Chapter 4: How to Ruin a Billionaire Without Lifting a Finger
Chapter 4 – How to Ruin a Billionaire Without Lifting a Finger
The coffee in his hand still smelled amazing—nutty, deep, rich, everything a soul-scorched demon child needed to feel whole again.
Under the table, Naomi—aka Chair Leg—was curled up tighter than a tax fraud case on Judgment Day. Her breathing was quiet, but every now and then, he felt a tiny tremble through the polished floorboards. Girl was stressed. High-end perfume clung to the air near her, floral and citrusy, with an undercurrent of oh-gods-what-if-they-find-me panic.
Lux sighed and took a slow, almost meditative sip of his coffee.
Then the glass doors of the Sovereign Grand lobby opened again.
-Click. Click. Click.
Footsteps. Multiple. Sharp. Precise. Like investment bankers who moonlighted as bounty hunters. A whole squad of them walked in—five men and two women, all dressed in charcoal-gray suits tailored to hellish perfection. Each one had that air of practiced corporate menace. They look like they’d ruined a hundred startups before breakfast and didn’t flinch at legal grey zones.
And leading them?
A man.
Mid-thirties. Slicked-back ash-blond hair, jaw so sharp it probably signed contracts in blood. Designer shoes that never touched public sidewalks. His cufflinks gleamed like they were forged from generational wealth and tax evasion.
Lux sipped his coffee, not even blinking.