All Chapters of Ding! My System Turns Your Arrogance Into Cash: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: The New Owner
Rain fell in heavy sheets over the tall wrought-iron gates of the Elysium Country Club. Golden lanterns cast a warm glow across the manicured lawn and the stone drive.Nicholas stepped out of the black sedan, his plain dark jacket quickly getting soaked. He walked straight toward the entrance booth.A tall guard in a sharp navy uniform stepped out, holding a heavy flashlight. He looked Nicholas up and down, his eyes lingering on the wet plain clothes with clear disgust. This was a private sanctuary where multi-millionaires bought their way away from ordinary people. To the guard, a boy in plain clothes on foot looked like a lost delivery driver or a beggar trying to sneak a peek at high society."Hold it right there," the guard snapped, shining the bright light straight into Nicholas's eyes. "Private property. Turn around and leave."Nicholas didn't blink or block the light. "I am here to see Victoria Peterson."The guard chuckled, a mean sneer spreading across his face. "Miss Peterso
Chapter 82: The Fall Of Power
Victoria slammed her wine glass down onto the white tablecloth with a loud, sharp crash. Red wine sloshed over the rim, staining the white linen deep red. "You think a fake recording frightens me?!" Victoria shrieked, her voice echoing off the high ceilings of the dining hall. She stood up so fast her chair screeched against the floor. "We built this city! The Peterson family made every official sitting at this table!" She was acting out of pure, desperate rage. For years, her family’s name had been an untouchable shield. Losing the auction had humiliated her, but having a commoner corner her in front of her political allies felt like a blade twisting in her pride.
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Chapter 83: A Higher Power
"It's everywhere," Julian whispered, staring at his tablet screen in the dim lighting of the Peterson estate. "Every news outlet, every social media feed. They are calling it the Fall of Peterson Global." Victoria sat motionless on the velvet sofa, her eyes hollow. The morning sun was just peaking through the heavy curtains, but inside the mansion, it felt cold and dead. "Turn it off," Victoria said softly, her voice raspy. "Our stock dropped forty percent overnight," Julian continued, his voice shaking with pure panic and regret. "The board is calling an emergency meeting for noon. They want us removed, Victoria! We lost the arcade, we lost the
Chapter 84: A New Bank
Director Marsh paced back and forth across the penthouse carpet, his face pale with stress. He kept tapping on his tablet screen, watching red warning signs pop up on Orion's central computer system. "The workers are going to wake up in two hours," Director Marsh said, his voice shaking with deep worry. "If we cannot send their paychecks to their bank accounts by eight in the morning, people will panic. They will think Orion is going broke." Nicholas sat calmly at his desk, drinking a glass of water. He did not look worried at all. He understood why Lord Sterling did this. Sterling was an old, rich banker who thought he controlled every door in t
Chapter 85: The Final Shield
"Three hundred million dollars by five o'clock?" Lord Marcus Sterling repeated, his voice dangerously quiet. He slammed his hands flat onto the glass table, shattering his porcelain coffee cup into pieces. Dark coffee spilled across the clean white reports, but he didn't even look at it. For thirty years, Sterling had ruled the city's money market. People begged him for loans. Politicians asked him for permission before passing laws. He had tried to crush Nicholas because he thought the young man was a snob who needed to learn respect for old power. Now, that same young man was standing on his throat with a three-hundred-million-dollar demand. "C
Chapter 86: The Unmasking
The elevator doors chimed and slid open on the top floor of the Grand Financial Plaza. Nicholas stepped out into the carpeted hallway, with Director Marsh walking half a step behind him. Small wall-mounted screens in the lobby were already flashing red breaking news banners. RUMOR: ORION TECHNOLOGIES FACING TOTAL LIQUIDITY CRASH? Director Marsh glanced at the television, his hands tightening around his leather briefcase. "The fake news is picking up speed, Nicholas. Two regional channels just picked up Victoria's story." "Let it run," Nicholas s
Chapter 87: The Fall Of Apex
"Call the police!" one of the senior bank directors shouted, slamming his fist onto the mahogany table. "Call the federal authorities right now!"The boardroom exploded into absolute chaos. The six institutional lenders, who had been ready to back Sterling just moments ago, were now screaming at him in a frenzy."You stole from the city pension funds, Marcus!" another director yelled, his face turning bright red with rage. "You dragged our banks into a federal crime!""I didn't steal anything!" Lord Sterling shouted back, his voice cracking with desperation. "It was a temporary transfer line! We were going to cover it!"He was pleading for his life, his cold arrogance completely wiped away. He had spent decades looking down on everyone, treating people like chess pieces. Now he was the one trapped in a corner."Shut up, Marcus!" the lead lender barked. "We are holding an emergency board vote right now!""You can't do that!" Sterling gasped, leaning against the table as his chest heave
Chapter 88: A Desperate Gamble
Julian Peterson sat in the back of a dim, smoky lounge, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold his glass. The TV above the bar was showing live footage of his sister, Victoria, being led away in handcuffs."Peterson Global is dead," Julian whispered to himself, wiping a cold tear from his eye. "We are completely ruined."For his entire life, Julian had relied on Victoria's sharp mind and their family name to live like royalty. Now, Victoria was in a federal holding cell, their estate was seized, and every high-society friend had blocked his number. He wallowed in pure, sickening fear, realizing he had no talent, no money, and no future."You look like a ghost, Julian," a heavy voice rasped.Julian flinched and looked up. A large man in a sharp black suit sat down across from him. It was Boss Bruno, the head of the Ironclad Syndicate—the most dangerous money lender in the city's underground market."I need money, Bruno," Julian said, his voice desperate and tight. "I need
Chapter 89: Cornered
Julian scrambled across the VIP room floor on his hands and knees, ignoring the sharp bits of broken glass digging into his palms. The socialites who had been laughing with him a minute ago quickly grabbed their purses and rushed out the door, wanting nothing to do with a broke man marked by the mob. "Wait! Don't leave me!" Julian sobbed, reaching out toward the empty doorway. No one looked back. He was left alone in the messy room with spilled drinks and bright red debt alerts flashing on his phone. He wallowed on the dirty carpet, shaking with pure, uncontrollable terror. For years, he had acted like a big man because he carried the Peterson na
Chapter 90: The Vault Beneath The Docks
"Put the gun down," Director Marsh said calmly, stepping half an inch in front of Nicholas. The lead Syndicate mobster let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed off the cold concrete walls of the underground vault. "You think you give orders down here, old man? This is Dock 14. Nobody hears gunshots under thirty feet of stone and ocean water." Julian cowered behind the mobsters, his body shaking so violently his teeth clicked together. He looked at Nicholas with a mix of bitter hatred and overwhelming terror. "Kill him, Bruno!" Julian shrieked, his voice echoing off the damp ceiling. "He's the reason we're all here! Shoot him and take everything!