2025-10-21 02:17:33Ava stood with her arms folded, smirking like she had just won a war.
“I told you,” she said, tossing her hair proudly. “He’s just a scammer pretending to be rich. Look at him! Does he look like someone who owns even ten thousand?”
The manager, Mr. Donovan, nodded sharply. “The evidence is clear enough. He’s carrying a stolen card. Arrest him and take him out of here before he causes more trouble.”
Darren’s chest tightened. He looked from one angry face to another, feeling his stomach twist painfully. “Please,” he said in a calm but shaky voice. “You’re making a mistake. I didn’t steal this card. I can prove it’s mine.”
One of the officers frowned. “And how will you prove that?”
“Let me use the card,” Darren said. “If I’m lying, the machine won’t let me access anything. I know the PIN. I can prove I’m the owner.”
The manager rolled his eyes. “Oh, this will be good,” he said sarcastically. “Fine then, let’s see your big act. Go ahead and embarrass yourself further.”
The officer holding Darren’s arm hesitated, then loosened his grip slightly. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll let him try. If he fails, we’re taking him in.”
Ava smirked. “He’ll fail. They always do.”
Darren’s heart pounded in his chest, but he nodded. “Fine. Just give me one chance.”
The officer gestured toward the secured section of the floor — a small, private room with glass walls and a single ATM-like machine inside. It was where elite clients made private transactions. “We’ll do it there,” he said firmly. “You’ve got one try.”
The manager and Ava followed eagerly, their eyes gleaming with excitement, ready to see him humiliated again. Darren walked ahead quietly, holding the black card tightly.
“Go ahead,” Ava said mockingly. “Let’s see how far your lies can go.”
Darren ignored her and slid the card into the slot. The screen lit up immediately with a faint beep.
PLEASE ENTER PIN.
He exhaled, trying to calm himself. The officers stood behind him. The manager stood with his hands crossed, tapping his foot impatiently. Ava leaned slightly against the glass wall, whispering to herself, “This will be funny.”
Darren began typing the numbers carefully, 7… 6… and just as he reached the last two digits, one of the officers muttered something behind him.
“Don’t waste our time.”
Distracted, Darren pressed the two final numbers too quickly — 3,1 instead of 1,3.
The machine blinked red instantly.
INVALID PIN.
A loud beep filled the room, followed by a flashing red light above the screen.
Ava burst out laughing. “I knew it!” she said loudly. “He can’t even guess a PIN right. What a joke!”
The manager stepped forward, shaking his head. “That’s enough proof. Arrest him.”
“Wait—please!” Darren turned quickly. “That was a mistake. Just one more try. I pressed the wrong digit.”
The officer hesitated, but the manager raised his hand. “No second tries for thieves,” he snapped. “Do you think this is a game? He tried to break into a billionaire’s account.”
“I didn’t!” Darren’s voice cracked slightly. “Just one more try, please. You’ll see.”
Ava scoffed. “Oh, enough! You’ve wasted enough of our time. Officer, take him.”
Before Darren could say another word, the officer grabbed his wrist roughly and twisted it behind his back. The cold metal of the handcuffs touched his skin.
“You’re under arrest for attempted fraud,” the officer said flatly.
People from the nearby offices had started gathering by the glass wall.
Darren struggled slightly. “Let me go! I can prove it, please just let me try again!”
The officer ignored him. The manager smiled thinly. “You should have walked away when you had the chance.”
Ava smirked proudly. “Told you, sir. I could smell trouble from the start.”
The officer started dragging Darren toward the door. His mind was spinning, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. The humiliation, the disbelief, the way everyone looked at him like trash — it all came rushing back.
But then something inside him snapped.
He pulled hard, freeing his arm from the officer’s grip, and turned sharply toward the machine. “If I’m lying,” he shouted, “the card won’t work! Just let me try again!”
Before anyone could stop him, he rushed back to the machine, slid the card in again, and quickly typed 7-6-1-3.
The room froze.
For a second, nothing happened. Then the machine beeped softly… once, twice, and then the entire screen turned green.
ACCESS GRANTED.
Everyone stared in shock. Ava’s jaw dropped. The manager’s eyes widened. Even the officer took a step back.
