Library
Search
Home / Urban / THE BILLIONAIRE THEY NEVER SAW COMING / CHAPTER 170
CHAPTER 170
Author: Arthea Edelweis
last update2025-05-28 17:26:47

The city buzzed beneath the late-night sky, the stars masked by skyscrapers and ambition. In the heart of Everhart Holdings, the top floor glowed dimly with only one office lit—Javier Everhart’s.

He stood with his back to the glass wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on the tablet in his hand. A string of confidential emails had been traced back to an anonymous IP, but Javier had already narrowed it down to five high-level executives. And he had a plan to trap the traitor.

One by one, he had fed each suspect tailored false information over the last two weeks—a fake merger deal, a forged scandal, a fictional acquisition. Each detail carefully planted and monitored.

Now, one of those fabrications had leaked to the press.

"Got you," Javier muttered under his breath.

He tapped a secure line on his phone. "Heather, activate the silent audit on Director Lannister's comms. Now."

"Already done, sir. The metadata confirms it: encrypted message sent to an external line five hours after your planted
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app
Previous ChapterNext Chapter

Latest Chapter

  • CHAPTER 282

    The ballroom descended into silence, thick with tension as Amara Callen’s voice lingered in the air. All eyes shifted from Darian Kael to Javier Everhart, watching, waiting. Some in shock, others in fear, and a few realizing—too late—that they had aligned with the wrong side.Javier remained calm, his stance relaxed, his breathing even, though his mind worked rapidly beneath the surface. Beside him, Valeria stood poised, her posture straight, expression cold, her fingers still lightly brushing Javier’s wrist in silent solidarity. Heather remained stationed above, already gathering intelligence on Amara Callen and the “International Economic Crimes Division,” verifying every detail with mechanical precision.Darian’s face remained neutral for a moment too long before the smallest crack of irritation showed in the twitch

  • CHAPTER 281

    Darian Kael’s presence seemed to pull the oxygen from the room. The cameras, still live, shifted away from the trembling Quentin and Malcolm to this new figure who carried himself with quiet confidence and a polished threat lingering in his tone. Javier stood his ground, his posture loose, his expression unchanged. But behind his eyes, calculations moved rapidly.Valeria’s gaze sharpened as she stood beside her husband, hand subtly curling around his wrist in silent warning. Heather, from her perch on the upper balcony, was already scanning through files on her tablet, trying to pull any accessible data on Darian Kael and the Syndicate.“I don’t recall seeing your name on the guest list,” Javier said mildly, his voice smooth as glass.Darian offered a tight smile, taking another few steps forward, his polished shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. “That’s because I don’t need an invitation to clean up a mess.”The crowd, previously gasping at the takedown of Quentin and Malcolm,

  • CHAPTER 280

    The grand ballroom of the Valemont Hotel pulsed with luxury—golden chandeliers, classical string quartets, and laughter from some of the most powerful business figures in Europe. The charity gala was a spectacle of opulence, tailored suits and diamond-studded gowns parading across marble floors. But beneath the glamorous surface, a different current churned—an invisible war teetering on the edge of eruption.Javier Everhart arrived precisely as scheduled, dressed in a simple, impeccably tailored black suit. No fanfare, no entourage, just quiet authority. He walked unnoticed through the lobby at first, a few disdainful glances tossed his way by those mistaking him for a lower-tier guest. Snide whispers followed.“Must’ve wandered in from the street,” a young investor muttered to his date.“Or maybe looking for leftovers in the kitchen,” she giggled.Javier didn’t react. He walked straight through, calm, expressionless. The insult was familiar, expected even.At the check-in table, a yo

  • CHAPTER 279

    Javier stood by the window of the penthouse suite, the distant glow of Marseille’s skyline stretching before him. His reflection was calm, the cool steel in his eyes betraying nothing of the storm gathering beneath his composed exterior. Valeria stood at the far side of the room, phone pressed to her ear as she coordinated the next security shift. Heather sat nearby, fingers typing rapidly on her tablet, monitoring every movement tied to Quentin Hawthorne’s convoy.“They’ll make a scene,” Valeria said sharply after ending her call. She walked toward Javier. “Quentin is not coming to negotiate. He’s coming to tear you apart in front of the global board.”Javier’s lips barely moved. “Let him try.”Heather’s tone remained clinical as she spoke up, “Quentin’s people have already infiltrated the conference’s hospitality arrangements. Two floor managers, several catering staff, and at least three private security contractors have been bought.”Javier’s voice remained calm. “Replace them.”“

  • CHAPTER 278

    The atmosphere in the Everhart executive suite thickened, the quiet hum of the city far below contrasting with the sharp tension in the room. Javier stood at the center, his expression unchanging, but his posture sharpened with every new revelation. Valeria remained at his side, flipping through decrypted documents on her device, while Heather’s voice filled the room with a steady stream of updates.“Sir, Nicholas just confirmed preliminary findings on Project Sable,” Heather said, her tone clipped, professional. “It dates back eight years—initiated by a covert coalition of high-tier executives, including Langston, Morsetti, and… Quentin Hawthorne.”Valeria’s brow furrowed. “Eight years? That predates your acquisition of Everhart Holdings.”Heather nodded. “Exactly. It was an off-the-books operation—illicit trafficking through shell corporations, leveraged blackmail, political manipulation… but here’s the worst of it.”Javier’s gaze didn’t shift. “Go on.”Heather’s fingers danced acro

  • CHAPTER 277

    Quentin Hawthorne’s heavy steps echoed through the ballroom, slicing through the tense atmosphere like a knife. The murmurs from the crowd turned into uneasy silence as the man approached—his tailored black suit crisp, every movement calculated, his sharp gaze never leaving Javier.Valeria’s fingers tightened slightly around Javier’s arm, but Javier didn’t flinch. His calm, composed demeanor never wavered.“Quentin,” Javier greeted simply, voice cool and neutral.Quentin stopped a few feet away, offering a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Impressive show tonight,” he said smoothly, voice laced with veiled mockery. “Toppling Morsetti… exposing the rats in the room… I almost applaud you.”Javier’s expression remained steady, not a trace of pride or arrogance. “It’s not applause I’m after.”“Oh, I know.” Quentin’s jaw tensed. “You want a purge… but I wonder, Javier, do you realize whose toes you’ve been stepping on?”Heather, standing behind Javier, shifted slightly, her tablet still a

More Chapter

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App