Rise of The Masked Billionaire Magnate

New threat

Chapter 6

“Alex?” she whispered, her voice soft… trembling with disbelief. “Is that really you? I’ve been hoping to see you all this while… thank goodness you’re here already.”

She stepped closer, lifting her hands as if to touch his face, but Alex stopped her, catching her wrists midair.

“What can I do for you, ma’am?” he asked, his tone clipped and professional as he let go of her hands.

Victoria sprang to her feet and rushed towards him quickly, but the guards stopped her before she could get a chance to reach him.

She collapsed to her knees instead, sobbing uncontrollably at Alex's feet. “Alex, son, please you can't do this to us. We made a terrible mistake. We never knew you were this wealthy. You can't take away the contract… our family would go bankrupt.”

“I ask again… how may I be of help here?” Alex snapped, his voice more icy now… like nothing they had said made sense to him.

One of the guards moved forward and lowered his head before him. “Boss. They had just finished dining in the executive lounge of the restaurant, and now they have refused to settle their bills.”

“No… no, that's not true.” Victoria cut in. “It's just… the contract… our credit cards have been affected too. We never said we weren't going to sort the bills.”

Alex folded his arms, his jaw clenched, his expression cold. “Alright, are you ready to pay up now, or would you rather head to the kitchen and start doing the dishes?”

“Dishes?” Elena chimed in, her eyes wide with terror. “Come on, baby. You won't let us do the dishes right? That's way below our status. I'm still your wife—”

“Ex-wife!” Alex snapped, stopping her before she could finish. He locked his gaze ahead, breaking eye contacts with them. “I see you all have nothing meaningful to say. I'm out of here. The security guards will escort you to the kitchen.”

“No… no, Alex. Wait, we need to talk. Come on, Alex…” Elena called out relentlessly, her voice echoing throughout the hallway.

But Alex didn't even bat an eye. He just kept moving, his shoes clinking softly on the cold marble tiles as he headed towards the door.

He had almost reached the door when a loud voice called out, freezing him in place. He turned slowly, and right there, Marcus was standing behind him, pinned firmly on both sides by the guards.

“You won't get away with this, loser! I promise you that!” Marcus roared on top of his voice, thrashing and kicking against the men pinning him down. “This is definitely not the end. I'll come back for you.”

Alex stood there, staring at him like he was nothing more than a fly. Then he gave the guards a dismissive wave and walked away.

As soon as he left, the guards grabbed Elena's hands, then Victoria's, then Marcus's… leading them towards the small door which led to the kitchen.

Alex returned to the Wellington Estate in no time. He made his way into his private office, crashing into the couch with a deep sigh.

James stormed in almost immediately.

“How did it go?”

Alex looked up at him, but he didn't say a word. He just rubbed his temples and gave a deep sigh… like the whole world was pressing down on him.

“Are you sure you're okay?” James quizzed again, panic rising in his voice. “Would you like me to get you the family doctor?”

“No, there would be no need for that. I'm fine.” Alex replied quickly, steadying his gaze. “I need you to get me Harlan Voss… right away. Sophia Reyes also. I need my team here before midnight.”

Harlan Voss was his grandfather’s oldest friend and toughest advisor. Sophia Reyes was the smartest financial expert in the company. Both of them had known Alexander’s secret the whole time. They had both waited three years for this night.

James nodded, rising to his feet. “I'll do that right away.” He echoed and turned to the door.

“One more thing, James.” Alex continued, stopping him abruptly. “I also need you and your men to put an eye on Marcus Ashford. Report every detail about him to me… his daily life, who he visits, where he lives, where he works.”

“Sure, boss. I'll do just that.” James replied and left without another word.

By evening, Alex sat around the big desk with Harlan and Sophia, celebrating the company's greatness.

Harlan poured whiskey into the three glasses on the table, a smirk playing on his lips. “First twenty-four hours, and you’ve already wrecked half the city. I’m proud of you, kid.”

Sophia opened her laptop, taking a slow sip of whiskey. “Thompson stock dropped ninety-two percent today. They’re finished.” She glanced at Alex, catching his full attention. “Want me to purchase the scraps for pennies?”

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and calculating. “Not yet. Let them squirm a little longer.”

Harlan raised his glass. “To greater victories… and to the new king.”

They clinked their glasses and took a sip.

Alexander set his glass down with a sharp thud, exhaling deeply.

“Now, the real work begins,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence as tension settled over the room.

Harlan and Sophia exchanged puzzled glances at each other, their eyes flashing with curiosity.

Alex leaned forward, pressing his hands together as he glanced between them. “Now that I’ve officially taken on the role of the CEO, a new threat has emerged… and I’m certain it won’t be long before he makes his first move.”

“A new threat?” They echoed, their brows knitting in confusion.

“Who is it? Tell us, and we’ll make sure he doesn’t see another day,” Harlan growled.

Alex shook his head firmly. “This enemy is not one who can be easily targeted. As a matter of fact, it’s not just one person… they are numerous. They’re coming for me, and they’re definitely coming for the Wellington Empire as well.”

Harlan and Sophia exchanged a confused glance.

While they were still trying so hard to understand what he meant by those words, Alex reached into the desk cabinets.