The Peerless Man With a Thousand Gifts
img img The Peerless Man With a Thousand Gifts img Chapter 5 The Beginning
Chapter 18 Behind His Back img
Chapter 19 Answers img
Chapter 20 Let Me In img
Chapter 21 Class Upgraded img
Chapter 22 The Concert img
Chapter 23 Back Home img
Chapter 24 Another Conspiracy img
Chapter 25 Instant Retribution 1 img
Chapter 26 Instant Retribution 2 img
Chapter 27 A Friend In Need img
Chapter 28 The Reunion img
Chapter 29 Mayfair Lagoon img
Chapter 30 The Favor img
Chapter 31 The Billionaire Goddess img
Chapter 32 Private Talk img
Chapter 33 The Decent Proposal img
Chapter 34 The Indecent Proposal img
Chapter 35 Gangsters img
Chapter 36 Exploitation img
Chapter 37 Consolation and Credit img
Chapter 38 Dark History img
Chapter 39 Treachery Begins At Home img
Chapter 40 How Dare You! img
Chapter 41 Victor's Wrath img
Chapter 42 Pimps-in-law img
Chapter 43 An Empire Has Fallen img
Chapter 44 Divorce Proceedings img
Chapter 45 It's Not A Date img
Chapter 46 Return of the Blackwells img
Chapter 47 Return of the Blackwells 2 img
Chapter 48 New Guests img
Chapter 49 Fierce Confrontation img
Chapter 50 Donnie Knows No Fear img
Chapter 51 A Fight To The Death img
Chapter 52 Bow Down To Caesar img
Chapter 53 Returning The Favor img
Chapter 54 The Elite Gathering img
Chapter 55 Identity Revealed img
Chapter 56 The Triumvirate img
Chapter 57 Queen of Flowers img
Chapter 58 Confrontation With The Ex img
Chapter 59 You Have Changed img
Chapter 60 Prince Damien img
Chapter 61 The Scandal img
Chapter 62 Tristar's Launch img
Chapter 63 Haley's Arrival img
Chapter 64 The Twin Sisters img
Chapter 65 The Next Big Star img
Chapter 66 Feelings img
Chapter 67 Who's Kyle img
Chapter 68 Dave's Story img
Chapter 69 The Models Agency img
Chapter 70 Shannon Junior img
Chapter 71 Death Wish img
Chapter 72 The Best Day Of Her Life img
Chapter 73 The Worst Day Of Her Life img
Chapter 74 Stranger In The Looking Glass img
Chapter 75 Gerald's Worst Nightmare img
Chapter 76 Lobo The Brute img
Chapter 77 Reversal Of Fortune img
Chapter 78 The Blackwell Prince img
Chapter 79 Who Is The Mysterious Man img
Chapter 80 Sparkling Soy img
Chapter 81 Threesome img
Chapter 82 Is She A Villainess img
Chapter 83 Charming Man img
Chapter 84 The Bolton Arrival img
Chapter 85 Regal Rock img
Chapter 86 The Four Star General img
Chapter 87 Waiting For Caesar img
Chapter 88 Project Swallowtail img
Chapter 89 Blackmail img
Chapter 90 Whirlwind of Death img
Chapter 91 Blame Game img
Chapter 92 Damsel In Distress img
Chapter 93 Blackwell Brat img
Chapter 94 Carnage img
Chapter 95 Alexander Blackwell img
Chapter 96 The Masquerade img
Chapter 97 A Mountain of Gifts img
Chapter 98 A Mountain of Gifts 2 img
Chapter 99 Real or Fake img
Chapter 100 The Macintosh Plan img
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Chapter 5 The Beginning

A coded message was transmitted to certain chosen individuals across the globe.

Somewhere in the Indian Ocean, a high-ranked general inside a war submarine received a low-frequency ping.

A hard-boiled woman sitting in the back of a traveling truck in the Sahara desert found a message on her satellite phone.

An elite commander leading a guerrilla team in the ganglands of Venezuela received a communication on his radio.

A world leader delivering a speech to millions of followers read an urgent message on his phone.

A beautiful woman on a private jet jumped for joy when her manager whispered the news to her.

The exceptional individuals who received the message either mouthed or thought the same words. "Emperor Caesar is back!"

Victor decided to walk back home. He wasn't expecting Carol's return anytime soon. She was sensitive about her family and would go to great lengths to defend them. Moreover, she never realized that they wanted to exploit her.

Victor had tolerated their abuse in the past, considering her emotions. Tonight was the first time he had misbehaved with them. Carol may not let that slide. Moreover, his in-laws were likely to have filled her head with poison about him.

On reaching his street, Victor stood on the pavement and furrowed his brows. An unconventional scene presented itself before him.

A dozen expensive cars were parked on the lawn. About fifty guards in suits had formed a boulevard from the road to his doorway. They hung their heads in reverence as he approached.

Victor looked across the street. It was a miracle that his neighbors had not noticed the crowd. Perhaps they were out for the night? He sighed and walked into his house. Inside, more guards stood in attention and greeted him respectfully.

