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THE RETURN OF THE SCARRED KING
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2025-05-04 23:03:49
Nolan Rhys stood in the back seat of the black SUV, staring out of the tinted glass as the tall building of Timo Fintech Enterprise came into view.

His crutches rested beside him. His chest rose and fell with each breath—not from pain, but from disbelief.

He never imagined this day would come.

Just months ago, he was a rising star in Rhys Tech Global, one of the fastest-growing companies in Bullwick. But all it took was one betrayal. One selfish act. One stab in the back. He had been thrown away like trash.

Left for dead.

Now, he was the newly appointed CEO of Timo Fintech Enterprise—the heir to a multi million-dollar crypto empire.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the building, the doors opened. A young man in a sharp suit stepped forward and smiled.

“Welcome, Mr. Nolan,” he said politely. “My name is Jethro. Upon the directives of Mr Strauss, I’ll be giving you a tour of the building before the official orientation tomorrow.”

Nolan gave a small nod and stepped
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