LOGINShare
Twenty Two
Last Updated:
2025-05-26 21:36:19
Latest chapter
Billionaire Twenty Four
I did not delay any longer. After all the legal measures were filed, all the communication strategies were executed, and all the allies were mobilized... there was only one thing I hadn't done yet.Facing my father.Richard Smith.Not as a child bowing down waiting for blessings, but as an adult woman who comes with her own truth.I went up to the top floor of the mansion in Menteng, where it all began. The house that once felt like a palace... is now just a museum from another era.Rachel escorted me to the living room, then quietly excused herself.There, sat Richard Smith. Dressed in a gray leisure suit, still strapping despite being well past seventy. His hair was partially white, but his eyes were sharp, as always."Sit down," he said matter-of-factly.I sat across from the round glass table. The same table where I learned to calculate profit and loss when I was less than nine years old.He gave me a long look, before finally saying, "You make a lot of people uncomfortable, Sara
Billionaire Twenty Three
I couldn't sleep that night. The sound of rain tapping on the apartment window was like a rhythm from the past trying to call me back to memories I didn't want to remember. I sat back on the sofa, wrapped in a thin blanket, with documents scattered on the front table.Valeria Global Holdings. Seychelles. Private funds. Name Gerard Voigt.All the pieces formed a puzzle, and I felt... the answer could destroy everything I had held onto.Matthias came from the kitchen, bringing me a cup of tea. He didn't say anything, just sat next to me, his body a silent anchor as my mind drifted between data, names, and memories."I'm scared," I said finally.He turned his head slowly. "Afraid of what?""Afraid that all of this isn't just another business secret. But something that could completely flip who I am. Who my family is."Matthias took my hand. "Whatever you find... you're still you."I'm not sure.***The next morning, I made an appointment to meet a man named Renaldi, Richard Smith's forme
Billionaire Twenty Two
The press conference was held in the ballroom of a five-star hotel in the city center.A red carpet was spread out, rows of chairs were covered in white velvet, fresh flowers decorated the long table at the front of the room.Above the podium, the Smith Inc. emblem was set up large, shining majestically.That morning, the Jakarta sky was gray. But inside the ballroom, the air was full of electricity.I stood at the back of the stage, going over my brief once more. Rachel stood beside me, typing fast on a tablet.Vera organizes the media invited-only big, trusted media, not fake blogs like the ones Lucas and Jennifer use.Matthias looking at me from afar, giving a small nod.I took a deep breath.Today is not just about self-defense. It is about taking over the narrative and destroy opponents without touching them directly.At exactly 10:00, I stepped onto the stage.The spotlight was pointed at me. The sound of the camera clicking rapidly. Dozens of journalists, investors, and busines
Billionaire Twenty One
The lunchtime café is tucked away in a corner of downtown Jakarta, semi-industrial in style with exposed brick walls and black metal chandeliers. To the casual eye, it's just another trendy café where young businessmen have casual conversations. But today, it’s a small battleground.I arrived on time, wearing an ivory white blazer suit and black high-waist trousers. My appearance was simple, professional, but didn’t give me a chance to be underestimated.Rachel walked behind me, carrying a tablet and a briefcase. Inside the bag was a mini camera that had been set up to record all our conversations.At the corner table by the window, a man was waiting. He was about forty, neatly dressed casually in a loose tie and light blue shirt. His name was Andreas. A senior reporter from Business Today, and—as we found out from Vera’s investigation—an old friend of Jennifer’s.I stepped up to his desk, smiling politely but not familiarly.“Good afternoon, Ms. Sara,” Andreas greeted as he stood up
Billionaire Twenty
The ballroom still sparkles with the glow of the chandeliers as the sounds of classical music shift to a lighter tone, accompanying the networking session. Glasses of champagne gleamed in the hands of the guests, conversation flowed with thin laughter that felt too made up.I was standing near one of the large pillars, talking casually with a foreign investor, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw it.Lucas.But this time he didn’t come alone.Beside her, stepped a young woman, her blonde hair in a perfect bun, a fiery red dress wrapped around her slender body. Jennifer. A name that had been circulating in business circles as a new PR consultant who “happened” to be close to some important investors.Lucas acted casual, smiling broadly at everyone he passed, occasionally introducing Jennifer with pride as if introducing his new trophy.I smiled a little. I couldn't imagine what would people say if they know that Lucas and Jennifer wasn't met recently. Well, that's none of my busin
Billionaire Nineteen
That morning, the atmosphere in the office seemed ordinary. Too ordinary.I've been around long enough to know: sometimes calm is a sign of a storm that's quietly shaping itself.Rachel entered with a slightly strange expression, carrying the daily business newspaper and a tablet."There's something you should see," she said, placing the tablet on my desk.I opened the screen.One big headline from one of the economic news portals appeared:"Smith Inc. Questioned: Young CEO Too Emotional to Handle Restructuring?"Under that headline, there was a long article, full of "anonymous quotes" from "internal sources" criticizing the way I handled vendor replacement, internal audits, and "unilateral policies" that they said could threaten the stability of the company.I read it calmly. There wasn't a single direct accusation. Everything was wrapped in the form of a question, as if it was "just an analysis", not an attack.But I knew who was behind this.Lucas.He's starting to stir up the opin
You may also like
Forced marriage: Dear wife, you can't escape me
Natie 568.1K viewsMarried at First Sight
Gu Lingfei29.3M viewsBogus Billionaire
Shining Riviera772.9K viewsOn My Professor's Bed
Xee write529.2K viewsBillionaire's love
Eze Amarachi403 viewsFaking It With The Quarterback
Neeta120 viewsCapturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine
Siwa Rose4.7K viewsCaptive of Mafia Desire
VERARI2.2K views
