Strike Back Of The Secret Billionaire

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The press conference room at Walker International was packed. Every major news outlet had shown up.

Of course they had – it's not every day that one of the world's most mysterious billionaires reveals he's been working as some CEO's assistant for two years.

Brent adjusted his Patek Philippe watch, the same one Sarah had once called "a cheap knock off."

The memory made him smile. He wondered if she was watching the livestream, probably still thinking this was some kind of trick.

"Five minutes, sir," James said, handing him a tablet. "And... you might want to see this."

The tablet showed security footage from Chen Industries' lobby.

Sarah was trying to force her way into the building – her own building, or what used to be her building. Security wasn't letting her in. Her access had been revoked an hour ago.

"Miss Chen, please," one guard was saying. "We have strict orders. No one enters without proper clearance."

"I own this company!" Sarah screamed, mascara running down her face. "Do you know who I am?"

The guard looked uncomfortable. "Ma'am, according to the memo we received this morning, you don't own anything anymore."

Brent handed the tablet back to James. "Make sure that footage gets leaked to the press. Let everyone see the real Sarah Chen."

"Already trending on T*****r," James smirked. "Along with screenshots of all those times she posted about 'lifting people up' and 'supporting underprivileged workers.'"

The irony was delicious.

"It's time," James said.

Brent walked onto the stage, and the room went silent. Every camera focused on him. Gone was the cheap suit Sarah had mocked.

Gone was the hesitant smile and submissive posture. This was Brent Walker, CEO of Walker International, net worth $47 billion.

"Good morning," he said into the microphone. "I suppose you're all wondering why I spent two years pretending to be someone else."

The reporters leaned forward. In the front row, he spotted Monica from Fashion Weekly – the same reporter who'd once written about him being Sarah's "charity case boyfriend."

"Two years ago, I heard interesting rumors about Chen Industries," he continued. "About a young CEO who claimed to be self-made, but whose success seemed... questionable. So I decided to investigate. Personally."

He clicked a remote, and the screen behind him lit up with photos.

Sarah at charity galas, giving speeches about helping the underprivileged. Sarah in magazine interviews, talking about treating everyone with respect.

"I could have bought Chen Industries outright," Brent said. "Could have walked in as myself and taken control in a day. But I wanted to understand who Sarah Chen really was. How she treated people when she thought they couldn't fight back."

The screen changed to security footage from Chen Industries.

Sarah screaming at janitors. Sarah making assistants cry. Sarah mocking people's clothes, their cars, their lives.

"I watched her take credit for other people's work. Watched her humiliate employees for sport. Watched her destroy careers because she could." His voice hardened. "And I documented everything."

The next slides showed emails, contracts, recordings. Two years of evidence, all proving how Chen Industries had really been run.

"Miss Chen liked to talk about being self-made," Brent continued. "What she never mentioned was that every major deal she claimed credit for? I wrote those contracts. Every brilliant strategy she bragged about? Those were my ideas. Every client she landed? They were dealing with me, not her."

The reporters were scribbling frantically. In the back, he spotted Thomas Liu – one of Chen Industries' biggest clients. Former clients, now.

"But that's not why I'm here today," Brent said. "I'm here because this morning, Walker International completed its acquisition of Chen Industries. We've already begun restructuring. Everyone Sarah Chen fired unfairly? They're getting their jobs back, with back pay and promotions."

The doors at the back of the room burst open. Sarah stood there, looking nothing like the polished CEO she'd pretended to be.

Her designer outfit was wrinkled, her makeup smeared.

"You can't do this!" she screamed. "That company is mine!"

Brent didn't even look at her. "Security, please remove Miss Chen. She's no longer authorized to be in this building either."

As security dragged her out, her screams echoed through the room: "I made you! You're nothing without me!"

Brent waited until the doors closed before speaking again. "That's the woman who claimed to champion workplace respect. Who won awards for ethical leadership."

He paused. "Who told me just yesterday that I'd never be anything more than her charity case."

The room was dead silent.

"As of this morning, Walker International controls 76% of Chen Industries' shares. We've already removed the entire board – the same board that enabled her behavior for years. And we've launched a full investigation into every decision made under Sarah Chen's leadership."

He clicked to the final slide – a photo of Sarah at their first meeting, looking at him with that familiar contempt.

"To everyone who's ever been looked down on, mocked, or told they're nothing?" Brent smiled. "Sometimes the person you underestimate is exactly the person you should fear most."

The room erupted with questions. Cameras flashed. But Brent was watching the doorway where Sarah had been dragged out.

His phone buzzed. A message from James: "Sarah's father just landed his private jet. He's demanding a meeting."

Perfect.

"One more thing," Brent said into the microphone.

"To address the rumors about Chen Industries' overseas operations..." He opened a folder on the podium.

"We've discovered some interesting documents about how Sarah and her father really built their fortune. The SEC will be very interested in these."

In the back of the room, Thomas Liu was already on his phone, probably calling his lawyers.

Other business leaders were doing the same. The house of cards Sarah had built was falling, and she was about to learn that karma had a name.

His name.

As he left the stage, Brent checked his phone one last time. Sarah had sent another message:

'You'll regret this. My father won't let you get away with it.'

He smiled. She still didn't get it.

Her father wasn't coming to fight him.

Her father was coming to beg.

And this was just the beginning.