On the screen, new words appeared:
PLEASE PLACE YOUR FINGER FOR IDENTITY VERIFICATION.
Darren turned around slowly, breathing heavily. “You see? I told you it was mine.”
The manager frowned, still in disbelief. “That doesn’t mean anything. You probably stole the card and the PIN from someone else.”
He stepped forward and grabbed Darren’s wrist before he could move. “You think you’re clever, huh? But look at your hands! Rough, dry, full of scars. You think any millionaire would have hands like that?”
Ava folded her arms. “Exactly. He probably works construction or delivery. No rich man’s ever done a day of hard work.”
The officer hesitated, glancing between them. “Still,” he said quietly, “he did enter the right PIN.”
The manager ignored him. “He’s bluffing. Don’t let him fool you.”
Darren took a deep breath and pulled his hand free. “Then let’s end the argument,” he said firmly. “Let me do the fingerprint test.”
He placed his thumb gently on the glass pad.
The machine scanned for a few seconds. Then a soft chime echoed through the room, followed by a blue flash across the screen.
IDENTITY VERIFIED.
Everyone froze.
The words on the screen grew clearer.
WELCOME BACK, JEREMIAH DARREN HILTON.
CHECKING ACCOUNT BALANCE…The room was silent except for the faint hum of the machine. Darren stared at the screen, his chest rising and falling. A small smile crept across his face. He remembered his grandfather showing him the app last night — how he had updated Darren’s name officially to include his birth name Darren.
The numbers began to appear on the screen.
$100,000… $500,000… $1,000,000… $10,000,000… $50,000,000
The figures climbed higher and higher, faster than anyone could count.
$500,000,000…. $1,000,000,000…. $10,000,000,000… $100,000,000,000
Ava’s lips parted, her face turning pale. The manager’s mouth hung open. The officer took a step back, his hand slowly dropping from his belt.
The numbers didn’t stop.
$300,000,000,000… $500,000,000,000… $700,000,000,000
Then the screen froze.
AVAILABLE BALANCE: $700,000,000,000.00
The silence that followed was deafening.
No one moved. No one breathed.
Darren turned around slowly, his expression calm, almost cold. He looked at Ava first, who was still staring at the screen like it was a ghost. Then he looked at the manager, whose face was now drenched in sweat.
“Can I withdraw my money now?” Darren asked quietly. His tone was polite, but the weight of it made everyone in the room flinch.
The officer quickly stepped back. “I—I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered. “We didn’t know—”
Ava’s lips trembled. “S-sir, I didn’t mean—”
Darren held up a hand to stop her.
The manager swallowed hard and wiped his forehead. His voice shook when he spoke. “M-Mr. Hilton, sir, I deeply apologize. We made a terrible mistake. Please, forgive us. I’ll make sure everyone involved is disciplined.”
Ava quickly added, her voice cracking, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to insult you. I thought you were—”
“A cleaner?” Darren finished for her. “Yes, I know.”
She looked down, ashamed.
The manager bent slightly, almost bowing. “Please don’t report this incident to headquarters, sir. It would ruin our reputation.”
