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Trillionaire they never noticed $11,000,000
"There's one more thing, boss. One more person he wants us to kill," Carl said, his voice cutting through the thick silence. Burrows, seated with a cigar between his lips, slowly shifted his gaze toward him.Burrows took a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke that hung heavy in the stale air. "Looks like the Vice Mayor’s on a full-blown killing spree, huh?""That's exactly what I said," Carl replied, and the rest of the men in the dimly lit warehouse burst into laughter.Burrows leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with interest. "So, who’s the unlucky bastard this time? Another political rival? Someone trying to take his seat?"Carl shook his head. "Actually, no. This guy’s no big shot. Just a common cleaner. Vice Mayor Campbell says the man knows things—stuff his late daughter, Tonia, told him. Dark secrets. Secrets that could destroy his career if they ever came to light. The guy’s terrified he’ll lose everything he’s built, so now he wants him gone. Permanently."Bur
Trillionaire they never noticed A proof
“Dead serious,” Mr. Fernando responded, his tone unwavering. “We finally found the rest of the missing weapons. Every last piece. You can come pick them up now.”“I can’t believe this… How come you found them so easily? Is this some kind of prank or setup?” Ice asked, her voice laced with disbelief and confusion.“What do you mean easily?” Mr. Fernando shot back, a note of irritation slipping into his voice. “We’ve been searching non-stop for days—day in and day out. And now that we finally locate them, you think it was easy?”“I know, I know,” Ice replied quickly, running a hand through her hair. “I’m just struggling to wrap my head around this. You literally said you had no clue where the rest could be—and suddenly, just like that, you found them?”“We got a lead on where Scott might’ve taken them,” Mr. Fernando explained. “So, I sent my boys out there. They came back with the rest of the crates. Every last weapon you said was missing? They’re all in those crates.” His voice was fir
Trillionaire they never noticed Informant
"I'm just trying to understand how the gang works. I feel like if my father retires... or dies... I’ll be the one taking over. I should know how everything operates so things won’t be difficult for me when I eventually become the new Lord," Caroline declared.Felix’s brow arched in suspicion. "Are you praying for your father's death or something?""What? Of course not," Caroline scoffed, waving her hand as if to dismiss the ridiculous notion. "I love my father dearly. I’m just saying that instead of only modeling for top fashion brands and endorsing luxury companies, I should also be exposed to the realities of the underworld. I already know a few things about the gangs, but what I know is nowhere near enough. This is just me preparing for the future, that’s all," she explained, her tone calm and deliberate, trying to sound as convincing as possible.Felix stood in silence after hearing her reasoning. His gaze was locked on Caroline, scrutinizing her expression for any hint of deceit
Trillionaire they never noticed A visitor
Scott stood in the courtyard, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his gaze fixed on the line of black trucks that had just pulled up in front of his mansion. The air was thick with tension and silence. Standing beside him was Sandro, his face covered in fresh bandages from recent injuries. Despite the bruises, Sandro’s expression remained calm and composed, his posture unwavering.The doors of the trucks creaked open simultaneously, and several armed, masked men stepped out in unison. They moved with military precision, forming a rigid line in front of the mansion. Moments later, the final truck door swung open, and a man emerged. He wore a sleek black suit, and his black hair was neatly combed back, giving him an air of authority. With a dignified stride, he walked forward and halted just a few paces from Scott. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head in reverence. The rest of the armed men mirrored his actions, falling to their knees and lowering their he
Trillionaire they never noticed The new head
Back in China…Scott and Sandro had already arrived at the Empire’s grand building. From a distance, the structure resembled a majestic castle—its towering spires rising like spears into the pale sky, and the exterior adorned with a fusion of traditional Chinese architectural elements and sleek, modern designs.The compound was alive with bustling activity; dozens of people moved about, carrying ornate boxes and ceremonial items in preparation for the upcoming celebration. Armed guards patrolled the area with an air of discipline, their presence casting a silent warning to anyone thinking of stepping out of line.Zhang Yang led both Scott and Sandro inside and escorted them to separate chambers to prepare for the feast. The room Scott was taken to was nearly as large as the living room of his luxurious mansion in Hong Kong. Its floor was covered with a golden-red woven rug, and intricately carved lanterns hung from the ceiling, bathing the space in a warm, amber glow. Standing in the
Trillionaire they never noticed The Vendetta is on
Noise erupted in the dining hall the moment everyone caught sight of Memphis's severed head inside the box. Screams filled the air as most of the ladies bolted from the room, rushing outside in a frantic attempt to avoid soiling the polished floor with their vomit.Scott stood frozen, his body unmoving, his eyes locked on the gruesome sight before him. His gaze widened in shock, the blood in his veins turning cold even as a seething heat began to rise within him."What the hell is this?" Sandro blurted out, his voice trembling and his face twisted with terror."Do you know this man?" Zhang Yang asked, eyeing Scott closely."Yes..." Scott replied in a low, shaken tone, his voice barely audible. "He was my comrade."His eyes never left the box."Who could have done something like this?" Sandro asked, a mixture of fear and disbelief in his voice."I'll find the man who delivered the box," Zhang Yang declared firmly. "Whoever he is, he might know who killed your friend."With that, he rai
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Scott rose to his feet and made his way toward the man who was on his knees. His expression was cold, and his gaze fixed intently on him. The towering guards were holding the man's hands behind his back, making it impossible for him to move.Scott halted his steps in front of him and glared at him for a few moments before asking, "Who gave you that box?"The man swallowed hard before responding, "I don't know. I swear," he said in Chinese, his tone drenched in fear. "I didn't see his face clearly. He wore a hoodie. He simply gave me the box and said it was a special gift for you," he added."So a hooded man came here and gave you a box, telling you to take it to the boss—and you did, without asking questions or finding out who he was?!" Zhang Yang voiced out in anger. "You're lying. There's more to the story.""He's right. Why would you receive something from a man who's hiding his face under a hoodie? You had no idea who he was. What if it was a bomb inside the box?" Scott bellowed.
