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CHAPTER 33: Rice and Chicken
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2026-10-18 03:11:06
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The billionaire's revenge contract Chapter 39: Mother Sterling vs Vanessa
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The billionaire's revenge contract Chapter 38: The Press Attack
The burger joint's glass doors exploded inward before the police sirens even faded.Not with a bomb. With cameras."ISABELLA MARTINEZ! IS THIS YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND? DID YOU KILL EDWARD CHEN FOR HIS MONEY? DID YOU HIDE THE BODY IN THE STERLING BUILDING FREEZER?"A wall of white flashes. Ten reporters. Three live-streamers with phones already on TikTok Live with 12,000 viewers. Two men with professional DSLR lenses that cost more than Luis's entire restaurant. Someone had tipped them off the second Tyler's cruiser pulled up. Someone who wanted this messy.Isabella froze, burger half in her hand. Ketchup on her thumb. Mustard on her lip. She looked like a child caught stealing, not a billionaire suspect.I moved on pure military instinct — the kind you don't lose even after five years out of active duty. I flipped our steel table onto its side, the legs screeching against the tile, shielding her from the lenses."GET BACK!" I roared, not at the reporters, at the kitchen staff. "LUIS! CLOSE
The billionaire's revenge contract CHAPTER 36: Pizza Night - The Half Point
It is Saturday. 8 PM on the clock.I look at clock. 7:55 PM. 5 minutes to 8 PM.I am ready at my small table.My small apartment is warm tonight. Outside it is cold and dark. Inside it is warm and light.I cleaned table one hour ago. I washed it two times. It must be very clean for work.On table I have two white plates. Two forks. Two cups. Two cups of hot tea. I made tea at 7:50 PM so it is hot at 8 PM.I have my notebook open. My pen ready. My small folder with yesterday notes ready.I have big folder space ready for new folder. Page 81 to 100.I wait.Knock knock.Exactly 8 PM. I look at clock. 8:00 PM sharp. Nathan is never late. Every night exactly 8 PM. Monday 8 PM, Tuesday 8 PM, Wednesday 8 PM, Thursday 8 PM, Friday 8 PM, now Saturday 8 PM.Same time, every night.I open door. It is Nathan.Tonight he wears blue shirt and black jeans. No suit. No tie. Weekend clothes. Blue shirt looks good on him. Black jeans casual. He looks younger in jeans, not billionaire, just normal man.
The billionaire's revenge contract CHAPTER 35: The Missing Page
Friday 8 PM. Rain is falling.Knock knock.I open. Nathan is wet. His hair is wet from rain. He holds folder tight to chest so it does not get wet."Rain is heavy," he says."Come in quick!"He comes in. He puts folder on table. But folder is not normal. It is open and one page is empty."Isabella, we have problem," he says. His face is serious. No smile today."What problem?"He shows me folder. Pages 61 to 80 are there, but page 73 is missing. Cut out with scissors. Clean cut."Someone cut page 73," he says. "I found it like this in my office this morning. I locked folder in drawer. Someone opened my drawer.""Who?"He sits down. Water drips from his jacket."I think Vanessa. She came to my office yesterday at 5 PM when I was in bathroom. My assistant saw her near my desk. She left fast."My heart beats fast. "What was on page 73?""Page 73 was the signature page for second building. Without page 73, second building budget 15 million cannot be approved. Bank will not release money."
The billionaire's revenge contract CHAPTER 35: Soup Night
It is 8 PM on Friday.I am in my small apartment.I clean the table very well. I make two cups of hot tea. One for me, one for Nathan.I put the big folder on the table. The folder has 200 pages. We finished 60 pages. Today we do page 61 to 80.I wait for knock.Knock knock.Exactly 8 PM. Nathan is always on time. Never late.I open the door. It is Nathan.Today he wears a green shirt and black pants. No suit. No tie. He looks happy today.He has two bags. One big folder with papers. One paper bag with food."Hi," he says with smile."Hi. Come in."We sit at my small table. The table is small, so our knees touch under table. Same every night.He opens the paper bag. Two boxes of soup and two breads."Today soup and bread. Yesterday pasta, today soup. It is cold outside, so soup is good," he says."Thank you. Soup is good for cold night," I say.We eat soup and bread. The soup is hot and good. Chicken soup."How is your day today?" I ask."My day is very good. Quiet. No Vanessa. She is
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