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Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 218: The Man Who Did The Impossible
Everyone stood frozen.The whispers hadn't started yet. Only silence. The kind that hangs heavy, like the seconds after a gunshot. And in the middle of it all, Dr. Cross stared at the floor, heat crawling up his neck.He had failed.Not just in front of strangers—but in front of Mr. Roman. In front of distinguished people The salt and water still shimmered faintly on Mr. Roman’s lips, like some kind of joke. And Andrew—an outsider, a nobody—stood with the quiet of someone who had nothing to prove and everything to win.Dr. Cross swallowed hard.This was supposed to be his moment. The one that would make headlines. Dr. Cross, the man who saved Roman Ashton. Instead, he had spent thirty minutes fumbling with wires, shouting instructions, performing tests—and nothing. No result. No sign of progress. Just sweat and rising panic. And now, people would say he did nothing. That he watched while a man poured table salt into a glass and did the impossible.A whisper broke out nearby. A sof
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 219: Unexpected
The next day came too quickly. It was supposed to be the day of Anastacia and Andrew’s court wedding. After what happened yesterday, the Ashton family had no more excuses. Andrew had done everything they asked . Now it was their turn to keep their word. But Anastacia still hadn’t changed her mind. She didn’t want the wedding. Not to Andrew. Not under these terms. Yet everyone was moving ahead as if her feelings didn’t matter. Andrew stood outside the courthouse, glancing around with restless eyes. His heart beat a little faster each time someone entered the building, but it was never her. He checked the time again. Still nothing. He called her. Straight to voicemail. Again. His jaw clenched. Something was off. She wouldn’t just vanish. Not on today of all days. He dialed again, pacing. "Pick up. Come on, just pick up." Then his phone rang. It was an Unknown number. He answered quickly. “Hello?” “If you want to see Anastacia alive,” a voice said, cold and unfamilia
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 220: Planned out
Morin looked away, then back at Anastacia , calm as ever. “I invited some friends to take care of him.” Anastacia’s stomach dropped. “Friends?” “Can you go straight to the point?” She snapped, her voice rising in frustration. Morin's confidence oozed from every fiber of his being as he leaned in close, his voice smooth and laced with a touch of amusement. "Don't worry about that, babe. After I'm done with him, I’ll make sure he signs an agreement to cancel the wedding and leave Jashem City. That way, he won’t be an obstruction to our wedding again." His eyes gleamed with a mischief , his mind already plotting the next steps. Anastasia’s brows creased as she tilted her head slightly. There was something off about the way Morin spoke—too certain, too smooth. “How do you plan on doing that? You were the one who just said how stubborn he is.” Morin exhaled, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, as if she were asking the simplest question in the world. He wrapped his arms around her waist, p
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 221: Not as Expected
Andrew’s gaze settled on Morin, flat and emotionless, as though he were already tired of the conversation, as though he hadn't just been threatened.“I don’t have any business with you, Morin. If you don’t tell me where Anastacia is, you’ll be the one choosing which limb to lose.” His voice was quiet. Cold and detached.Morin tilted his head and smiled as if Andrew had just told a joke. “You sure do have lots of guts. But I don’t know of what help that would be to you today.” He pulled a folded sheet of paper from the inner pocket of his jacket, flattened it on the glass table between them, and slid it forward. “Here. This is an undertaking.”Andrew didn’t look down. His eyes stayed on Morin’s face, his expression unreadable.“I’m going to propose this to you as a gentleman,” Morin continued, his voice dripping with mockery . “Sign this and walk away with the five million dollar check. Or…”“Or what?” Andrew snapped, his tone sharp and full of disdain. “I thought I made it clear I’m n
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 222: First Mission
After the court marriage with Anastacia the day before, Andrew’s fingerprint was finally added to the Ashton family system.The next day, he set out to get the documents from the vault .As Andrew reached the metal door . The scanner recognized his print without hesitation. The soft green light blinked, then the heavy glass doors slid open. No alarms. No questions. The guards at the front simply nodded and stepped aside, like he had always belonged.The hallway leading to the vault was quiet. Cold. He could hear his own footsteps echo off the marble floors.He glanced up at the tall portraits lining the walls. Proud men. Blank-eyed. All with the same jawline. The same tight mouths.The vault was where Roman kept the things that mattered. Not jewelry. Not money. But papers. Documents. Truths.Andrew stood before the second scanner. This one was different.Only one man had access here.He pulled out the small case from his coat pocket. Inside, the rubber mold of Mr. Ashton’s fingerprint
