A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 27: The True Enemy

The following days, everyone hoped nothing had gone wrong in the conference room. Because it definitely took a toll on Kieran.

Those who knew him well, like Zyn and Jaxon, understood his breakdown would never be because of what others think of him. Or what anyone else did to him... Not at all. But Kieran was the kind to be at his lows when he's ashamed of himself. When he feels bad about himself.

Same as why he quit boxing at 17. It was because he hated the thought of being someone who earns money by injuring others. He could have become a star boxer who earns thousands if he had continued, but he quit and applied for a part-time job that paid a few dollars per hour.

With the knowledge of his past, they knew why he was like this now. It was definitely because he still held on to the incident from a month ago. Perhaps it was seeing the face of the dead man's wife in the meeting room that left him speechless and worn out back then – Jaxon had assumed while discussing this with Zyn.

If only everything had stopped there. Because for the past two days, Kieran had locked himself inside.

No bodyguards in the drinking room. Just Kieran and his heavy heart, holding tightly onto the neck of a vodka. Many bottles like this lay freely around on the floor and even on the alcohol rack. He drank his heart out... Maybe at this point, maybe crying the tears out would even be better than blaming himself in silence.

"If I didn't call the police on him..." Kieran mumbled, his face red and eyes as though they would pop out, "... no one would have known anything. He wouldn't have died... because of me."

Preventing such tragedy... was why he didn't press charges against the man. He never wanted the blood of anyone on his hands, but... why now?

Kieran made a tut, then gulped the alcohol down. He hiccupped silently. "Why is... being a wealthy man so hard? God... the poor have no idea of the grace they've got."

Back then, he had thought that if he ever won a lottery, he would live a life similar to being in paradise. Plenty of supercars, countless shopping, exotic brands... Yes, he did all of that. But at what cost?

To have the blood of people on your hands and always have someone targeting you. That you even start to think your close ones are trying to attack you – it sounded crazy when Kieran thought about it, but there still seemed to be truth there. He had questioned... What if Zyn and Jaxon were disguising themselves as good people to him?

What if they were after his money as well?

With a loud yell, Kieran slammed the drink on the ground, shards of glass spreading all over. As though something were controlling him, something he couldn't fully grasp, he stomped closer to the rack and pushed all the alcohol downwards. They all shattered right away, the last drip of a lifetime's drinks tipping off the shards' sharp edges.

He had just wasted millions of dollars... yet he felt nothing else but pure hatred. Hatred for whoever made the statement, money is everything. Why couldn't he continue living his peaceful life now that he could buy islands, that he could turn cities into paradise? Why?!

Kieran clasped his palm over a shard of glass, so much that he started bleeding. But he didn't let go, gritting his teeth non-stop.

In a moment, a warm hand landed softly on the back of his palm. Kieran almost yelped out of fright because he heard no sound of anyone coming in, yet this tiny, light-skinned female's hand was on his. He looked up to see someone – a lady in the usual uniform worn by the maids around his penthouse, who had a face shaped like a heart, lips full unlike his broken heart.

The lady said warmly, gently removing his hand from the shard, "You can let go of everything but me. I'm here for you."

Kieran looked at her in wonder, lips parting, and he didn't even resist as she held up his hand. Now that he had let go of the glass, the cut in his palm stung... And he winced until the lady placed that same bloodied palm on her cheeks.

"What...?" Kieran paused mid-statement as she let go of his hand.

But she didn't stop there. Kieran's widened eyes followed the movement of her fingers to her back, and she drew down her cloth zip, letting the dress drape freely down her body.

"What are you...?"

The lady cut in slowly, now half-naked, with only a bra and her underwear, "I'm here to ease your worries, sir."

She then stepped much closer. And took Kieran's hand with practiced ease, placing it gently on her chest. He felt it – her skin was warm and smooth. In the next second, she stepped closer. Then closer. And finally, her body brushed against his sleeveless vest.

... But as she reached to brush lips with him, Kieran turned his face away. Immediately, his expression turned from confused to tight. Because now, he was done wondering – he now knew the answer.