An aristocratic man around forty relaxed on the couch and watched the hearth crackling. He was wearing a Napoli suit with Chopard, gold-rimmed glasses. His aura was as if the man was acquainted with ordering people around. However, he jumped to his feet when Victor entered the living room.

"Who are you?" Victor asked the stranger.

The man rushed forward and took a knee before him, his eyes downcast. The guards also followed suit. "My name is Clive Baron, sir. I am your humble servant and head butler moving forward."

Victor raised an eyebrow. Had the New World Order (NWO) already sent someone to serve him? He disconnected the call barely fifteen minutes back. But such promptness and readiness were not surprising, considering the unlimited resources this powerful organization commanded.

Victor eyed the man and sized him up. Clive Baron? This magnate often appeared on the local news, hailed as the lord of Springfield. Clive was the wealthiest billionaire in the city and owned almost half the land and resources. He ranked among the top two hundred billionaires in the country. Compared to him, James Colbert was a peasant.

"What is your rank in the NWO?"

Clive hesitated. The man, the myth, Caesar, was right before him. Clive's rank was too low to even speak to the legendary man. Yet, he had already taken his vow and had to surrender to Caesar's will. "I am a 3-star, sir."

Victor cast a cold, demeaning glance at him. A 3-star? He should be greeted by no lower than a 5-star. However, at such short notice, it was acceptable. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Victor took a seat while Clive stood by him like a butler. "We are lucky the neighbors haven't noticed," he told the billionaire. "I want the cars and the guards gone. Right away."

"Yes, sir!" Clive snapped his fingers and barked out the orders. Immediately, the guards bowed and left the house. Cars screeched out of the driveway and disappeared into the city.

When it was peaceful again, Clive turned to Victor and knelt again. "Sir, if I may, my rank is indeed too low to serve you. However, I was ordered to break protocol because of your unexpected return. Regardless, I feel privileged to have this opportunity to serve you. Otherwise, a lowly personality like me could never meet a man of your stature. I am prepared to take any punishment for my insolence."

Victor nodded with poise. "No punishment is necessary. I accept your fealty. You can get up."

Clive exhaled in relief and got to his feet. "What are my orders, sir?"

"I need six hundred thousand dollars immediately."

The billionaire hesitated. Six hundred thousand was nothing. It was spare change. Why was the mighty Caesar asking for such a small amount?

Regardless, Clive produced an international debit card lined with gold. "There are two billion dollars in this account, sir."

Victor took the card and said, "Contact the best cardiac surgeon in the country who can arrive at Springfield Global Hospital early in the morning. My grandfather needs urgent treatment. Rest of the orders, I will communicate through messages."

The billionaire bowed speechlessly and left.

Carol returned home late at night. She wore a sleeveless white shirt and a black high-waist maxi skirt. She looked red around the cheeks and was carrying a brown leather bag.

"Where have you been?" Victor asked. "Are you drunk?"

"Just a little bit of wine, dear," she answered. A pained smile formed on her lips. She unzipped the leather bag and handed it to her husband. There were thick bundles of currency inside.

"What is this?"

"Six hundred thousand," his wife said, her eyes downcast. "Now we can treat grandpa."

Victor let the situation sink in for a moment. Then he spoke up. "You never wear such dark lipstick. Neither have I seen you dress so slutty before. Tell me the truth. Where were you tonight? What have you done?"

Carol's color faded, and her husband could see the guilt plastered across her face.


"You were with the billionaire James Colbert, weren't you?" he barked. He grabbed a few rolls of notes and crushed them in his fist. "Is this his dirty money?"

His wife shook her head in distress. "No, you have misunderstood, dear. I just went for a drink with him and left early. That's all. He was willing to pay for the treatment if I met him once. James is not as bad as you make him out to be, dear."

Anger flashed on Victor's face. "Do you know why I married you, Carol? Because you were a virtuous woman with principles. You cannot imagine how devastating it is to see you pimping yourself out!"

Tears welled up in Carol's eyes. "What are you saying, dear? Don't you trust me?"

But her husband wasn't listening to her. He approached the fireplace, opened the bag, and emptied the money into the embers. The six hundred thousand dollars went up in flames.

"Have you lost it, Victor??" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm and shaking him. "That was six hundred thousand dollars! It doesn't matter how I got them! We could have paid for grandpa's surgery with it!"

The man shook free of her grasp and began to walk away. He wasn't the helpless ordinary man Springfield knew but had reverted to his old, calculative personality. "I'll arrange funds for Edgar's treatment and pay back the dirty money you got from Colbert. Don't ever do something foolish like this ever again. Have some faith in your husband."

Carol wept and looked on helplessly as Victor left the room. She figured he had finally lost his mind after Edgar's hospitalization and the financial crisis. He was spiraling into madness, saying and doing ridiculous things. What kind of sane person would burn six hundred thousand dollars so whimsically? Even multi-billionaires would think twice before such an act.