A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything
Chapter 51: Ten Billion Dollars?!

Chapter 51: Ten Billion Dollars?!

Mrs Jackson’s throat ran dry, gazing at Kieran who swiftly moved himself off his seat towards her. She knew he would have been wondering inside himself why she kept silent despite being accused of murder... But a second later, it came to her she didn’t need to really worry about this.

Just because.

She cleared her throat. "We aren’t having another banter yet, Mr Holland. So, let’s do well not to stick fingers at each other for no certain reason."

Kieran nodded back with a gentle smile, and she returned it, though not in one other than mixed with frustration, and she turned to leave. Before she exited through the automatic door, Kieran had said,

"Don’t you also feel like something doesn’t connect about the guy’s death? I’m not talking about why he died or who might have probably killed him... But something is definitely missing."

Mrs Jackson had held on at the doorstep, almost about to start reasoning with this man of all people. Even till she walked through the corridor, the thoughts lingered in her mind — what else might be unbelievable apart from Cade being dead and sent to the morgue?

But then, there was only a way to look into things. Mrs Jackson pulled out her phone mid-step and dialled her bodyguard. When the call was picked, Mrs Jackson had said right away,

"Get the car ready. We’re heading the South City Police Morgue."

... The air around the Holland Firing Range isn’t one of warmth as a sauna nor one of silence as a worship ground. No — the air itself grew hot with every bullet that Chairman Holland shot from his black riffle, which also sent a sharp sound down the wide courtyard.

Cade Jones stood by his side, his head turned down, hands clasped behind him with a little bit of calm in him. Not something you would expect from someone that’s *really* abducted.

Well, that was expected. He followed the two guys by himself to this place, and at the same time, it wasn’t like he didn’t know who this man was. Their groups used to be somewhat real partners — that was years until Mrs Jackson left the Holland Corporations.

Chairman Holland, clad in a black suit, with a glasses, stretched his hand towards Cade who instantly handed him the remaining two bullets. The man rolled them into the rifle one after the other, and aimed at the distance. He waited, as the firing coach raised his hands, then threw a pebble high into the air. With practiced ease, years of mastery of precision and accuracy, the Chairman shot the bullet before the pebble would reach the ground.

And mid-air, the bullet shattered the pebble. The stats updated on a screen above the Chairman — twenty bullets shot, zero missed.

Cade’s throat ran dry. How could he be so good at shooting?

But as if anyone here would give him the privilege to be so much at ease — the Chairman turned the rifle at him and corked it.

Cade’s chest tightened. His breathing shakened, and he clenched his wet palms.

The Chairman asked him, "Do you understand everything I told you?"

Cade immediately dropped to his knees, clasping his palm tightly to the opaque floor. "Y-yes, Chairman! I won’t disappoint you."

The man turned his glance away soon as he slowly lowered the riffle. A second later, a maid in blue uniform collected the riffle from him, brought him a glass of iced wine and cleaned his sweat with an handkerchief.

Staring down at the vast courtyard, while sipping the wine, he said to Cade, "... We humans used to be vulnerable to only a few ways of dying, until we ourselves multiplied them. Making guns, knives, daggers, building large trucks that might cause accidents on the road, and so many more. Thus, our lives are just as meaningless as that of the pebbles when faced with danger. If I hesitate in shattering you like I did to the pebbles with this riffle..." he turned his face at Cade, stoic and just so reserved, "... that means I am giving you a chance to set things right yourself. To take down your enemy who took everything from you, and give your last relative a happy life after your own demise."

Cade shuddered, trembling profusely as he gritted his teeth. Before the Chairman left, he gave him a piece of advice:

"Don’t misuse this opportunity I’m giving you."

After he left, one of the two guys who brought him here walked to his front and handed him a cheque. Cade’s eyes widened and lips parted as he saw the amount on the cheque...

"T-ten billion?!" he exclaimed out loudly.

He gasped and mouthed *so many money* before he sluggishly rose up his knees. His lips were chapped and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as he rose. But what was most important to him now was how to carry out Chairman Holland’s order.

Because he had no business with his grandmother yet gave him ten billion dollars to take care of her even after he himself had turned himself in at the police station and sentenced to death. With this, she could get proper treatments and recover soon enough, then start living the life of a billionaire too!

Cade clenched his fist as he stomped outside the building, where they had left him a red powered bike. He thought, sliding over it and putting the helmet on, ’This is worth the shot!’

Then he kicked on the engine and sped onto the road. Just as a few moments passed while driving, he suddenly saw a car rev closer to his side... He looked sideways to see Detective Haxton being the one driving it.

He looked paler than him, like an extremely sick person. The guy’s punch was that devastating?

But Cade didn’t mind him whatsoever, and he looked forward...

Detective Haxton shouted, "I know your bike is faster than my car... But think about how I found you in the first place."

It took Cade a few seconds to realise. He raised his brows and soon pulled over near a tall borehole... The Detective parked next to him.

Cade ran his hand over himself, and soon touched something round behind his ear. He grunted as he pulled it off, and it exactly was what he expected — a tracking bug. But without hesitation, he threw it on the ground and stamped it till it shattered.

Detective Haxton raised his brows.

Cade got back on the bike, and said, "We’re no longer on the recent agreement. But... I will still turn myself in later."

... And he sped off. The detective shouted at him but voice isn’t enough to make a hard-hearted man to change his mind.

The whole gist of Cade going to the Firing Range owned by the Hollands and changing plans isn’t very clear to the detective, but he was sure on one thing... Cade was going for Mrs Jackson now.

He immediately pulled out his phone, and gave orders to his team to go secure Mrs Jackson wherever she was.

Cade Jones, this notorious hired killer, was coming for her. The snake she nurtured.

***

Kieran sat in his lounge, legs crossed and an arm slung over the couch’s arm. Today was the first time he had time to watch his favourite series again — Black Mirror. But while at the middle of it, a news notification dropped from the screen’s icon.

The headline made Kieran frown in confusion, before he said, "Switch to the news."

Then the screen switched interfaces. It was to the video of a reporter standing amidst a crowd of others like her and most importantly, many police officers. The headline was *The police sending in reinforcements to safeguard Mrs Elizabeth Jackson for no explained reason.*

.... Kieran smirked. Now, things were actually seeming to go the way he thought. Who says Cade Jones is dead? And that whosoever helped him out of the police headquarters with a fake death idea isn’t a police as well?

That was just his assumption, yet it seemed right in a sense. But whosoever told the police to safeguard Mrs Jackson would have been one who knew about Cade Jones and what he would do first thing out of the police quarters.

Hunt down the person that betrayed him.

Who might that be?

... But most importantly, the police seem to be midled...

"... Cade won’t take the guts of going for her directly when her security is even tight without the police. I can’t believe he fooled them. He would actually go for something Mrs Jackson herself must listen to him in other to protect. What a game this is."

Kieran then leaned back in his seat, smiling.

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