICT
Minutes later, the black Ford Expedition finally appeared on Caesaria’s busy central road as evening slowly approached. The city remained alive with movement. Honking vehicles filled the streets while crowds of pedestrians crossed sidewalks beneath glowing traffic lights. Inside the moving Ford, Connor leaned weakly against the seat with his bloodstained singlet clinging tightly to his scarred body. People outside immediately noticed him through the slightly lowered window. “Oh my God… isn’t that Master Wood?” “What happened to him again?” “Look at those scars on his body!” “He’s always in a battle.” “This position isn’t for the weak.” “He should leave this Master position before they finally take his life.” Voices spread rapidly from one corner of the street to another. Some sounded pitiful. Others sounded shocked. Connor heard almost every whisper clearly, but his expression never changed. His cold eyes simply remained fixed outside the window while the city
FRESH SCARS, SAME DETERMINATION
Minutes later, the Rolls-Royce Spectre finally entered Glenwood Villa. The moment the luxury vehicle stopped beneath the bright golden lights of the mansion entrance, the guards standing outside immediately stiffened in shock. Connor slowly stepped out of the car. His injuries were no longer hidden. The fresh scars across his upper body remained visible beneath the bloodstained white singlet clinging loosely against his wounded body. Even his movements carried obvious pain. Several guards lowered their heads instantly. None of them dared ask questions. But the disbelief inside their eyes was impossible to hide. “What happened to Master?” “Who could actually injure him like this?” The thoughts echoed silently among them, but nobody dared speak carelessly. If they spoke out of line, they would face punishment. Connor ignored every stare and slowly walked toward the mansion entrance while two guards followed closely behind him. The large doors opened immediatel
WHO PULLED THE STRINGS?
Minutes later, Connor reached his office door and unlocked it with his fingerprint on the scanner. The entire office was displaying data as usual. Huge transparent screens floated across the wide hall, displaying real-time global market data, subsidiary reports, and system health indexes across the Wood Group empire. Everything was moving. Fast. Alive.The two humanoid robots bowed slightly and greeted him in unison. “Welcome, Master.” Connor nodded and walked forward calmly, placing his thumb on the biometric panel. “Identity confirmed: Master Wood.” A sleek black high-tech laptop unfolded automatically from the central desk. The system expanded across multiple screens in seconds. Within moments, the entire Wood Group network appeared. Subsidiaries. Markets. Operations. Risk levels. All under his control. Connor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Open internal executive channels.” A soft tone responded. “Channels open.” Immediately, three CEO screens appeared one after another.
FIFTY MILLION DOLLAR BETRAYAL
Connor’s gaze remained fixed on Mr. Hutchinson’s trembling face. The older man swallowed hard. Sweat gathered around his forehead despite the cold air flowing through the Executive Waiting Area. His lips moved twice before any sound came out. “I… I can explain, Master Wood.” Connor’s expression darkened. “I asked you a simple question.” Mr. Hutchinson lowered his eyes. “It was Mrs. Margaret.” The atmosphere instantly changed. Connor’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Mrs. Margaret… my late father’s wife?” “Yes,” Hutchinson answered weakly. “She was the one behind it.” Connor stared at him silently for a few seconds. The silence alone was enough to crush pressure onto the older man’s shoulders. “So she told you to do all those things,” Connor finally said, his voice calm but icy. “And you agreed.” Hutchinson’s breathing became uneven. “Master Wood, I—” “That was extremely disrespectful,” Connor interrupted sharply. “You stood beside my father for years. You attended his
THE DRAGON ABOVE CAESARIA
Connor stood silently beside the massive glass window inside his luxury suite while the dazzling city lights and endless sea of Caesaria stretched far into the distance below him. His expensive black suit remained perfectly arranged despite the long day, but the dangerous calmness lingering across his face had not faded since leaving CloudTech. Minutes later, he walked toward the sleek desk positioned near the center of the suite and opened his high-tech laptop. Blue light reflected across his sharp features as dozens of financial charts, international market reports, and corporate data appeared across the transparent screen. Connor’s fingers moved calmly across the keyboard. “Europe is stabilizing faster than expected,” he murmured quietly. “But the Southeast expansion still needs restructuring.” Another graph appeared. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Python Magics is growing beyond projections. Good.” He leaned back slightly while reviewing reports connected to multip
THE SUPREME KING'S DECLARATION
Connor’s calm voice echoed across the massive grounds of Glenwood Villa through the dragon-emblazoned microphone. The entire city seemed frozen for one brief second before the crowd exploded into thunderous excitement. “MASTER WOOD!” “HAIL THE SUPREME KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” Thousands of voices shook the surroundings violently. Drones hovered above the estate while cameras flashed nonstop from every direction. Reporters pushed through the crowded sections trying to capture the perfect angle. Even the dignitaries sitting inside the exclusive reserved area exchanged impressed glances while clapping calmly among themselves. Connor remained still beneath the morning sunlight. His cold eyes swept across the sea of faces below him. Then he slowly raised one hand. “It’s okay,” he said calmly. “Let there be quietness.” Immediately, heavily armed security officers moved across the area controlling the noise. Orders were shouted through communication devices while guard
CEOS, PREPARE YOURSELVES
The next day arrived quietly, but inside CloudTech, the atmosphere was already heavy with pressure.Connor was already seated alone inside his massive office on the highest floor of the building. Market charts moved nonstop across the screen-designed office around him. His laptop remained unfolded on the polished black desk as streams of global financial reports updated every few seconds. Connor’s eyes stayed calm. Cold and focused as always. The speech from yesterday had already shaken the entire country, but he showed no interest in social media reactions or television debates. His attention remained fixed on business numbers. Especially the numbers that mattered. A soft beep echoed from the system beside him. “Conference line ready, Master,” the AI assistant announced calmly. Connor leaned back slightly. “Connect all CEOs under the Wood Group.” “Yes, Master.” Seconds later, multiple screens illuminated across the office wall. One after another, powerful figures appeared