From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663: A Dangerous Enemy

When Max stepped into his executive office, the scene that greeted him was far from the professional atmosphere he expected. The inner circle of the Billion Bloodline group was treating his high-end furniture like a playground. They were lounging across the designer sofas, shouting over each other, and raiding the specialized mini-fridges he kept stocked for high-level meetings. To make matters worse, they were leaving a trail of condensation rings and snack wrappers across his polished mahogany surfaces.

"What exactly is going on in here?" Max asked, his voice low and dangerous as he surveyed the carnage. "Do you guys truly lose all sense of self-control the moment Aron isn’t around to keep you in line?"

He glanced toward his main desk, half-expecting to see his shadow standing there. Usually, Aron would be at his side or at least lurking in the corners to handle the housekeeping, but ever since Max had infiltrated June Stone University, their dynamic had shifted. Aron was currently embedded as a janitor on campus, and even Max didn’t know his exact location at all times. He just lived with the silent assurance that if his life were ever in genuine peril, the silent assassin would materialize out of thin air.

Sitting in his office now were Wolf, Joe, Stephen, and a very relaxed Darno.

"Hey, take it easy, aren’t you supposed to be a rich dude now?" Darno said, popping a grape into his mouth. "You’ve got a building full of staff. You can just snap your fingers and get one of the cleaners to scrub the place, right?"

"So that makes it okay to turn my office into a dumpster?" Max countered, a vein beginning to throb in his temple. "I am already in a foul mood thanks to a certain loose-lipped man who can’t keep my identity a secret, so you’d better get on your hands and knees and start clearing this mess up immediately!"

It felt as if literal steam were about to vent from the top of Max’s head. Sensing the genuine shift in his aura, the others quickly scrambled to tidy up. Even Darno dropped to his knees to gather the trash. The only one who didn’t move was Wolf, who remained sprawled across the sofa with his arms stretched behind his head.

"I told you idiots this would be his reaction," Wolf claimed, his expression turning sharp as he looked at Max. "Anyway, Max, the antics aside, we’re here because there’s something pressing you need to know. Depending on how this plays out, we could be looking at a serious situation."

The sudden shift to a serious tone drained the levity from the room. The atmosphere became heavy with the weight of impending conflict.

"Oh, is this about what I was reporting earlier?" Darno asked, standing up and dusting off his knees. His ears practically perked up at the mention of a threat. "I’ve been tracking some suspicious activity. There have been unidentified cars circling our perimeter lately. Every time I send a scout to intercept them, or even when I try to run them down myself, they zoom off the second they see us making a move. They’re testing our response times."

Darno leaned against a chair, his brow furrowing. "It’s quite clear someone is planning a coordinated hit. Is it a remnant of the Gilt Rats looking for revenge?"

"About that," Wolf said, his voice cutting through the speculation. "I’ve been cross-referencing reports with Joe and Stephen, as well as some of our guys down at the Pit. It’s becoming very clear who is orchestrating this. It’s Dud... do you remember him?"

"Dud?" Na said, his voice echoing with disbelief. "If he’s already surfacing across your entire infrastructure, it means he’s prepared, Max. He isn’t just looking for a scuffle; he’s looking for a war. This is something you should be genuinely worried about."

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