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 223: Fight To Death
The next day, Andrew set out for the Shadow Furnace. He didn’t know what to expect. But he wasn’t turning back. He drove in silence as he headed to the address his investigator had given him . After a few hours , he arrived at a lonely path surrounded by silence. No signposts. No lights. Just a one-storey building deserted in the middle of nowhere . Andrew's breath fogged slightly as he parked. The wind outside was cold, but he didn’t shiver. His body was too tense, too wired to feel the air. But something about it felt alive. Breathing. Watching. He walked toward the door. Two guards stood on either side, faces like stone. One held out his hand. Andrew didn’t speak. He simply passed the ID he’d been given—no name, just a symbol. The man looked at it once, then handed him a black mask. “Keep it on at all times,” he said. Andrew nodded. A third man appeared, tall and lean, dressed in all black. He said nothing as he turned and began walking. Andrew followed. They wal
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 224: Hades Of Death
Every head turned.Four giants entered, each holding a corner of a massive gold casket. Their faces were empty, eyes blank. They moved slowly, as if under a spell.The casket gleamed in the red light as they carried it to the ring and set it down.Suddenly, darkness enveloped the hall. All lights died in an instant.The crowd gasped. Some screamed. A few chuckled nervously.Then came the sound. A low, unearthly roar that crawled along the spine like insects.It wasn’t music. It was something deeper. Older.Andrew stood still, breathing slow . His body was tense, but his mind was sharper than ever.And then the lights snapped back on.And there he was.Standing exactly where the casket had been.Hades.Seven feet of living nightmare.His chest was bare, covered in black ink—symbols Suddenly, darkness enveloped the hall as the lights cut off all at once. The crowd gasped. A low, guttural sound rolled through the room like thunder. Not music—something older. Something more sinister
Andrew Baron : The Undercover Trillionaire On Top Chapter 225: Murder In Broad Daylight
Hade tossed the head to the ground and let out a cruel cackle.“All hail Hades!” someone shouted from the crowd.And the crowd burst into reverence, praising and hailing Hades for doing what he knew how to do best.“Wow! This is exciting!” a man yelled, his voice trembling not from fear but from some wild kind of joy, as if he had just witnessed a miracle and not a murder.“He did that in seconds!”“I knew it! Hades is undefeated!”“Only one undefeatable Hades!”There was nothing exciting about what Andrew just saw, and the scene irked him in a way that crawled beneath his skin, like insects gnawing at his insides with sharp teeth made of guilt and fury, because what he had witnessed was not a fight, not even sport—it was a public execution and still they all cheered.He tried to blink the image away—the torn flesh, the severed head lying like garbage in the blood-soaked ring—but it clung to the inside of his eyelids like a second skin, and no matter how hard he tried to breathe thro
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Chapter 225 : Had I known Is A Brother To Mr. It's Too Late !
His voice, once proud and sharp, broke down into pleading. “I-I’m sorry,” Amik stammered, hands trembling, “Please… I didn’t know… If I had known… I swear, I wouldn’t have…” He looked up at Andrew like a drowning man begging for rope. “I was wrong. I was so wrong. Please forgive me. Just one chance, just one.” But Andrew didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t show the rage they had mocked, or the power they had denied. He only looked at Amik with the same quiet calm that had shaken them all to the core. It was that stillness that made it unbearable. “I didn’t know,” Amik repeated, now more desperately. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know who you were!” Amik begged harder, his voice growing more frantic. He promised anything, everything—money, favors, loyalty—but deep down, he knew it was too late. It was all his fault . His voice was shaking, words tumbling over each other, but Andrew’s expression didn’t change. There was no mercy in his eyes. He had given him chan
Chapter 224 : Dropped To His Knees
Amik laughed, loud and careless, the sound ringing through the room. “Don’t tell me you actually believed what this lowlife just said?” He tilted his head, smiling as if he had just witnessed the most ridiculous lie of the century. His words dripped with mockery, his voice full of arrogance. He spoke like a man too sure of the air he breathed, too unaware that it could be taken from him. He looked around for agreement, waiting for the others to join in, but his laughter began to echo back at him. The room didn’t laugh with him this time. There was a pause. A long one. Then a voice snapped through the silence like a crack in glass. "He was telling the truth!" one of the men shouted back, his voice cracking with urgency, and instantly, every pair of eyes in the room jerked toward the television mounted on the wall. And just like that, nothing else in the room mattered anymore. The screen lit up with the red-and-white logo of a news station known for breaking high-priori
Chapter 223 : Turn On The Goddamn TV !!