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Darren slowly lowered the phone.“So it’s him…” he muttered under his breath.His gaze drifted toward the elevator where Agnes, Juliet, and the middle-aged man had disappeared minutes earlier. His eyes gradually darkened as the realization settled in his mind.Matt Shane.Not only was the man entertaining women in his office during work hours, he was also Vale’s accomplice—the very man helping siphon billions from the Hilton family company.Darren’s grip tightened around the mop handle.“So the money they’re stealing from the company… that’s what he’s spending on these two shameless girls.”His blood boiled instantly.The thought of his grandfather working for decades to build this company into what it was today, only for corrupt men like Vale and Shane to squander the money on wine, luxury cars, and college mistresses, made Darren’s jaw clench painfully.But instead of frowning, what better way to express his anger than by making sure these two paid for what they had done?But for th
CHAPTER 168
Darren’s brows slowly knitted together as the two girls stepped into the lobby.“Agnes and Juliet?” he muttered under his breath.These two girls were among the popular girls on campus. Their reputation preceded them everywhere they went. If someone mentioned flashy clothes, designer handbags, or expensive perfumes on campus, their names would definitely come up.They exchanged designer outfits almost every day like it was a normal routine. Today it would be a Louis Vuitton bag. Tomorrow it would be a Dior clutch. The next day, a Chanel purse would mysteriously appear.Very few female students could compete with them when it came to flaunting material things.Nobody except Darren actually knew where they sourced money to be able to afford all these luxurious items.Which was the reason the two girls hated him so much. Their hatred toward him wasn’t random.Months ago, when Darren was still working as a delivery boy, one of his errands had accidentally led him to a luxury hotel across
CHAPTER 167
Darren lowered his head slightly and forced a grateful expression onto his face.“Thank you very much, sir,” he said with exaggerated excitement. “I promise I won’t disappoint you.”The manager, Mr. Vale, waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing away an annoying fly. “Yes, yes. Just do your job and don’t cause trouble.”Darren nodded repeatedly, like someone who had just been given the opportunity of a lifetime.“Of course, sir. Thank you again.”Inside, however, he felt disgust.This man was sitting in an office built by his grandfather’s sweat and intelligence, drinking wine worth nearly a million dollars before noon, openly confessing to stealing billions, and behaving like a shameless animal with his secretary.At that moment, Vale’s phone rang on the desk.He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly before answering lazily.“Yes?”A nervous voice came from the other side of the line.“Sir, this is Martin from the operations department. I’m calling to remind you that the admi
CHAPTER 166
The receptionist’s lips curled even further when Darren handed the form back to her.She looked at it briefly, then at him, and let out a dry scoff.“Well, janitor,” she said loudly, ensuring a few nearby employees could hear her, “the moment I saw you, I knew you were a janitor.”Darren’s fingers tightened slightly at his sides, but his face remained calm. The receptionist was not being nice.Why do all receptionists have to be like that?She leaned back in her chair. “Go to the waiting area. I’ll inform you when the manager asks for you.”Her tone carried an invisible insult — as if she were doing him a huge favor just by allowing him to stand inside the building.Darren nodded politely. “Thank you.”He walked toward the waiting area and took a seat on one of the plush leather chairs arranged neatly around a glass table.Behind him, the receptionist resumed typing aggressively on her keyboard.After a few moments, she raised her head. When her eyes landed on Darren, her face darkene
CHAPTER 165
Darren didn’t hang around to listen to their apologies. In fact, he didn’t need them. These punks had ruined his entire day.He walked to a table in the corner of the room, grabbed his backpack, and threw it around his shoulders, then headed toward the door.But before walking out, he turned and shot Boss Manex a glance, causing the crime lord to shiver slightly.“If I see these boys going around causing trouble instead of being in school, I’ll come back here, and you wouldn’t want to see me.”“Ye—Yes… I swear I’ll put them in school,” he promised.By the time Darren left the warehouse, it was already evening. There was no need to go to school anymore since lectures would be finished before he even arrived. So instead, he returned home.The next morning, in the Hilton mansion living room, Derek sat at the edge of the couch. He rubbed his silver beard thoughtfully and sighed.Turning to a maid who was cleaning the glassy furniture in the living room, he instructed calmly, “Call Darren.
CHAPTER 164
The warehouse doors burst open with a deafening bang.Everyone turned toward the entrance. Standing there was Big Ben.His massive frame nearly filled the doorway. His chest rose and fell heavily with anger, and in one huge hand he was dragging an unconscious body across the concrete floor.It was Castro.The youngster’s leader looked half dead. His face was swollen, one eye completely shut, and blood stained the collar of his shirt. His body bounced limply each time Big Ben yanked him forward.The rough scraping sound of Castro’s body against the floor echoed across the warehouse.The entire room fell silent.Boss Manex frowned in confusion. “Big Ben?” he said slowly. His voice carried both surprise and caution.“What’s the problem?”Big Ben didn’t answer immediately. He continued dragging Castro deeper into the warehouse until he finally let go of the boy’s leg.Castro’s unconscious body collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.Boss Manex’s men exchanged nervous looks. No one expec
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