hotmtlnovel Chapter 149
Chapter 149
upon hearing what the servant just said.
master silver's fist crashed onto his mahogany desk, making priceless artifacts jump and scatter.
"what do you mean vanished?"
his voice thundered through the study room, making the servant cower further.
"my son..."
his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"my heir..."
his face turned purple with rage, veins pulsing at his temples. "someone dare touch my family?"
he couldn't believe what he just heard.
"are you telling me, noah isn't inside his room."
the servant shakes his head.
"no sir, we have searched everywhere for him but he's no where to be found."
at that moment mr silver's eyes folded.
"mobilize everyone! every contact, every resource! check all the cctv cameras, i want him found immediately"
without wasting anymore time he grabbed his phone, his fingers stabbing at numbers with violent precision.
"i want my son found now!" "whoever did this will suffer for generations"
he said out loud his lips shaking with rage.
for three days, the silver family's considerable resources scoured the city like a tidal wave; their cctv camera footage didn't give them any information.
they searched every warehouse, every abandoned building, every possible hiding place.
money flowed like water as informants were paid, bribes were made to gangs to get information, threats were issued to some people who they think might be involved in the disappearance of noah.
the underground trembled at the silver family fury as they looked for information.
then, early saturday morning, the call came.
"sir,"
his head of security's voice shook. "we... we found him."
immediately mr.silver stood up.
his hand held onto his phone so tightly.
"where! how is he..."
he said with a worried voice.
the head of security then explained everything to mr.silver.
saying they found noah in an abandoned warehouse, tied to a rusted pillar. his once-expensive clothes were filthy rags, his manicured hands raw and bleeding from desperate attempts to free himself. his perfectly styled hair was matted with dirt and blood. continue reading at empire
he growled, his eyes burning with hatred.
"in one week, i'll paint this city red with that bastard's blood, no power on earth will protect him from my vengeance."
just then, his private secretary burst into the room, her face pale as death.
"master silver."
she gasped, clutching her tablet. "urgent message from the capital..."
at that moment the tension in the room ratcheted up another notch, as if sensing another piece being added to this deadly game.
master silver's grip on his phone tightened until the case cracked. "the g families are meeting immediately?"
'even in my darkest times, i've never seen them all gather.'
he said to himself.
"are you sure about this!!"
"yes, sir,"
the voice trembled.
"all five paramount families..."
the secretary paused, swallowing audibly.
the g 5 are five top families who came together to form an organization, they couldn't fold their hands and watched lady madison step on them, so the organization was formed, with all of their resources put together, they can rival lady madison easily.
but at the same time to try to stay out of her way.
so in time they became a force to be reckoned with within the country and the world.
mr silver was still confused because they hardly met.
"what could cause this?"
master silver's voice turned sharp, his revenge temporarily forgotten. "not even world wars would bring everyone together this quickly."
" sir, as for the information i was sent, someone is ascending, not just to our level, but..."
her voice hesitated, fear evident. "they say this person might reach the apex. above even the g families themselves."
"who?"
master silver demanded, his face paling.
'who could rise above the g families? that impossible!'
"which family dares to climb so high and i haven't noticed?"
"that's just it, sir. it's not a family at all."
the secretary's voice dropped to a whisper.
"just one person – they call him the godly investor."
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across the city, ethan stood before a full-length mirror in his hotel suite, adjusting his perfectly tailored suit.