Andrew slowly took the phone away from his ear, his thumb still resting on the screen. He didn’t blink. He didn’t move. His face stayed calm—too calm. But the room around him was not. Suddenly, loud laughter exploded in the air, sharp and mocking. It was cruel. It was on purpose. Each laugh was louder and meaner than the last, filled with pride and disbelief. They weren’t just laughing at what he said. They were laughing at the idea that someone like him could say it and actually believe it. One of them clapped loudly, almost choking in his amusement. “You hear that?! He cancelled the contract,” he managed to gasp, slapping the armrest beside him. “The bloody contract! What’s next? He owns Jashem too?!” Another man snorted and leaned in, eyes glinting with ridicule. “Only the chairman can make that call. And last I checked, the chairman doesn’t wear cheap jeans and second-hand shoes.” The laughter doubled. It wasn’t just sound—it was assault. “You must really enj
Chapter 222: One More Chance
Andrew was slightly taken aback himself, though not in the way they thought. He hadn't known Amik had partnered with his company. Not because it wasn’t important, but because he hadn’t been keeping up. The CEO had begged him to visit the Jashem branch, to see the numbers, the growth, to meet the new partners. But Andrew hadn’t had the time—or the interest. He had poured his all into that company . He’d built it brick by brick. And when it began to rise, he didn’t cling to it. He didn’t need to see its shadow to know it still stood strong. He set it up to grow without him. He had built ten branches in the ten cities. Each one planted like a seed with deep roots. He had no idea the Jashem branch had grown so much. That it now commanded this kind of attention. That it had the clout to make or break careers. Andrew chuckled softly. The world is small. Smaller than pride. Still, he wouldn’t use it against the man. Not yet. He wouldn’t tamper with Amik’s contract. Bu
Chapter 221 : Smaller Than Pride
Silence fell in the room, Thick and heavy . No one spoke, not even Amik. Every man in that lounge had gone still, as if suddenly realizing they’d been standing beside royalty and hadn’t known it. Every man in that lounge knew exactly who he was now. “This is Amik Brandon, the CEO of Amiklin Corp” One of the men said out loud , his voice trembling with amazement “Of course it's him !” Another yelled in astonishment Amik Brandon. The man the whole of Jashem was buzzing about. The man whose name had been plastered across every media channel four days ago after the shocking announcement that A and U Group had partnered with him. A partnership of that level was unheard of. Almost mythical. Every tech CEO in the city had been trying for years to get A and U’s attention, and yet somehow, Amik had done it. Practically overnight, he'd become Jashem’s newest obsession. People wanted to know how he pulled it off. Was it innovation? Was it bribery? Was it sheer luck? It didn
Chapter 220 : Judge The Book By The Cover
Mr. Amik stood firm, eyes narrowing as Andrew prepared to walk past. His presence wasn’t loud, but the tension in his stance spoke volumes. To him, the idea of this plain-dressed stranger cutting ahead was nothing short of an insult. It wasn’t just impatience—it was disbelief. And somewhere beneath it, bruised pride that refused to bleed quietly. In Jashem City, you could size a man up before he even spoke. The city was built on performance, and everyone knew it. Wealth was never silent. It sparkled in diamond watches, strutted in limited-edition suits, and screamed from behind tinted luxury cars. That was the code. That was the order. And in this order, no rich man dressed in a shirt and faded jeans. So Amik didn’t need confirmation. He didn’t need names or stories. He had looked at Andrew, made a decision, and moved on. Lower class. Clearly. And now that man was stepping in before him? He felt his chest tighten with fury, the kind that didn’t explode—but boiled. H
Chapter 219 : The Meeting
Andrew decided to meet with Mr. Torino, the man Cain had mentioned—the one who supposedly held answers about the crimson herb. Whether the man could be trusted was still uncertain, but at this point, Andrew knew one thing for sure: the deeper he went into this web, the more every move mattered. When he arrived at the office, he saw five other men already seated in the narrow waiting area. They didn’t look like ordinary clients. Their suits were crisp, their silence loaded. Men like these didn’t sit in waiting rooms unless they were waiting for something very valuable—or someone very powerful. And none of them seemed like the type to be kept waiting for long. Andrew took a seat without a word. His eyes didn’t scan the room. He didn’t acknowledge anyone. There was no point in drawing attention to himself when all he wanted was information. His thoughts were elsewhere—fixed on the herb, Cain’s warning, and now this mysterious Mr. Torino. Minutes passed. He was still thi
Chapter 218 : Ten Steps Ahead
Andrew stood still, his jaw locked tight, eyes unreadable. The cold in his expression far sharper than any weapon aimed his way. Twenty guns. Twenty black barrels waiting for a command. But not a twitch crossed his features. There was no panic behind his eyes. He wasn’t thinking about the bullets or the weight of twenty triggers. His mind was far ahead. Past the fear. Past the noise. Locked on the only thing that mattered now—the herb. “I’ll sign on one condition,” Andrew said finally, his voice quiet but clear as he took a slow, unhurried step toward Cain. Cain's hand twitched, the papers on the desk rustling under his palm. “If you move an inch, I’ll order my men to shoot,” he snapped, slamming his palm down again, like that sound alone could make him feel powerful. “Sign the document. Once you do, we’ll start from there.” Andrew didn’t look at the paper. He didn’t look at the button. He only looked at Cain. And he knew. If Cain had really meant to kill him, he would
Chapter 217: Bulletproof
“I won’t ask again,” Andrew said, his voice quieter now, but colder. “Give me the herb.” Cain took a slow sip, like a man who’d already decided how the story would end. “Let me get straight to the point, then,” he said, voice slurring with pleasure. “You want the crimson herb? Prove you deserve it.” Andrew took a step closer, his tone sharp and cold “Defeating Hades wasn’t enough?” Cain shrugged. “That was the condition, Mr. B. But you see, this place?” He gestured lazily around. “There are no rules here. Rules can be rewritten. Replaced. Or ignored completely. Especially when they no longer serve us.” He leaned forward again, eyes gleaming now. “You have two options. Prove yourself again by becoming Shadow Furnace’s new head fighter… or walk out of here without the crimson herb.” Andrew didn’t respond. Not immediately. He stood still, staring at the man across from him, but his mind raced. The pieces snapped together faster than he expected. There was no herb. There never w