Trillionaire they never noticed A successor
Scott sat there in silence after hearing the words of Sandro, his fingers rubbing his chin."I agree they will all be mad because of my decision, but I doubt they'll make any move against me. You worry too much, Sandro. Just relax and enjoy the night," Scott finally spoke up, his right hand squeezing Sandro's shoulder. He picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip before ordering one of the guards to take the box to his car outside. He couldn't stand seeing the box anymore, knowing it was the head of his friend sitting inside."So when will we be leaving, boss?" Sandro inquired after a short moment of silence."Once the party is over, I'll be on my way," Scott responded. "I've already ordered Sullivan to fly the jet to China. He will arrive in a couple of hours," he added."I see. And have you thought of the person who will rule the empire while you are away?" Sandro inquired."Yes, I have. I already have someone in mind," Scott replied instantly as he sipped his whiskey."It has to
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A few moments after Miranda exited the hall, the wooden door flung open again, and in came a man. The man was tall, clad in a long white native attire. His face was covered with bushy black beards, and a small white traditional cap sat on top of his head. Scott raised his head slowly, and when he spotted the man, he swiftly rose to his feet and reached for the revolver at his belt… but unfortunately, there was nothing there. “Easy now, boy. You don’t want blood all over your beautiful meeting hall, do you?” the man said softly, a smirk evident on his face. He advanced forward slowly, his hands still tucked casually in his pockets. “Who are you?” Scott demanded. “You know, in a vendetta, you should always keep your weapon by your side. But look at you—completely unarmed. I could easily kill you right now,” the man spoke audibly, the smirk still lingering on his face. “I don’t need a weapon to kill a guy like you,” Scott bellowed. “And you don’t have to answer my question… I alrea
Doorsteps
The men and women kept speaking, informing Scott about the business and operations that had taken place while he was away, as well as how Kael had handled things on his own. Scott listened attentively. Deep down, he doubted most of their words. He knew they were only trying to make him believe that Kael was a good guy—but he said nothing.All he did was listen.They spoke for several minutes until they were finally done, and the hall went dead silent.Scott just sat there in silence, digesting everything, his hands resting on the golden table, his eyes glancing at the people sitting around him.After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up, “Thank you all for your hard work and dedication. You managed to cooperate and work diligently while I was away. I appreciate that.”They all nodded collectively.“But boss, don’t you think Kael should be part of this meeting?” a man among the group questioned. The man was known as Gabriel Veratti.“And why should he be part of the meeting?”
