The Billionaire's Mistake

digital avatars shifting in their respective frames.

"You want us to take out sbroad?" Another voice scoffed. "That's a bit extreme,

think?"

don't you

"Extrtimes call for extrmeasures," Samuel countered, his tone brooking no argument. "Emma Jones is a

dangerous woman; her influence over Richard knows no bounds. If she's not dealt with swiftly and decisively, our

entire operation could be compromised." The participants exchanged knowing glances, their silent deliberation

stretching out into an agonizing silence.

Finally, one of the figures leaned forward, their face cast in harsh relief by the flickering glow of the screen. "Very

well, Samuel. We'll lend you our support, but there will be a price to pay.

Samuel nodded, his expression grim. "Of course. Nyour terms."

"We'll provide you with a tactical team, armed and ready to infiltrate Star City and apprehend this Emma Jones,"

the figure continued. "But there's bound to be collateral damage, casualties that will need to be... taken care of.

We'll expect you to handle the clean-up; no questions

asked."

A wave of relief washed over Samuel, and he felt the tension in his shoulders ease ever so slightly. "Consider it

done. You have my word-whatever mess is made, I'll ensure it's swept under the rug." "Then we have an accord,"

the figure replied, their avatar inclining ever so slightly in a semblance of a nod. "We'll be in touch with further

instructions. Don't make us regret this, Samuel.’

With that, the video feed winked out, plunging the room into silence once more, Samuel leaned back in his chair,

his mind already churning with the logistics of the operation head

Little did he know, however, that their entire exchange had been captured on video every damning word, every

illicit detail laid bare for the world to see. And as the final frames flickered across the screen, the incriminating

footage found its way into the hands of the one person Samuel had sought to destroy: Richard Madison himself,

safely ensconced in the heart of Star City.

As the truth of his grandfather's machinations unfolded before his eyes, Richard felt a burning rage ignite within

him, scorching through his veins like wildfire. The depth of Samuel's depravity knew no bounds, his thirst for

power and control eclipsing even the most sacred of familial bonds.

With a steely resolve, Richard tightened his grip on the evidence in his hands, a dark look crossing his eyes. The

tfor hiding, for playing by the rules, was over. He wanted a battle that would shake the very foundations of

Madison Industries and make his grandfather sha

in his boots.

"What do you want to do about it?" Mason, a friend of Richard, asks. He had been the one to hack the video call.

"What else? We are good citizens," Richard chuckled darkly.

"Should | forward this to the police then? But they can't be trusted." Mason said and walked over to the sofa to

take a seat.

"| just knew he would run to them after turning on the Heat a bit. The round table of favors, Richard chuckled.

"What will you do then?" Mason asked.

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"All those there have enemies. Why do | need to search for those to send it to? | just need someone with an army

to catch them in the act," Richard said.

"I can look into a Tew that have skind of power in the army."

"Look Into them. I will use it soon," Richard answered.

"You won't release it now?" Mason asked.

"Of course not. Timing is everything. | am full of patience. | will make him famous at just the right moment,"

Richard smiled coldly as he said these words.

The reckoning was near, and Richard would stop at nothing to bring his grandfather's empire crumbling down

around him, no matter the cost

The incessant ringing of the telephone pierced the tense silence of Samuel Madison's office, shattering his

brooding thoughts like a pebble through glass. With a weary sigh, he snatched. up the receiver, already knowing

who would be on the other end of the line. "Report," he barked, dispensing with pleasantries.

The voice that crackled through the speaker was hushed, filled with fear. "Sir, it's Mr. Bean. | regret to inform you

that our previous attempt to secure Mrs. Emma Jones was... unsuccessful. Samuel's grip tightened around the

phone, his veins popping. "Explain."

"Our operatives were intercepted at the city limits of Star City," Mr. Bean continued, his words tumbling out in a

nervous rush. "It seems Mr. Richard's security forces were expecting us. They were taken into custody before

they could even breach the perimeter." A muscle twitched in Samuel's jaw as he ground his teeth, a wave of hot

fury washing over him. "Unacceptable," he seethed. "That woman is the key to regaining control of this situation.

Without her influence over Richard, he'll be forced to see reason." "What are your orders, sir?" Mr. Bean's voice

was little more than a quavering whisper.

Samuel's steely gaze swept across the opulent expanse of his office, lingering on the framed

Is that adorned the walls-a lifetof achievements, a legacy forged through

blood, sweat, and no small measure of calculated ruthlessness. He would not allow it all to crumble into ruin, not

while there was still breath in his body.

"Ready the team again," he said at last, his tone brooking no argument. "This time, we're not going in alone. It's

tto call in reinforcements,"

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the line, but Mr. Bean knew better than to question his employer's

commands. "Yes, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements."

The line went dead, leaving Samuel alone with the weight of his decisions. He rose from his chair, his

movements slow and deliberate, and crossed to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. Star

City loomed in the distance, a glittering metropolis that had once been the crown jewel of his empire, now

transformed into an impregnable fortress under Richard's control.

Chapter 287: Dead or alive.

Chapter 187: Dead or alive.

A bitter smile twisted Samuel's face as he gazed out over the sprawling cityscape. "You can't hide from me

forever, boy," he muttered, his words laced with a cold, simmering menace." One way or another, I'll tear down

your walls and reclaim what is rightfully mine."