The Art of Wealth: I Became a Billionaire

For now, Elliot was staying at Raymond’s Gatehouse, a quiet, isolated building on the far end of the town. The team had agreed it was the safest place to hide him. After what happened during the rescue, they knew George’s men would be watching closely, waiting for any sign of where Elliot might be.

Raymond wasn’t a fool.

He knew they were being tailed, probably every hour, every step, every move. So, he ordered his men to stay on high alert. Movement was restricted. Every car ride had a plan, and every exit had a backup route. There was no room for carelessness.

But despite all of it, Raymond kept one thing secret from Elliot.

The safe room, a hidden chamber built deep within the house, where their most confidential plans and secrets were kept. Only trusted allies had access to it.

Elliot wasn’t one of them.

Not yet. He hadn’t shared anything. No information, updates, or gratitude. He just kept quiet.

And that didn’t sit right with some of the men.

But Raymond didn’t waste his energy on Elliot’s attitude. His heart and head were with Edward, the guard who took a bullet during the mission. He had been moved to a hospital under a false name for security reasons, but updates weren’t good.

He wasn’t waking up. His body was healing, but his mind wasn’t responding. And that? That weighed heavily on Raymond.

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