Without hesitation, Kieran pulled off her bra and grabbed her breasts right away. The lady moaned out loudly. Kieran was supposed to pull her closer if he wanted any intimacy, to pin her close to the wall and dig deep. But no, he wanted to torment her – gripping her breasts and leaving her moaning in torment.

"W-why...?" the lady stuttered, but her moaning soon muffled the question.

Kieran's expression was almost cold, watching her and doing his thing. He then said, "They must have sent you here to kill me. Walking inside freely and offering yourself to me... I get horny, but I know not to stick my dick just anywhere."

The lady moaned again and again until Kieran let go. She gasped, curling downwards to shield herself.

Kieran asked, his tone thick and commanding, "Who sent you here?"

The lady denied, "Wh-what are you talking about, sir? I was only trying to help—"

"I have lived with a lot of people and can tell whose action is fake and whose is real," Kieran stated. "If you were really a maid here, you would know where to trespass into and where not to. Your movements stop at the lounge and the main kitchen of the penthouse. Now, tell me... what else besides sneaking have you done to get in here?"

The lady swallowed, turning her glance away. Then, in a sudden moment, she straightened her back and drew out a flick knife, pointing it at Kieran.

Nonetheless, Kieran turned his back on her to pick up his phone. Mid-step, he said, "Get out of here as fast as you can—"

"AH!"

He heard her roar only to spin around to see her dash at him with the knife. Kieran gasped, caught off guard... and he jerked aside, widening his arms to avoid the knife.

But as the lady drew past, it slashed his wrist a little bit. Before she could make another attack, Kieran seized her wrists, held them together, and pinned her to the wall.

In the process, her silvery hair wig fell off, revealing her actual face. Kieran hadn't met her before... but she was Aria, the slender lady who was so persistent with the captain when they were going to ambush the prison bus back then.

The more Kieran looked at her, trying to catch some recognition, the more stressed he became. But right when he was about to drop her, she scoffed,

"You think you're that big and safe from all this shit? No, you are not, jackass! Just wait till you're brought not only down the hierarchy of wealth, but also one that people use to classify you as a human. They're all seeing you in a different colour bit by bit – your colleagues, friends and even the police—"

Kieran frowned. "What have the police got to do with this?"

Aria smirked. "You're clueless about it all, aren't you? Just wait till we're done with—"

Kieran suddenly dropped her. She yelped as her butt hit the ground hard. As he turned to leave, Kieran said,

"I don't know which one angers you most at this point. Whether because I evaded your sneak attack or that I didn't fuck you."

"You bastard!" Aria grunted, getting off the ground.

Kieran stopped just at the stairway, and he sighed. A frown spread across his face, and he warned, his tone deep,

"Whatever you guys have in plan for me, keep going. But don't you dare bring my friends into this." He glared back at Aria, who clearly was about to gasp at the sight he held, "I'll forsake all morality... and kill you if you hurt them. Other than that, I'll turn a blind eye to everything else."

Then he stepped down the sturdy stairway. Aria watched him in silence, her lips almost parting. Someone who could do anything for his friends? She didn't know there were fools left in this current world.

When Kieran was about to step out of the door, she asked loudly, "I tried to kill you... then why are you letting me go?"

Kieran turned, his tone now conversational and teasing as usual, "... Oh, that? I don't know. But I don't really care. As far as I am not hurt, I know you're doing this for something, maybe money or freedom, but yeah... being a slave to something is dangerous and pushes you to do anything. I am just saying, but all humans are slaves to something."

Aria's lips parted. She couldn't say anything until Kieran disappeared. She was about to reminisce about the words he had uttered when her phone chimed.

Her chest tightened at seeing who it was – the captain.

She picked it anyway.

The captain asked, "Have you done it?"

Aria sighed. "I'm sorry. It's a failure this time."

The captain went silent for a while before saying, "Return to the base. You have got to explain yourself to the madam."

Aria's eyes widened. "Madam Jackson is at the base?!"

.... Meanwhile, leaning outside the room's door was Kieran, his arms crossed. The part ... Madam Jackson... hollered in his ears. He didn't know how to react now – maybe to celebrate that he had known who his enemy was or panic over being targeted again.

'So it was you... Mrs Jackson.'

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