TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

Sign the ownership of the company to me

The next day, the first thing he did was call Michael, his personal lawyer.

All through that night, he had been planning on the best way to deal with them, researching about their networth and everything and still couldn't find what to do them.

However, he still called Michael.

“I want you to sue the Parker's corporation for breach of contract and assault on my wife, Freya Ross…”

Freya sat by his side when he made the call, caressing his skin softly.

Today, he had to go to work. There were lots of things he had to do, among which beating up the silly fags that touched her was on top of the list.

“Promise me, you wouldn't do anything silly?”

He didn't want to promise as he knew that the whole point of going out today was to do that silly thing she was avoiding–mauling her attackers.

He really wondered why she cared so much about their new reputation when he could just cover the whole thing up.

“Lucas! Look at me!” Her hand held his face and locked her gaze on his. “Look me in the eye and tell me, swear to me you wouldn't go after them by yourself!”

This was the highest level of pain now. Denying him the satisfaction of revenge from his fist.

He just couldn't understand why she still chose peace even after what they did to her?

Well, he had to listen to her. Freya has the knack of controlling him and today, that charm worked quite well on him.

He nodded with disappointment and dissatisfaction.

“I promise…”

“You promise you wouldn't what?”

She knew him very well. He smiled sheepishly.

“I promise I wouldn't go after them…”

“Complete it, PHYSICALLY!”

He let a deep sigh of frustration and said the word just to calm the angry and controlling woman just so she could let him be on his way.

He kissed her forehead warmly and scurried out.

Back at the Parker's corporation, they had been served a letter to appear in court for the assault and breach of contract of Mrs. Freya Ross. They just shoved it off, thinking they would get away with it this time. Little did they know Lucas was cooking something special for them.

Back in his office, pacing endlessly and tormenting himself, the name Orlando popped up in his head again.

Something struck him. Orlando tried to fall him, how did he do that, by taking out all his investors?

“Hmmm…” a devious smile tagged across the corners of his lips and immediately, he called Michael and told him what to do.

“You will beg at my feet…”

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The flickering light of the florescent bulb glowed brightly in Donald's office. The sound of the whooshing breeze from the fan filled the room. The warm scent of his rose perfume consumed the air and on the table was littered with letters, a laptop and pens, alongside other office equipments.

He was alone, his legs crossed on the roller chair, spinning it softly, his hazel eyes fixed on the news paper when a knock echoed on the door.

“Come.”

A light skinned man with reddened cheeks walked in, his poised eyes fixed on Donald. In his hand was a well designed letter with the inscription in bold–Fintech company.

“Letter for you sir…”

His eyes scanned the letter thoroughly, although, the angle it was held made it difficult for him to see the inscription.

“Drop it. You can go…”

The door clicked softly and the creaking sound of the rollers on his chair continued.

When he was done, he decided to take a look at his scattered work desk.

The sound of papers tearing and landing in the wastebin was only what could be heard, coupled with the low angry growls and soft chuckles coming from him at regular intervals.

Finally, he picked up that very letter, his eyes shone brightly when he saw the inscription.

However, he never had any business with Fintech so any letter from them to him was almost not valid. Besides, him and Lucas were not in good terms based on what happened with Freya so why would he send him a letter.

The urge to discard it itched him but the burning curiosity wouldn't let him. Slowly, the paper unfolded, making screeching sounds as he removed it from the envelope.

Slowly, he paraphrased the letter and it wasn't making sense. They were offering him a deal. However, as he read further, the last part hit him hard like tons of bricks on his chest.

“You will be arrested and imprisoned for life for the attempted rape and assault of Mrs. Freya Ross if you fail to accept this offer. You are to pay a fine of FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS OR FORFEIT THE COMPANY TO US…”

“You are to make a decision within the next five hours after receiving this letter and appear at my office with your answer or else, the due legal actions will be taken on you… Yours faithfully… Lucas Ross…”

That name–Lucas Ross, he never expected this. He was given two impossible choices. It's not like he had five hundred million dollars, even the company's net worth was not up to that amount. Forfeiting the company was also not a good idea. Going to jail, NO!

“What would I do now?”

His eyes widened in shock the moment it caught sight of the time. That letter was delivered three hours ago and he just has two hours left. Getting to Fintech was an hour and thirty minutes drive…

The chair spinned empty and the door banged open, the whooshing air created by the speed of his commotion caused the papers to scatter and float softly in the air, dropping gently back to the table with soft rustling sounds.

Lucas on the other hand sat peacefully on his chair opposite his table, facing the dynamic glass that revealed the beauty of the city metropolis to him. The views was wonderful. The soft humming of his favorite acoustic instrumentals played in the background and he nodded his head softly to the rhythm.

However, this wonderful melody was disturbed by the synchronization of the chaotic bangs on his office door and the heavy breathes, to form a symphony of unfiltered frenzy.

“Come…”

The door creaked open and a man in black rugged suit walked in, breathing heavily as though he has just finished a marathon race. His curly hair was shattered and he was drenched in sweat.

“Well, well, well…”

Immediately, he fell to his knees and buried his face, his hands wrapped firmly on Luca's legs.

“Please, I'm sorry. Don't do this to me. I'm begging you…”

Lucas looked at him wryly, his eyebrows raised. He disgusted this singular action of his and if there was any chances of forgiveness, just because of this, it was lost, not even a flicker was left.

“Get up. Take a seat!”

He winced at the sound of his voice and did as told immediately.

Lucas remembered when he smiled to himself, plotting the plan and how it worked out, how he has finally begged at his feet.

“Now you listen to me carefully… I'm a very busy man. I don't have time for pleasantries. If not for Freya, I would have beaten the living hell off you right now, but her kind soul has begged for your forgiveness. Now, I believe you're here with an answer to the letter that was sent to you right?”

He was shivering. His gnashing teeth and sweaty face only angered Lucas the more. It him so hard that he was at the edge of losing his company, his life's work just because of his silly actions. It was also confusing how Freya still begged for him.

“Please, don't do this to me. I don't have five hundred million dollars. My company's networth isn't up to that. Please, I'm begging you. Isn't there anything else I could do to change your mind?”

“Sorry, there's nothing. So since you don't have the money, then we have two options here. Go to jail, the police are just by the corner…” he showed him where they were standing and ready with their cuffs.

“Or, sign ownership of the company to me…”

The options were just too heavy and overwhelmingly difficult to choose from. Lucas only made things even more difficult for him.

“I'm a very busy man. I told you before. You have just two minutes to guve an answer. Failure to do that, the alarm will go on and they'll come pick you up and you'll be on your jolly way to prison.”

Looking at everything, even if he chose to go to jail which he wouldn't, his company would be sold at auction price and Lucas will still buy it if he wants it. Whatever option he chose was win for Lucas.

With regret and sorrow, tears almost escaped his reddened eyes, he brought the document of ownership of his company from his briefcase.

“Oh, you came prepared…” He scorned.

Lucas had also prepared a transfer of ownership document and brought it out too from his files.

The scribbling of pens on paper was all that was heard and finally, all the documents were transferred to Lucas.

“It's nice doing business with you, Donald. Next time, you'll learn not to mess with me…” he smirked.

Donald fumed with rage. His eyes burned with fury and he lunged at Lucas with full force.

Skillfully, he just dodged him, but his fingers caught his face though, allowing him to crash himself into the corner, his weak bones creaking with pain.

“This isn't over yet…”

“Yeah, we're just beginning…”

With that, he pressed the button signalling the security that came and dragged him and wiped off the small droplets of blood that escaped his skin.

“You'll pay for this. I promise you…”