All Chapters of THE INVISIBLE HEIR: $5 TRILLION EMPIRE : Chapter 21
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CHAPTER 21: Villa Azure - All of Them in My Kitchen
Trenton Alex stared at the photo on the dead sniper's phone.His mother. In Lagos. At Balogun Market, smiling, holding a plastic bag of tomatoes. Wearing the blue wrapper she always wore to market. Taken yesterday. The timestamp in the corner: 05/14, 4:32 PM WAT.Caption underneath: She still makes that soup you like?His mother made egusi soup every Sunday. Only people who had eaten at his house knew that.Someone had been in Lagos. Someone had stood close enough to his mother to take a photo without her noticing. Someone wanted him to know they could get to her.Trenton's hand — the one wrapped in Claire's bloody Hermes handkerchief — started to shake. Not from blood loss. From something colder.Marcus, his head of security, saw his face."Chairman?""Get me a team in Lagos. Now. Two men. On my mother. 24/7. No one touches her. No one talks to her without my permission. And get me Leon Shepherd's phone records. I want to know who he called in Nigeria.""Yes, sir."Trenton slipped t
CHAPTER 22: The Lab Burns
The lab burned like a paper model of Claire's future.Trenton saw it first from PCH. He was doing 140 in the Bugatti Chiron, Claire in the passenger seat, both still in what they wore at Villa Azure — her in silk pajamas and his Tom Ford jacket over them, him in a torn Dior shirt with dried blood on the cuff and glass still in his hair.Behind them, Marcus and two Escalades with Villa Azure security. Sirens behind them that were not for them.Torrance at 11:42 PM smelled like chemicals and smoke and sea air.The Sullivan Biotech R&D building was three stories of white and glass that Claire had built from nothing at 19. $2 billion in trials inside. A cancer cure that could save her mother's sister. A decade of work.Now it was orange.Flames ate the second floor. Black smoke poured from the lab windows. Firefighters were there but they were standing back. Biotech fire. Chemicals. They had to let it burn controlled.Students and lab techs stood on the street in lab coats and pajamas, wa
CHAPTER 23: The Quad Attack
Midterms week at Westwood Elite University was the one week when everyone pretended to study.The quad was full. Blankets on the grass. Laptops open. Iced coffee everywhere. Girls in Lululemon pretending to read business law. Guys pretending to care.Trenton Alex sat on the grass in white Dior.Not because he wanted to. Because he needed to remember.He bought $2 coffee from the same cart he used to buy it from when he picked bottles. The same man was there. The same cart. The same burnt smell."Chairman?" the man said, confused. "You want the $2 coffee?""I want the $2 coffee," Trenton said.He sat on the grass. White Dior trousers. Common Projects sneakers. Patek Philippe. Drinking $2 coffee out of a paper cup that burned his fingers.Around him, without planning it, they gathered.Sophia Reed, brown ponytail, glasses, law notes everywhere, knee still bandaged from the library sniper, sitting too close to him, sharing his coffee.Isabella Sterling, blonde, British-American, MBA, gol