2025-08-05 00:20:21The air inside the auditorium was thick—not with smoke or lights—but with disbelief. Just moments ago, Daniel, the so-called golden boy of the tech world, had been basking in his arrogant victory. He stood tall, mocking his enemies, belittling the Raymond family, and painting himself as the untouchable king of innovation.
And now?
He was standing completely frozen, his hand trembling around the sleek body of his iPhone.
His world had just shattered.
His screen was filled with endless notifications.
Frozen accounts. Asset seizures. Corporate blacklisting.
And then…
A scream from somewhere in the crowd:
“The police are here!”
Those four words hit Daniel harder than anything he’d read on his screen. His blood ran cold, and every part of his smug expression melted into raw, naked fear. He didn’t need a mirror to know how pale his face had become.
He had mocked the wrong people.
He had poked the bear that fed him.
The crowd, at first confused, began to murmur, their heads turning towards the entrance as uniformed police officers marched in with purpose. They weren’t here for the show. They were here for one man.
Daniel.
It was poetic irony—and the timing couldn’t have been more dramatic.
He had stood atop a mountain built by the Raymonds—and just as quickly, it crumbled beneath him.
His breathing became shallow as he realised the gravity of what had happened. The messages on his phone weren’t just empty threats—they were already being executed in real time.
Everything was gone.
Danco Tech, his prized empire, was now a ruin. Frozen accounts, seized properties, staff access revoked, lawsuits mounting. And worse—the secret skeletons he thought he’d buried deep were being dragged to the surface.
He had ties with corrupt ministers, funneled money through offshore accounts, and evaded taxes worth over $100 million.
The walls were closing in.
The police stormed the stage, lights flashing, the cameras of hundreds of students and national media capturing every second. Daniel was visibly shaking, his once regal posture now reduced to a frightened shell of a man.
The officers grabbed his wrists, cold steel handcuffs clicking into place. A chorus of gasps, cheers, and phones clicking followed.
It was official.
Daniel was under arrest.
The moment went viral within seconds.
On T*****r, the hashtags exploded:
#DancoTechThieves #FakeCEO #DancoTechBankruptChargeOn I*******m, short reels popped up of Daniel being dragged across the stage, often overlaid with comically tragic sound effects. One of the most shared reels had a slowed-down video of him being cuffed with a popular breakup song playing in the background.
TikTok? It was a battlefield of creators going live, debating whether Daniel had been set up or if he had it coming.
Goldmind News, Al Jazara, CBSW, and Arise News all ran the story within minutes:
“Corrupt Tech CEO Arrested Live on Stage After Mocking Billionaire Family.”
“Daniel Peters, CEO of Danco Tech, Seized by Authorities Over Multi-Million Dollar Fraud Scandal.” “Luxury Cars, Lavish Vacations… But No Taxes Paid.”Corporate clients that once bowed to him began filing lawsuits, demanding compensation for breaches and stolen contracts. Former employees came forward, accusing the company of withheld salaries and toxic culture. What had once been the bright star of Silicon Valley was now the dark stain of scandal.
But nothing could top the next moment.
As the police began to escort Daniel through the crowd, dozens of reporters and cameramen swarmed, shouting questions, flashing lights in his face.
“Mr. Daniel,, is it true you used embezzled funds to buy your showcase car?!”
“Were the Raymonds the ones who froze your company?!”
“Do you regret what you said on stage?!”
Daniel didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His jaw was locked, his mind too scattered.
The officers pushed forward, but the press closed in harder. The chaos was so dense, one officer had to fire a shot into the ceiling, startling the crowd and making way.
And then—
He saw him.
Standing just beyond the chaos, by the entrance of the main stage, leaning casually against a never-before-seen luxury car, was a young man in a sleek black suit.
John.
Smiling.
Waving.
Daniel's eyes blazed. His knees went weak. He tried lunging forward, screaming in rage, but the officers pinned him back, tased him briefly, and pushed him into the van like a madman.
The auditorium exploded again.
The man who had walked onto the stage as a king was being carted off like a criminal.
And John?
He hadn’t even spoken yet.
The news moved like fire. Screens in the hall and phones all around buzzed with updates and clips of Daniel’s arrest, some cutting to reactions in real time.
Anabel, Daniel’s once-proud girlfriend, had vanished. One moment she stood beside her “champion,” the next she was gone. Her heels clicked desperately as she slipped through the crowd, face red, trying to escape the humiliation.
In whispers, the reporters began asking a new question:
“Who tipped off the police?”
It couldn’t have been a coincidence. The timing had been too perfect. It had to be an insider. But who?
“That’s a mystery we have to crack,” one journalist whispered to her crew, grinning. “This is the scoop of the year.”
Inside the hall, the energy was frantic, disoriented, electric.
Students looked around, wide-eyed, trying to digest what had just happened.
“What the heck just happened?” one engineering student asked, mouth open.
“I can’t believe I loved that man…” a theatre arts girl whimpered dramatically, clearly more broken about the drama than the man.
“Love? Please,” her friend rolled her eyes.
“I mean, if he’s capable of tax evasion and fraud, who knows what else he’s been hiding?” one finance student pointed out.
“He could be running an illegal organ ring,” her friend added.
“Or trafficking cocaine across borders,” the quiet guy from the back murmured—everyone turned to look at him.
Theories flew, heads spun, and yet the energy of the event was not ready to crash. No, the night was not over.
A loud MIC CHECK! echoed through the speakers.
The auditorium silenced.
All eyes turned toward the stage.
The event manager walked out, composed but clearly improvising on the spot. He tapped the mic twice, then straightened his back.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began. “Apologies for the disruption earlier… but we have an exciting update.”
The crowd was quiet.
The lights dimmed.
“We have… a new contestant who just joined the competition.”
The silence broke into low murmurs.
“Let’s give a warm welcome… to Mr. X.”
He exited the stage with a mysterious smile.
Suddenly, from the far end of the auditorium, a faint rumble echoed.
A deep, guttural engine growl unlike anything anyone had heard that evening.
The crowd turned as spotlights shifted, music blared, and then—it emerged.
A car so beautiful, so futuristic, so unlike anything else that had graced the stage tonight—glided in.
Its body shimmered in a colour that seemed to change as it moved—shifting between onyx black, sapphire blue, and molten gold, depending on the angle of the light.
Every student stood up.
Cameras were already recording.
“Who the heck is that?” Jerry hissed under his breath, eyes wide.
Rita clenched his arm tightly.
“I hope it’s not who we think it is.”
And from behind the wheel, the door rose slowly.
Out stepped a figure in a black custom-made suit.
Eyes calm.
Presence undeniable.
John Raymond had arrived.
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