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Chapter 24 The Seventy-Two Hour Storm
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The Trillionaire System Chapter 42 The Fixer’s Choice
The van hummed quietly, parked in the shadows across from Dockside Safehouse Alpha. Through the scope, Ethan watched Donovan Rhys exhale smoke rings into the dim light of his desk lamp. The man looked tired but unbreakable, hardened by decades of surviving in the gray between war and crime.The System whispered in Ethan’s ear.[Recruitment Protocol Initiated. Probability of success: 42%. Probability may increase through targeted persuasion.]Ethan narrowed his eyes. This wasn’t going to be like Marcus. Donovan wasn’t a man chained by debt or fear. He was a predator, a survivor. To turn him, Ethan couldn’t appeal to morality. He’d have to speak to the one thing Donovan valued most: survival.He looked at Alexander and Leah. “Stay here. If this goes wrong, get out. Donovan’s too valuable to Kane for him to just kill casually, but if he smells weakness, he’ll strike.”Leah’s eyes widened. “You’re going in alone?”Ethan nodded. “It’s the only way he’ll listen. If I walk in with backup, he
The Trillionaire System Chapter 41 Cutting the Eyes from the Snake
The first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds of Ethan’s penthouse, but he hadn’t slept. He sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the endless streams of data the System poured across his monitors. Kane’s surveillance net was expanding rapidly—too rapidly. If Ethan didn’t stop it at the root, sooner or later, they would be cornered.The System’s voice whispered in his mind, clinical and cold.[Analysis Complete: Kane’s surveillance operations coordinated by Donovan Rhys, alias “The Fixer.” Background: former intelligence officer, dishonorably discharged for black operations scandal. Current Role: Oversees counterintelligence, surveillance, and covert eliminations for Kane Veylor.]The holographic profile expanded, showing Donovan’s stern, scarred face, his steel-gray hair cut short. His record was a litany of covert operations across multiple continents, each one bloodier than the last. He was a man who had lived too long in the shadows to fear them.[Weaknesses Identified: Gambling addi
The Trillionaire System Chapter 40 Eyes in the Dark
The hum of servers filled Ethan’s study as he sat before a wall of glowing monitors. Lines of code flickered across the screens, data streams his system processed faster than any human could hope to follow. The city’s heartbeat pulsed through his network: transactions, communications, shipping logs, even whispers pulled from the dark web.Normally, it gave Ethan a sense of control, like he was watching the city from above, untouchable. But tonight, something felt different. Wrong.The System’s familiar voice broke the silence, sharp and clinical:[Alert: Unusual surveillance activity detected. Multiple interception attempts targeting Host’s communications. Source probability: 92% linked to Kane Veylor’s network.]Ethan froze, leaning forward. “Surveillance?”The interface expanded, showing red threads snaking across the digital map. Phone taps, encrypted probes into financial records, background checks on Leah and Alexander. Kane wasn’t just moving his pieces in the open—he was diggin
The Trillionaire System Chapter 39 Cracks in the Throne
Kane lounged in the leather chair at the head of his private conference room, a glass of whiskey resting lazily in his hand. The golden liquid swirled in the dim light, casting reflections against the polished oak table where his lieutenants had gathered only moments before. The meeting had ended, but Kane hadn’t dismissed them immediately. Instead, he sat in silence, observing.They thought he wasn’t paying attention, but Kane always was. That was why he had survived. That was why he had risen higher than anyone else in this city’s underworld. Money, power, influence—he controlled it all. Yet tonight, he felt it: the faintest tremor in the air, like the first crack in a fortress wall.Something was wrong.Richard, usually cocky and loud, had been tapping his fingers too much, his laughter a little too forced. Peter, the youngest recruit, had kept stealing nervous glances toward Marcus as though searching for reassurance. And Marcus himself—Marcus, who had stood by Kane from the very
The Trillionaire System Chapter 38 The Message in the Shadows
Ethan sat alone in his study, the soft glow of his computer monitors casting long shadows across the room. The system had just finished running a diagnostics check on his latest investment portfolio when a soft chime sounded—a notification from one of his lesser-known shell corporations.He frowned. That account was rarely used, a silent placeholder in the intricate web of companies and funds he controlled through the Trillionaire System. Hardly anyone knew it existed, and those who did would never send a casual message through it.Ethan leaned forward, scanning the encrypted text.“The shadows tighten. A storm brews within your enemy’s house. Some who sit at his table are not there by choice. If you seek allies, watch carefully. The cracks are forming.”His eyes narrowed.The phrasing was strange—formal, almost poetic. It wasn’t the kind of message a scammer or hacker would waste time sending. No, this was deliberate. Someone was trying to tell him something without leaving a trail.
The Trillionaire System Chapter 37 Marcus’s Silent Gambit
The penthouse Kane had provided Marcus was everything a man could dream of—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline, leather furnishings imported from Italy, and a fully stocked bar with bottles worth more than some people’s annual salary. Yet Marcus sat on the edge of the designer sofa, restless, his glass of bourbon untouched.For most, this place was luxury. To Marcus, it was a gilded cage.He rubbed his temples, his mind spinning with the events of the last few weeks. Kane had dragged him deeper into schemes he never wanted to be part of. Marcus had entered Kane’s circle because of ambition, because Kane promised influence and wealth. But now, he was realizing that Kane’s generosity came with invisible chains—chains far stronger than any promise of money.Kane’s control was everywhere. The bodyguards shadowing him when he went out “for his safety.” The security system installed in his penthouse that Marcus hadn’t requested. The “assistants” Kane assigned him—always polite,
