When the ruthless billionaire attempts to silence a teenager with his luxury car his supposed dead father suddenly arrives with an army of armored vehicles.
CHAPTER 2: THE MAN WHO CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD
The heavy afternoon sunlight reflected blindingly off the polished chrome grille of the lead armored SUV as its engine rumbled with a deep, menacing vibration. The crowd of wealthy onlookers on the manicured Beverly Hills boulevard gasped, stepping back onto the flawless hedges as fifteen identical matte-black vehicles completely blocked the street.
Victor Grant’s face drained of all color, his arrogant posture dissolving into a pathetic, trembling shell of pure terror as he stared at the towering figure before him. The man slowly lowered his polarized aviator sunglasses, revealing piercing steel-gray eyes that carried the absolute weight of a ghost haunting the living.
"Richard... no, that's impossible, your plane went down over the Atlantic five years ago!" Victor choked out, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeak of utter disbelief. Richard Carter did not blink, his gaze fixed on the man who had stolen his company, framed his disappearance, and tried to run down his son.
"They told the world my plane crashed, Victor, but they forgot to check the cargo hold where I was locked away before your mercenaries threw me overboard," Richard stated, his voice ringing with cold, lethal authority. Liam stood frozen against the marble fountain, clutching his cell phone tightly as the video call to his father remained active and recording every second.
The heavy silence that followed was broken only by the clicking of camera shutters from distant paparazzi who had rushed over to capture the historic confrontation. Victor’s private bodyguards stepped forward nervously, but one look from the heavily armed security personnel pouring out of the fifteen SUVs made them drop their hands.
"You thought you won, didn't you? You thought my son was all alone in this city, easy prey for your intimidation tactics and vehicular accidents," Richard advanced slowly. Each step he took forced Victor to retreat backward toward his luxury Rolls-Royce, his expensive leather shoes stumbling awkwardly over the stone curb.
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"This is a misunderstanding, Richard! The board voted you out legally, the estate was settled, everything was done by the book!" Victor stammered wildly, waving his hands in frantic denial. Richard let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a visible shudder through the billionaire's expensive designer suit jacket.
"By the book? We are going to open that book right now, chapter by chapter, starting with the offshore accounts you opened the day after my supposed death," Richard snapped. The dramatic tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, drawing the eyes of every billionaire resident watching from their wrought-iron balconies.
