TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

Orlando’s plan

Lucas's scowling face released a low growl that echoed across the room.

“What in God's name will Freya be doing in a hotel at such an ungodly hour, and not responding to her phone?”

His eyes narrowed in confusion as his folded into his side.

His heart thumped against his chest as his mind fought hard to believe the unblock reality.

Fear enveloped him as he reminisced on the implication and gravity of the matter.

This was very unlike her. She was not a party or hotel person and ghe fact that her location was at a hotel sent shivers down his spine.

“Orlando, I swear to God, if I get you! If I found you're behind this, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you!!”

His mind remained puzzled but the growing rage created scary pictures of him mauling Orlando, who he imagined he would tie to a chair, cut his skin bit by bit, allowing the blood to ooze out of them. He imagined his hands firmly clasped on Orlando's fat neck, his legs violently trembling as he would let out muffled screams and beg for mercy. He projected himself snapping his neck angrily, the sickening death cries of his dirty imagination rang in his ear.

Nevertheless, he decided to wait for extra two hours before heading there.

“Orlando isn't that stupid to mess with me… maybe, she must have organized a small work party for her company and probably, that's where she'll be right now…”

His body thud softly against the chair, the creaking of the woods and rustling of the fabric rang out sharp in the air, the soft breeze that escaped the openings spread dust softly against his baggy trousers.

Slowly, he tapped his legs endlessly, snapping his fingers every ten minutes, the beeping sound of ringing calls and the end of the call was all that could be heard, coupled with the angry growls from him.

His hands clicked softly against his screen, the keyboard beeping with clicking sounds.

“Freya… where are you? Call me now…”

His phone sank into the chair as his hands held his head, trying to feign relaxation. Deep breaths escaped his nostrils but his mind was far from calm. It was shattered and yearned for blood. The bitter taste of Orlando's blood filled his tongue even when he hadn't tasted it.

The hate he had for that man was unimaginable and the lust for blood and the urge to end him for all his sins against him was just at the edge, held softly by a thin and shaking strand of thread.

The way things were going now, Orlando's life hung in the balance because Lucas had already made up his mind that he was behind her disappearance except she called him back at the end of the two hours.

If things got out of hand, he may not even go to the hotel first. He would just go straight to wherever he was after he would have tracked him down and have him killed, slowly, just like he imagined in his head, without any explanation to him why?

His heart thumped against his chest as he watched the ticking clock that moved slowly, vexing his already angered soul the more.

His body simmered with heat that could melt a fabric. The chair he sat was even at the verge of beginning to burn because his head was already letting out smoke softly.

The stop watch ticked softly on his phone, his eyes fixed on them keenly, just waiting for the very second it will elapse.

The way his eyes glowed with rage could scare any human eye to the marrow that mistakenly slipped contact with his.

His murderous intent was off the hook and had gone far beyond measure. Pain and hate erupted from his body like a volcano and boiled hot in his cold veins, threatening to melt them open.

His mind was ruptured with dirty thoughts of death and slow and evil pain. A cold smirk played on his face as his eyes glowed at the ticking stop watch of doom.

“45 more minutes…”

The growl escaped like the humming of an engine and his face gee even wilder. The frustration that locked hard on his chest felt like he could kill anyone right away.

However, the one man that was scheduled for death never even knew his fate. He had been marked and certainly, there's no going back now.

This was definitely going to be the last and final death match between these two titans, that had been yearning for this battle over time.

Orlando has crossed a line. He had taken it too far, and definitely, he was going to pay for it, his sins won't be forgiven. The word – forgive was nowhere to be found in Lucas's verified dictionary of advanced rage and wrath…

His legs trembled violently as he struggled to keep back his anger in place, storing well so it could be unleashed in full on one person – Orlando.

He was dead man, even without his notice, he was already dead. Because, the way it looked, Lucas’s head would soon burst open and that fire wouldn't be able to be tucked in again.

Orlando is pitied, because the things in store for him was unbelievable. The tools he planned to use on him – pliers, knives of different kinds, screwdrivers and various other devious items that filled his poisoned mind.

He planned to slowly remove all his fingernails, one after the other, allowing him to bleed out in pain and enjoy the sumptuous relief of victory.

His gaze was fixed on his phone, the time was ticking, 25 minutes more…

Orlando, wherever you are, run for your life because a big bad angry wild wolf was on your trail and he wasn't going to back down…

His mind was made already and Orlando's sentence had been issued and stamped on his evil hit list…

“24 minutes more…”

The time suddenly slowed down, adding more rage to his boiling mind.

Suddenly, his phone echoed with his caller tune.

A call came in…