The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 499

Chapter 228: The Devil’s Insurance

The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, each one sending another wave of ten through Bill’s battered body.

His grip tightened around the phone.

Every muscle in his body screamed at him to move, to get up, to do something, but fear rooted him to the chair.

Monroe’s warning echoed in his mind. The beating. The threats. The cold certainty in the man’s eyes when he spoke about consequences.

Had they changed their minds?

Had Damien Blackwood decided twenty-four hours was too generous after all?

A cold sweat broke across Bill’s skin as the footsteps drew closer.

Each one echoed through the hollow silence of the mansion like a countdown to an execution.

His pulse hammered in his ears.

It had to be Monroe.

Who else would come back after what happened?

Bill’s breathing quickened, every muscle in his battered body locking up.

The footsteps stopped.

Then finally, a figure appeared in the doorway.

Bill’s breath caught and the fear on his face shifted instantly into confusion.

“What are you doing here?”

It was his driver.

The man stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale as he took in the destruction around him.

His eyes swept across the wrecked study–the overturned furniture, the shattered glass, the gutted cabinets, the scattered documents littering the floor.

Then his gaze landed on Bill

His disheveled hair.

Chapter 228 The Devil’s Insurance

The blood matted near his temple.

The split lip.

The bruises already darkening across his face.

The panic on the driver’s face was immediate.

“Sir…?”

He rushed forward without hesitation.

“Sir! What happened to you?” he asked, his voice rising with alarm. “What happened her

Bill let out a shuddering breath of relief, which quickly curdled into bile-filled rage.

“Stop asking questions, you moron!” he snapped. “Where the hell were you?!”

The driver stumbled back, visibly rattled.

“I-I didn’t leave, Sir,” he stammered, shaking his head frantically. “I was in the undergroun garage. After I parked the car, I went to the restroom and…”

His face paled.

“Two men in suits grabbed me when I came out. They locked me inside and wouldn’t let n

leave.”

The driver’s eyes darted nervously around the wrecked study.

“I kept banging on the door, Sir. Nobody came. They only let me out when they were leaving

Bill waved him off impatiently.

“Useless.”

The driver immediately fell silent.

A moment later, he hesitated.

“Sir…” His voice trembled. “Those men…”

He swallowed hard.

“Were they Mr. Blackwood’s men?”

“Who else would it be, you dimwit?!” Bill roared, though his voice cracked from the pain.

His chest rose and fell violently.

Chapter 228 The Devil’s Insurance

“What are you standing there for? Be useful and get upstairs!”

He pointed toward the staircase.

“Pack my things. Anything valuable you see, take it. Jewelry, watches, cash-I don’t Take everything.”

A brief pause.

“We’re leaving this place in two hours.”

His eyes hardened.

“Now move!”

The driver flinched at the outburst.

For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to say something, but one look at Bill’s bloodied face and murderous expression was enough to change his mind.

“Yes, Sir! Yes, I’m going!”

The driver turned and scrambled up the stairs.

As soon as he was alone, Bill’s attention returned to the phone in his hand.

His fingers trembled as they moved across the cracked screen.

Ignoring his primary accounts, he navigated through a series of hidden menus before opening an encrypted folder concealed deep within the device.

A grim smile tugged at his split lip.

They thought they had taken everything.

They were wrong.

He opened a private account-his off-the-books sanctuary.

The sight of it immediately eased some of the panic clawing at his chest.

This was his real insurance policy.

The home of his casino winnings, undeclared commissions, side deals, and countless transactions that had never found their way onto an official record.

Money accumulated over years of quiet greed and careful deception. Money hidden from auditors, accountants, and even his own wife.

$195,000,000.

Dev’s Insurance

It wasn’t the empire he had lost, but it was enough.

Enough to disappear.

Enough to become a ghost.

And more than enough to buy the kind of retribution he had in mind.

Ignoring the pain radiating through his battered body, Bill initiated a wire transfer.

Five million dollars.

A painful amount of money under normal circumstances.

Today, it felt insignificant.

Compared to what he had lost, it was nothing.

Bill’s expression hardened as he attached a message to the transaction.

50% now. Send the video and I’ll transfer the rest.

Beneath the message, he included a photo of Brandy Martinez along with the addresses her home and workplace.

For a moment, Bill stared at her picture on the screen.

A bitter feeling twisted inside him.

Looking at her now, he couldn’t help thinking about how all of this had started.

Back then, he had genuinely believed she was interested in him. She had laughed at his jokes, sought him out whenever she had the chance, and looked at him in a way that made him feel years younger than he really was. At the time, he hadn’t questioned any of it.

Why would he?

He had power. Status Influence.

Women had always been drawn to men like him.

Only later did he realize that none of it had ever been about him.

It had always been about Ashcroft.

The realization still infuriated him.

Everything she had done, every conversation, every calculated move had been centered

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