The Invisible God-Level Tycoon

Chapter 9

"You're heading out early," Alex said, standing up. "Is everything okay?"

Alex was sitting on the edge of the fountain in the garden when Chloe came out the next morning. She was dressed in a sharp white suit, but her face was pale. She was holding her phone so tight her knuckles were white.

"No, it's not," Chloe said, pacing back and forth on the grass. "Jason's been calling every board member since six a.m. He’s telling them he’s found a 'gold mine' investment. He’s convinced everyone that he’s about to triple the family’s private wealth. If he pulls this off, the board will give him whatever he wants. They’ll give him my job, Alex."

"What’s the investment?"

"It’s a company called Bio-Tech Global," Chloe sighed. "They claim they’ve found a cure for a rare blood disease. The stock is already jumping. Jason put all his private funds into it. He even convinced my Aunt Victoria to put her savings in too. He’s acting like he’s the king of the world."

"Bio-Tech Global," Alex repeated. "I've heard of them. You shouldn't worry so much, Chloe. Sometimes things that look like gold are just painted lead."

"I don't have time for riddles, Alex!" Chloe snapped, then immediately looked regretful. "I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm scared. If he wins today, I'm out. I won't have a company to protect. I won't even have a reason to stay in this villa."

"You'll always have a reason," Alex said softly. "Go to your meeting. Don't sign anything Jason gives you. Just wait. I've got a feeling the market is going to be very bumpy today."

"I hope you're right," Chloe said, though she didn't sound like she believed him. She turned and walked toward her car. "I'll see you later. If I still have a house to come back to."

As soon as her car cleared the gates, Alex pulled out his phone. He didn't even have to dial. Silas was already on the line.

"I'm ready, Young Master," Silas said. "I've analyzed Bio-Tech Global. You were right. Their lab results are completely faked. They've been paying doctors to lie about their progress for two years. It’s a massive ponzi scheme."

"How much did Jason put in?" Alex asked, walking back toward the east wing.

"Every cent he owns, sir. About fifty million from his private fund. He even took out a high-interest loan using his shares in Miller Tech as collateral. He’s betting the entire farm on this one horse."

"Then it's time to pull the rug," Alex said. "Silas, I want you to release the whistle-blower reports to the SEC and the major news networks. Do it now. And I want our firm to short the stock. If Jason is going down, I want to make sure we own the debt he leaves behind."

"It'll be done in ten minutes, sir," Silas replied. "What about the Miller family? They’re going to lose millions."

"They chose to follow a blind man," Alex said coldly. "Let them feel the heat. It’s the only way they’ll learn that Jason isn't the genius they think he is. Oh, and Silas? Make sure the news breaks right during their board meeting."

"Understood, sir. I'll make sure the timing is perfect."

Meanwhile, at the Miller Tech headquarters, the atmosphere was completely different. Jason was standing in the middle of the boardroom, holding a glass of champagne. Sarah was standing by his side, with a proud smile on her face.

"To the new era of the Miller family!" Jason shouted, raising his glass to the board members. "In one hour, Bio-Tech Global is going public with their final results. The stock is going to hit the moon. We’re not just going to be rich, we’re going to be legends!"

"Jason, are you sure about this?" Richard Miller asked, though he was smiling. "It’s a lot of money to put on one company."

"Dad, I've seen the reports!" Jason laughed. "I talked to the CEO myself. He’s a genius. Chloe couldn't find an investment like this if it hit her in the face. She’s too busy playing house with her loser husband."

Sarah giggled and leaned into Jason. "I'm so proud of you, babe. I knew you were the real deal. Not like some people who just pretend to have money."

Chloe sat at the far end of the table, her hands folded. She didn't say a word. She just looked at the clock on the wall. 10:25 a.m.

"Is something wrong, Chloe?" Jason sneered. "You look a little green. Is it because you're realizing your time is up? As soon as the market opens and those numbers go up, I'm calling for a vote. I’m taking your chair, and you can go back to your villa and wash Alex’s socks."