Novel & Cerita Military Tycoon

And for me, it would be not one, but two stumbling blocks and my grandfather would have one more proof Life for Sr. Sardino, the tycoon as he was called, had not been as rosy as those who now knew him might think. He was seen as a somewhat egocentric millionaire who only cared about his ships. However, he was not born into a wealthy family nor did he inherit his fortune. He had achieved everything through sheer effort.

He wondered. He was called Muntaha. The richest man in country z. he had a hand in all the businesses in the country but what gave him the ultimate power was his influence in the politics of the country. The president of the country was under his control and so was the military but as of why that is the case will be the story of another day.

The Italian capital suddenly found itself part of a booming robot craze, fueled by the emergence of the Transatlantic Military Corporation. After the age of nuclear warheads had run its course, the Italian government was rendered almost completely broke from construction of the Horizon Shield. Partnering with the United States, and the TMC, saved their economy. The government's massive underground base, used to house the shield generator, became the world's largest foreign TMC factory.

Her arms were crossed, and her eyes watched me carefully. “Damien, what is going on?” she asked. “Marcus said you found something important.” I sat across from her. “I have to tell you something. My family… we are not just rich. We are involved in dangerous things. Underground dealings. Power games that most people never see.” Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?” “ I'm talking about Smuggling. Influence over politicians. Control of certain illegal markets. My father built an empire that runs on both legal businesses and shadow ones. I have tried to clean parts of it, but the old enemies are still there.

He was facing the full view mirror, checking his suit to make sure that it was perfect. He pulled out a box from his pocket. Today was the engagement of the woman he loved. Although he knew that she never did love him, he was eager to have her no matter what. "Do you really think that you could snatch her away from that tycoon?" The old man in white hair asked. "Former General, don't pull me down, will you?" "Lawson isn't simple to deal with. He has his own forces and he also manages to invest in military forces outside and inside the country."

The results were immediate. There were dozens of articles about the tycoon, the business genius, the ruthless strategist, the entrepreneur who in just a few years had become one of the richest and most influential men in the world. Reports highlighted his cold-bloodedness in business, his extraordinary intelligence, and his ability to turn everything he touched into profit.

He doesn't deserve to be. I've known him as an influential man who rules the business world, this man who claims to be my Father is no puppet, he is known to be ruthless, a brutal and dangerous business tycoon. This man has everything I need to prove my innocence and claim back Darren's love, and most importantly my revenge on the Taylors. I might not like him so much right now but I need him, I need this strange family I just found myself in.

A part of him was sure that if Alexander knew, he would have gotten into the earliest flight to Russia. Yes, it was so weird to think that a block of wood in the name of Alexander was going to do. If Sam thought of such a thing years ago, he would not believe and would curse the person who would tell that to him. But wasn’t the proof already the person he was talking to? The Mayers was the best family for businessmen, especially those who wanted to go to the top very soon. That was because whoever their spoiled doted daughter fancies would get unconditional support. Stephanie Mayers was basically synonymous with shortcut.

She voiced, the atmosphere became quiet when no one walked in, I turned towards her direction. His daughter face looked pale, the little girl was almost at the point of crying. I held unto my garment about to stand up before a tall middle aged man walked in. Adrian walked in with different bodyguards, this man surely knows how to pull a stunt. That's the major reason he's called the most recognized billionaire. They walked unbothered, calculatively towards the stage. Little Mira eyes widened, while she held her mouth. The sudden glow in her face was massive and I was deeply happy. I turned back to the stage, he was so handsome that I didn't recognize the villian I know.

Aria replied peacefully, "Old friend. Or old threat, depending on the day. He's called Azim. Killian brought him along for support." Killian turned around when he spotted her, beckoning her over. "Elena, Azim," he said. "Ex-arms merchant. Present-day mercenary with a conscience." Azim grinned, offering his hand. "The infamous Elena. I've heard stories." "Only the bad ones, I hope." "All the juicy ones." Killian went straight to the point. "We require a ghost team. Silent entries. No civilian blowback." Azim nodded. "I can offer you four men. Top quality. But it will cost you."