Covering up
Scott retrieved the vulture's feather from Kael to examine it closely. The feather was far bigger than that of normal birds, and it was also pitch black.A vulture...A sign of death.Scott already knew the Arabic men were behind the killing of the guards, but now the footage just confirmed it."Who do you think these men are?" Kael whispered to Scott. "What do you think they want?"Scott stood there in silence for a few moments before shifting his gaze towards Kael. "Did such a thing happen while I was away? Was anyone killed?""No, boss. This is the first time," Kael affirmed, and Scott went mute once again.They know.They waited until he was back before they began the killings. They knew he was back."Give these men a proper burial and make sure their families lack nothing," Scott ordered after a few moments of silence, and Kael bowed slightly. "I also want you to arrange a meeting. I'd like to speak to the high-ranking members in the empire... every single one of them should gath
Vulture's feather
"You don't have to worry about Kael anymore. Now that I'm back, he no longer has the power to harm anyone," Scott affirmed."Are you going to punish him, though? He shouldn't get away with everything he's done. I know I haven't been here for even a month, but in that short time, I could see how terrified everyone was of him. He tortured people day in and day out. That man is a monster," Angela muttered.Scott leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest, a thoughtful expression settling on his face."As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I can punish Kael," Scott stated."What? Why not?" Angela blurted out, her brows furrowed in disbelief."He kept things running while I was gone. If he hadn't done what he did, the empire might've collapsed entirely," Scott replied firmly."So you're saying you support the way he treated everyone? The cruelty?" Angela asked, her tone sharp with disapproval."I'm not saying that," Scott responded, shaking his head. "I'm just saying
Time to adapt
The Next Morning...The rays of the morning sun flickered into the luxurious room, cutting through the delicate curtains and shining brightly into Scott’s eyes, stirring him from his slumber. With a low grunt, he sat up slowly, the silky bedsheets slipping down his bare chest. He swung his legs off the bed and stretched his body with a deep yawn before moving toward the large window at the far end of the room.As he pulled the curtain aside, the golden sunlight flooded in, casting a warm glow across the marble floor. His eyes scanned the estate grounds. From his vantage point, he could already see his workers hard at work. The guards were patrolling the compound with practiced precision, eyes constantly scanning for any disturbance. Meanwhile, the maids were bustling about, cleaning every corner of the massive property with quiet efficiency.Scott stood there for a few moments, taking it all in—the return to normalcy, the subtle hum of activity that came with power. With a deep breath
Feather
Meanwhile… Elsewhere on Scott’s estate…In a quiet, deserted section of the property, four guards sat in a loose circle on wooden chairs, their flashlights clutched in their left hands while their rifles hung over their shoulders. The air was cool and thick with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the chirping of distant insects.They were stationed near the outer boundary of the estate—a less-traveled area that bordered dense woods. "I can't believe boss is back, man." One of the guards said, raising his plastic and sipping the gin he held in his right hand."I can't believe that after all these months he finally returned. Many said he was dead, some said he abandoned the empire because of all the responsibilities. But he's finally back." Another guard spoke up, and a joyful expression evident on his face."I'm really glad he's back. Even though I haven't met him or see him, I know he's a good and generous man. He increases our salary every month back then. No
Position
Scott walked up the staircase, ascending toward his room with slow, deliberate steps. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment before pushing it open. Scott stood silently at the threshold, his eyes sweeping across the space as a distant, unreadable expression settled on his face.The room was exactly as he had left it months ago. Not a single thing seemed out of place. There were no cobwebs in the corners, no dust blanketing the surfaces—clear evidence that the maids had continued tending to it regularly. They must have believed he would one day return, and they had kept it in perfect shape, almost as if time had stopped here."At least he didn't touch my room," Scott murmured to himself, stepping inside and gently closing the door behind him.He moved toward the bed and sat down heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees, his back hunched and his mind consumed with thought. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes told a different story—one of confusion, disappointment,
Welcome back, boss!
Scott ran his fingers through his sleek black hair and paced back and forth on the raised platform. The things he was hearing now were vastly different from how things had been just months ago. It felt like everything had changed completely—as if he had been gone for years—yet it hadn't even been a full year since his departure."You mean Sandro never used the money I sent him to support the companies?" Scott finally questioned, his voice edged with disbelief."No, he didn’t," Kael replied audibly. "Whenever I told him the company was running low on cash, he would say we should manage because you hadn’t been answering your calls. The company was slowly going bankrupt because there was no money to sustain it. That’s why I took those loans.""Sandro?" Scott echoed bitterly. "How could he do this to me? I trusted him.""I don’t think now is the time for you to worry about that, boss. You literally just got back home after months. You should’ve told me you were coming—I would have—""What
Everything's changed
Kael stood motionless on the raised platform, a puzzled expression evident on his face as his eyes locked onto the sleek black car slowly driving onto the green field. The murmuring of the crowd faded into a tense silence as all heads turned to watch the vehicle approach. A thick wave of curiosity and unease swept through them, each person wondering who could possibly be inside.They all recognized the vehicle. It wasn’t just any car—it was a limousine reserved exclusively for the highest-ranking members of the empire. But all known high-ranking figures were already present on the field. The presence of this particular car raised an immediate and unsettling question: who else could it be?Down on the wooden platform, Jude Gallagher remained on his knees, his wrists still bound. He squinted at the advancing limousine, his breath caught in his throat. Then, slowly, a wide grin crept across his bruised face.“He’s… back,” he muttered softly, the words barely a whisper, yet somehow still
