The Billionaire Brain Wave Review Novels & Stories

But his friendship not being reciprocated was one thing—Sylas was in a young clique of researchers who were focused on developing cutting-edge technology that interpreted and manipulates brain waves, affecting mind and memory. Sylas had always been proud, but because such technology was considered crimes against humanity, he had never tried to publicize it. Still, he hinted at it to Jasper, keen for his friend to capitalize on such an opportunity and make money, only for Jasper to shake his head. Jasper said at the time, "It's a complete crime against humanity, which will lead to a whole new arms race. Sure, you'll be endlessly rich, but the blood of billions will be on your hands. There's a

She pointed at herself. He nodded again. "But you know what? This boss is way too generous I guess, cause he rescheduled the meeting for me. And I do not think that every billionaire could do that." He was also agreeing with her as he took in what she was saying with a slight frown. "And you know who this billionaire owner is?" She asked him and he raised his eyebrows at her. "Mr. Callix Russells of the R Industry." She gushed out while his eyes went big as saucers.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire. He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

“I’m very sorry for what your family is going through.” “Then help him.” “I can’t do that.” “Can’t or won’t?” His expression didn’t change. “Both, as it happens.” I took a step closer to his desk. “Those trials could save his life.” “They could also destroy what’s left of it.” Theodore leaned back in his chair and studied me with those cold, calculating eyes. “The treatment is experimental at best. Dangerous at worst. The risks include permanent brain damage, loss of motor function, blindness, deafness. Your father could spend whatever time he has left as a shell of himself. Unable to speak. Unable to recognize his own sons.”

I plucked the phone from her hand, narrowed my eyes at the video playing. Good visuals, futuristic music, narration that promised a revolution—Percy’s company was unveiling some kind of brain–computer interface technology. The comment section scrolled at the bottom of the screen, filled with gasps of awe and praise. My lips twisted. I chuckled. Then the chuckle grew into laughter—loud laughter.

" Ida pleaded after hearing the huge amount the doctor had called. "We are giving her the best doctors who would operate on her Ms Schaeffer, doctors do have sympathy and are pained when we see our patient not recovering, so that is why we want to do our best Ms Schaeffer, a brain surgery is not something you could easily cure with pills. We can't start the surgery until her bills are fully paid, you have today and tomorrow to pay the bills." "Damn it, damn every fvcking person who put me into this crazy situation " She screamed, as she harshly hits the doctor's desk.

Steeze= -0 Aura = -1 billion And eventually Common sense… Never had one!

James looked at him in shock and disbelief. "Only fifty million dollar?! My company is worth billion dollars and now you are telling me that I have to give it away in only fifty million dollars?! God must hate me and my family." He said in sad and depressing tone. The board members looked at each other with a sad look as well. "I guess we don't have any way out of it. So, when is the auction?" He asked while wiping away the tears that was trying to leak through his eyes. "Well the auction is-..."

The Hard Truth Silence filled the car again. He didn’t like it. Didn’t want to accept it. But he understood. Because this— This was war. And in war— Every move cost something. The Breakthrough “She’s showing me something,” I said suddenly. Both of them looked at me. “What do you mean?” Cesare asked. I closed my eyes briefly. Focused. The connection sharpened. Then— It clicked. The Real Target “Neither location matters,” I said. Blake groaned. “Again with this—”

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.