TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

Lay low

Freya's eyes was covered in sobs as the engine angrily sped away, it's hums raging like thunder, the tires screeching recklessly as he spinned the steering wheel with every amount of control and anger mixed together.

He was literally acting as if he petrol had been poured on his skin. His head was burning hot with anger…

Freya couldn't even look at him. Shame was written all over her face as she clutched to her torn shirts, the blood dripping softly from her bruises.

Suddenly, the car packed into a corner with a halt. Freya's head tilted forward but Lucas caught her quickly and rested her head on his chest, stroking her hair gently.

“You're safe now, my love. Daddy's here now… just tell me what happened…”

She could barely speak, and so, he took her home, made dinner for her and bathe her. Thereafter, he pet her to sleep, his eyes wide open all through the night, watching at her like a security.

Of course, he was her personal security.

The next morning, after much persuasion, she finally agreed to talk.

“I was on my way home. The driver you assigned to me was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was suddenly taken by a black SUV and armed men… the next time I woke up was in that hotel…” the tears escaped her eyelids. Pain sweared in her angry heart as she looked at him, wishing evil things…

“Lucas, he beat me… he beat me…”

He held her close to his burning chest that was consumed by rage.

Definitely, he wasn't going to back down.

What the hell?

Tyler had just crossed a line, a line Orlando never dared cross…

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise you, everything's going to be alright. I promise you love…”

He kissed her forehead warmly and put her to bed. She needed rest. After making breakfast for her, he headed out.

His mind burned with rage as he pondered on what to do?

He needed to deal with Tyler so badly. He needed something that ven beating him will be worse than…

That was when an idea popped into his head… His image, his reputation…

With that, he sped off to the police station to file a case against him. He couldn't let Freya's suffering be swept under the rug for nothing…

“I want to file a rape case against, Tyler Smith,” he said with every ounce of confidence.

The mention of that name sent shivers down the spines of all the officers.

“Uhm… sir, I'm sorry, we can't help you…”

He barked right back at him, “what do you mean?! He raped my wife, he kidnapped her and you're telling me you can't do anything about it!”

They winced at the thunderous fury in his voice, alongside the unfiltered rage that burned in his soul.

After ranting for so long and not getting an answer, he angrily left the station, his heavy feet thumped against the cold floor as he muttered angry and frustrated words to himself.

Tyler was literally the son of the richest man in the city. Who could dare mess with him?

The poor men still loved their jobs and weren't ready for any drama with the Smiths family.

Lucas on the hand was not planning to back down so easily.

It was clear that Tyler had lots of security. He may have been successful the first time in saving Freya and getting away with it because he caught him in the act, this time, he may not be so lucky if he tried to attack him again.

That night, after cuddling Freya to sleep, he picked up his laptop, his eyes scanning for any legit private investigator he could find online.

The sheet rustled softly as Freya's weak voice pierced his heart. She was surprised he was still working at that time.

“What are you doing, honey? Get some rest…”

That was when her eyes found his screen and saw he was looking for a private investigator.

The shock on her eyes silenced him. Even though she really hated Tyler for what he did, she was always a peaceful fellow and never wanted Lucas involving himself in things that will get messy.

Lucas on the other hand was a very stubborn person. Very hard to be tamed. He acted like a wild animal most times.

“What do you need a private investigator for?”

He took a deep breath. There was no lying now. He had been caught right in the act and she knew exactly what he needed an investigator for…

“Freya, you know I can't just let this matter with Tyler just slide like that. Come on, look what he did to you, I'll make sure I ruin him…”

Her folded arms were tightly rounded and her angry eyes locked on to him.

“You want to begin with this madness again right? Just be careful. Don't go looking for trouble!!!”

Her voice echoed across the room, his eyes shone with confusion.

“What the…”

“Goodnight…”

The whole thing was so funny. She was the one that was attacked and she was still the same person begging on his behalf.

Nevertheless, he didn't stop – typical stubborn Lucas.

All he needed was someone that could get dirty information about Tyler ajd his father or even a video of that night and he'll use it against him.

After much trials with many of them that refused when they heard his name, he finally found one person.

“I'll do it…”

That message finally gave him peace. That was when sleep finally found him.

“Meet me at 47 avenue tomorrow…”

With that, he wrapped his arms around Freya and cuddled her warmly, resting on her warm skin.

The night faded and the morning was knocking once again.

By the time she woke up, he was already dressed and ready to go out.

When her weak eyes finally flipped open, the hot sizzling aroma of the coffee filled the room.

Lucas sat by her side, a spoon in hand, ready to feed her, all dressed in his suit.

“Where are you going?”

She didn't even drink the coffee, she knew her husband and could write him like a book. He was definitely up to something, something that would bring trouble…

“I just need to get somethings sorted at the office…”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Office?”

The tea cup sat softly against the tray, the heat seeping into the slices of bread on the hot tray.

“Yeah. I just need to get somethings done. You know I can't lie to you…”

She examined him carefully, her eyes scanning his dark and uncertain face that his it's true intentions with a feinged smile.

He had fooled her once again and she smiled and agreed now to take the coffee.

“Don't go looking for trouble…” she resounded that warning as he exited the door and he nodded affirmatively.

Knowing fully well he was heading straight to call what she called trouble.

He drove straight away to the location. He didn't even meet up with the time he had set because of Freya's long questions.

When he arrived, a tall man, around 5’9 stood by the corner, his hands clasped on his briefcase.

“You must be Mr. Griffin?” Lucas asked as he pulled over.

“And you must be Mr. Lucas?”

They chuckled for a bit and the tone shifted immediately to business.

After Lucas explained the whole thing to him over coffee at the small bar in the area, he agreed fully to do the job.

“Lucas, are you sure you're ready for this?” He asked once again, just to be sure his client knew what he was walking into.

“Yes…” he stamped firmly, the finality in his tone was unwavering.

“You have no idea what war you're stepping into…”

Thereafter, they shook hands and exited the building.

“It's nice doing business with you Mr. Griffin… I'll call you…” his voice echoed as his glass slowly winded up.

“Lay low…”