Rose to Fame: CEO Of A Multibillionaire Company Overnight

Chapter three: get on your knees and beg for mercy

Chapter Three: Get on your knees and beg for mercy

“You call that piece of trash a ring? I can buy her a mansion made of rings! You have to admit I am way better than you, poor fool…” Denzel beat Kyra to her words and said exactly what she had in mind.

“Admit that you are a loser. Kneel before me and beg for mercy and I might save your miserable life and lend you a few million bucks to give your pitiable life some ego...”

“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? You are a shameless man!”

“I hate arrogant, good for nothing down-and-out people like you. You should be happy Kyra even chose you for a while. She gave you a perfect life and you can’t do the same to her. You are useless!” He closed the gap between him and Julian and from nowhere, a punch came flying at Julian’s face. Julian was not able to dodge since he was weak in martial arts, so he fell to the ground.

The right side of his face was badly injured and had a long cut which blood spilled from. He watched as another punch came to his stomach. It landed painfully on his abdomen and he felt his bones crushing into pieces. He groaned and accepted all the humiliating kicks Denzel threw at him.

After five minutes, He could not endure it anymore and fell on his knees. He coughed out blood but Denzel did not hold back. When he was about to punch him again, a magical glow glimmered in Julian’s eyes and immediately a surge of strength, resilience, and great skill came upon him, he held Denzel’s wrist and twisted it until a crack sound came.

~Crack~

He heard it again and he was very sure Denzel had too since he was whimpering in pain. Julian hauled him across the room and did not stop until he finished venting his anger on the two of them.

“Julian stop…Leave Denzel alone! Is it money you want? I can give it to you! Take…Leave us alone, you were never part of us from the start,” Her words did not bother him, and having a carefree attitude, he laughed out loud and pointed at Denzel.

“I don’t want your filthy money or your job, but mark my words, by this time next year, I will have you, Denzel, and your mother kneeling before me begging and pleading for my mercy to spare your lives and that asshole’s own. I will not spare a glance at all and I will kill you all.” Julian threatened.

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Julian closed his eyes for a few seconds as he absorbed what he had earlier said to Kyra. He had no idea of what had given him the guarantee that he was going to change his life within a year as well as deal with those who derided him. He was beginning to regret what he had said. How was he going to make sure he followed up with his threats. His dignity and pride were more important.

However, how was he supposed to face them on later in the future if he had accepted it without a fight? And where did that strength come from? He never knew he was strong!

Lost in his thoughts, Julian walked straight into the alley downturn, his fist inside his pocket. He had not noticed that all this while he had been trailed by a mysterious, black car with tinted glass. He kept on ringing his words times without a number in his head while his pocketed fist grew tighter and harder.

He was going to make them pay for what they did to him. He took a turn which led him to the broad street. The entire screams and loud cheers shocked him. He struggled past the crowd not caring what was going on there.

As he was about to cross the road, his path was obstructed by a shiny parked car. He could recognize that brand of car anywhere. This was the latest Porsche that cost billions of dollar, aside that only a handful of people owned that car. Having such considered one as part of the top five richest men in the entire world. And it cost billions to purchase the car.

Soon thirty other cars though not as lavish as the first one parked all lining up in five lines. Their car door opened up at the same time and coming down from the Porsche car was a man dressed in a slivery black tuxedo. His clothes ranging from millions to billions. He spelt filthy rich. He swirled the keys to the car and all at once, they fell on one knees, their arms on their forehead as they bowed their heads in a unique manner reserved for kings and heirs to kingdoms.

Their flashy arrival drew more crowd closer to them but luckily, the forty men were swift enough not to allow any body to get any photo of Julian as they formed a strict barricade around him. Still shocked by this, Julian took steps backward unable to believe this was happening to him. Who was he to deserve such greetings?

Did they mistake him for a person born with a silver spoon?

“Young master, our future heir to the great empire. We have finally found you.”