TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

A message from the system

The fresh fine air seeped into his nose. The sweet scent of Freya's cooking danced on his nose and like a magnet, it woke him, pulling him right to where the scent was coming from – the kitchen.

“Good morning, love…” she greeted without turning back. The chopping sound of her knife against the chop stick sang in the kitchen.

Lucas wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her neck. She moaned softly, and broke free.

“I need to get to work early babe. We'll do this when I come back.”

Lucas smiled peacefully and raised an eyebrow.

“Promise?”

She nodded.

“Sure. Pinky swear. I'm all yours tonight…”

After they were done, they went to their various jobs. Lucas arrived at Fintech, only to see it chaos. Operations wasn't going on.

Straight away, he barged into the operation manager's office.

“Why is work not going on?!”

The poor man winced at the sound of his voice and almost fell of from his chair.

“I'm sorry sir. All our suppliers have refused to supply us with raw materials. We've got letters from them saying they've cancelled the contracts, sir. Our investors are pulling out…”

“What!”

His fingers curled up into a fist and he pounded it on the table and left, leaving the poor young man at the hem of his seat, his heart pounding heavily.

This can only be one person – Richard Orlando.

He knew it too. Richard was hell bent on frustrating himajd he never knew he'll go this far.

Sliding the door to his office open, he reached for his telephone and dialed a number.

“Hello, Mr. Jackson. What is this I'm hearing?” His deep voice was firm and his stern look seemed like though he was looking at the man right there.

“Sir, I'm sorry. I can't do business with you anymore…”

The beeping sound of the cal echoed softly in his head as he looked at the telephone receiver in shock.

He didn't understand what he meant. What did Richard do? What type of deal did he offer them that made them all leave already signed contracts?

Without hesitation, he called the next person too.

“Aren't you supposed to bring goods to Fintech company?” He roared, his voice echoing loudly across the ceiling.

“Sir, I'm in a very tight corner now.” The voice whispered. “My Orlando sent me a new deal and forced me to sign it with his thugs. As it stands now, I'm under house arrest by his men. They just left to go get something but they'll be back soon…”

“Shit!”

He dropped the call. He also sent calls across to others too and also confirmed the news.

Frustration hit him hard in the face as he stared coldly at the wall.

His mind raced with endless thoughts, pondering on how to end this madness.

What possibly could he do to teach Richard a lesson? Winning the bargain at the auction was clearly not enough. He just wouldn't back down.

His phone beeped with a message. It was from an unknown sender, but the sender needed not to be unknown as he already knew who it was…

“Enjoy the party…”

A low growl escaped his throat as he burned with anger. His heart thumped against his chest and pumped out hot boiling blood in his veins. The simmering heat escaped his pores and filled the room.

The air was heavy with tension and uncertainty and became too difficult to breathe.

His body thud against the wall and crashed into the corner, sweat drops trickling down his head.

‘What could I have done to deserve all this?’ He wondered. First, it was Dianna. He narrowly escaped death through the help of Freya and his system too. Now this?

The puzzle was laid out right in front of him, unsolvable. The clock kept ticking and each sounding second rang loudly in his head.

The company needed to keep running. Funds need to be generated. The system task hasn't been accomplished. What would he do now?

His heart tortured him with painful beats against his chest. His body shook violently with pain. His head thumped with aches. The only sound he could hear was the deafening cry of defeat, the ticking clock in his office and the ticking clock of his system task – tick, tock, tick, tock…

Unwilling to give up and yield to the press he picked up his phone and dialed up various numbers of new suppliers but it seemed like Richard has bought them all. His project was ongoing and now, with no supplies, he was stranded.

Worst of all, he had no more investors. The company would soon go bankrupt.

His soul was vexed and his spirit was crazed and left with no other choice but to give up.

The reflection of his past replayed in his head. How he struggled, how he suffered. And now, it's repeating itself again.

‘Maybe, they were right…’ he thought. ‘Maybe I'm a failure…”

His fist slammed hard into the wall and left a massive hole in it. He turned and looked at the what he had just did.

So unbelievable.

His strength has increased tremendously. But that wouldn't help him now, or would it?

His phone beeped again with another message from the same anonymous sender – Richard.

“Meet me at Gina's Dinner. Table 4. Let's settle things. Drop your pride and be ready to kneel at my feet…”

His hands rubbed his face hard, stretching the skin of his eyes and revealing the red burning parts. His head shook in confusion and he let out gibberish sounds in the process.

“Maybe, this may be the only way. I need to do something. I can't just sit here and watch. I'll go beg him if that's what it takes…”

Immediately, he straightened his suit jacket and headed out to go meet Orlando who had also sent another message, stating that he had just thirty minutes to get there.

As he was about to start his engine, his system beeped with a new message in his head.

He jerked softly as he accessed the interface.

“Kill all Orlando's men…”