All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LEGACY: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Although there had always been an abundance of imagination and energy in the Nicholas-Scott home, there was an extra buzz this week. The twins' enthusiasm was infectious as they worked on a project for their school's next show.Students displayed their most excellent work, fusing technology, art, and science, at the esteemed exhibition. It was a competition with a scholarship reward for the best idea, so it wasn't simply about impressing their peers.Ethan had been brainstorming for weeks with his passion for robotics and engineering. Being an artist at heart, Emma wanted to add originality to everything they constructed. Combining their skills to create something original was the problem.One evening, they sat around the big wooden dining table with samples, notes, and sketches. Nicholas and Cassie observed their children's animated argument from a distance with a smile.Ethan persisted, drawing furiously, "It must be interactive." "Something that engages people. Like a smart AI assi

As a tutor, Nicholas Scott had never considered himself. His unwavering will to succeed, calculated risks, and sheer tenacity had allowed him to build his empire. He had to learn the hard way and claw his way to the top in a world where trust was a currency that could be quickly devalued because no one had mentored him when he first started.However, as the years went by, he transformed.Fatherhood might have been the cause. It may be the legacy idea.Or perhaps it was because he recognized in Lucas Caldwell a younger version of himself—a hungry, driven businessman at the beginning of what could be a spectacular success or a disastrous disaster.Nicholas had decided to ensure that it was the first.Twenty-four-year-old Lucas had just graduated from business school. With a creative mind and a heart determined to change the world, he was the founder of SolarTech Solutions, a modest but determined start-up dedicated to creating reasonably priced renewable energy solutions for marginalize

It was not uncommon for the past to resurface at unexpected times. After years of eradicating the remnants of his father's empire, Nicholas Scott forged a new course based on moral rectitude and honesty. But the misdeeds of the past always managed to find him, no matter how far he tried to put them behind him.One news story was the beginning of it.Nicholas waited in his office and narrowed his eyes as the anchor's words filled the room.Breaking news: “Nicholas Scott, a wealthy philanthropist, is once again the target of allegations that his quick ascent was driven by illegal activities connected to his late dad's criminal organization. An anonymous source has provided documents that suggest financial transactions linking Scott's business empire to offshore accounts once controlled by the Scott syndicate."His father, Charles Scott, was shown in a courtroom decades ago in blurry black-and-white photographs that flickered on the screen. Nicholas felt sick to his stomach. He had spent

Long after Nicholas hung up, the threat's weight continued to loom. His knuckles turned white with anxiety as he tightened his hold on his phone. Cassie stood beside him, her face displaying a mix of resolve and worry.Despite the underlying terror, she spoke steadily: "We need to know what's coming next."Nicholas nodded. He had outrun his father's legacy for years, but it was now obvious that he could no longer run. He was forced to face it.A simple brown letter addressed to Nicholas was delivered to Scott Enterprises the following morning. It bore his name in prominent black characters without identifying markers or return address.Ethan put it on Nicholas' desk. Security conducted checks and found no tracking devices or bombs. However, the sender did not want to be identified.With a sharp exhale, Nicholas scooped it up. His gut told him this had nothing to do with last night's warning. He opened the envelope carefully and took out one flash drive.He and Cassie who had just arri

Nicholas Scott rarely found himself in a location like the darkly lighted tavern. It was a forgotten relic of the industrial sector, where untraceable trades and whispered agreements formerly flourished. The smell of vintage whiskey blended with the subtle must of damp wood, and the air was heavy with smoke and remembrance.Nicholas looked around the room while adjusting his coat. The man's voice conveyed that he had no time to squander, even though he had only received the contact a few hours prior.Then he caught sight of him.Victor Calloway, a ghost from a past Nicholas had attempted to leave behind, and his father's previous right-hand man sat at a corner booth partially obscured by shadows.Victor's keen blue eyes were as piercing as Nicholas remembered, but he was older now, his once-powerful body a little thinner, his hair grayer.With an enigmatic expression, Nicholas slid into the seat across from him. "You mentioned that we should meet."Victor sipped his drink slowly and s