Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin! Chapter 117 117: Texting the Lamb

Cheyenne Lamb Bordeaux was one of the only won in the world who could claim that the fortune she had amassed was entirely her own — not a cent owed to a husband or a benefactor.

She had grit, and her wealth was a testant to this grit. Born into a crumbling legacy, Cheyenne inherited The Bordeaux Corporation from her father — a once-proud na reduced to a hollow shell by his reckless gambles and mismanagent.

At 19, she'd taken the reins, staring down a mountain of debt and a boardroom of skeptics who saw her as little more than a girl playing dress-up.

But she took the challenge. She attended business school, sort after a diploma, got her degrees, certificate, graduated top of the class and went into practice before fully taking control of TBC.

She had no ti for doubters, or for boys and n who began to seek after her as she grew more beautiful and intelligent.

Soon, once she began her work, growth ca. She'd built an empire from the ashes, transforming The Bordeaux Corporation into a titan of finance, real estate, and luxury assets, worth tens of billions.

After fighting the market and all her competitors, Cheyenne rose to the top and not many years ago, successfully beca an Empire Company — one of the elite conglorates in the country that banded together for mutual gain.

She was the only female CEO among the Empire Companies in Calivernia. That distinction fueled her pride, a quiet fire that burned beneath her every move.

Her past wasn't without its scars. She'd married once, briefly, to a man nad Victor who'd seed promising until her success eclipsed his.

He couldn't stomach her outpacing him, and their union dissolved in a bitter legal tangle over assets he'd tried — and failed — to claim.

Since then, Cheyenne has kept her focus singular: her company, her legacy. n were a distraction she couldn't afford, and she'd learned to trust her instincts over anyone else's promises.

Now, in her late thirties, Cheyenne was an even more striking figure. She was tall and commanding, with fair glowing skin and short, bow-cut hair with streaks of silver.

Matching those streaks were her bright silver eyes, and her lips were always painted a bold red. Tonight, alone in her mansion, she wore a tailored purple silk robe — her favorite color — cinched at the waist, the fabric cascading over her like liquid athyst.

The room around her was a symphony of elegance: high ceilings, velvet drapes, and a mahogany desk that glead under the soft glow of a Tiffany lamp. A glass of Bordeaux — her own vintage that was becoming very famous in the market — sat untouched beside her phone.

Cheyenne was almost always alone. Especially at tis like this.

Usually, she preferred this state of loneliness as it allowed her to think. Even on her beautiful face, creases of worry stretched on her forehead as her thoughts were filled the company.

Recently, her world had grown treacherous. She knew that Archibald Mooney and Richard Morrison, CEOs of rival Empire Companies, were circling like vultures.

She'd caught whispers of their sche to oust her from the conglorate, to undermine her position and claim Bordeaux Corporation's position and privileges for themselves.

Just typical of n to go after the woman.

Cheyenne was fighting tooth and nail to hold her ground, but she knew how powerful Archibald Mooney and Richard Morrison were. She knew she needed an edge.

But what exactly did that have to do with a certain young investor splashing his fortune into Bitcoin, a volatile asset she'd yet to fully grasp.

Well, Miss Lamb doesn't take interest in people for no reason.

Darren's ssage glowed on the screen: "Why are you so eager, Miss Lamb?"

She tilted her head, her silver eyes narrowing as she considered her reply. Her fingers, adorned with those lavender nails, danced over the keys.

"You think I'm being eager," she typed, her tone clipped even in text.

Back in Greenbaby, Darren lounged on his couch, the CryptoTracker app still open. His phone buzzed with her response, and he raised an eyebrow.

It was late at night so he was surprised that she was still awake. That gave him even a deeper idea of the type of person she might be.

He tapped back, "For a woman of your caliber and a man of mine, yes."

Cheyenne's lips pressed into a thin line as she read his words. Reading that made her feel a bit self conscious, and she wondered if she was coming out as desperate.

Tsk, she hissed. She didn't care what a boy thought of her. She tapped the buttons and responded, "Perhaps to maintain the respect of my caliber I should just delete the request."

Darren saw the ssage, and a worried frown spread below his nose. Having an Empire Company CEO in his friend list could be very useful, he knew that.

So he typed quickly, "No. No. Let's not do anything rash. I was just curious, that's all. I'm simply a new investor, you own one of the leading investor companies in the state, an Empire Company too. I just want to know what you see in soone like ."

Her gaze was ice as she scanned his ssage. "Don't act ek," she responded. "I've looked into you, you're certainly not the ek type."

Darren blinked at the screen. "Looked into ? Now this is interesting. Are you stalking , Miss Lamb?" he shot back, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Her expression didn't shift, but she did hiss again. "From being ek to self-flattery, you change colors like a lizard," she typed. "The Helios Do. I had my eyes on it and you bought it."

Darren's smirk faded, his eyes narrowing. "Oh. Is that what this is about?" he replied. "You're wealthy enough. If you saw I was going for it, you have the money to outprice ."

"True," she texted back. "The problem was from my end. My own people forgot to ssage . I had no information that it was being looked at by soone else until the sale was completed. To my surprise, it was by the sa man who I sent a friend request to because of his interesting online investnts."

She then continued with another ssage. "You were all over the news. That must be overwhelming for a 21-year-old."

He leaned forward, his jaw tightening as he read her words. She'd been watching him longer than he'd realized. "I've dealt with more," he typed, keeping it curt. "So why did you want the Helios Do?"

Her silver eyes sharpened. "Don't ask questions like we're friends," she suddenly fired. "Clearly it's for business that doesn't concern you. I will find another fitting building."

Darren frowned at his phone. What kind of woman was this — cold one minute, cutting the next? "Okay. Maybe it would be better if you just told why you took an interest in ," he texted, testing her patience.

"I don't have an interest in you," she replied swiftly. "I have an interest in Bitcoin and am still unsure whether to take it on as a legit investnt prospect. My analytical team and investnt counselors have all told no, that the market is unsafe."

He leaned back, processing that. "Well, there you have it then," he typed. "Or don't you trust your people?"

"No," she responded.

That got an eyebrow raise of surprise by Darren. "Huh," he sent back, intrigued.

Her next ssage ca fast. "It's easy for bigger Empire Companies to plant moles and disruptors in smaller Empire Companies. I think I'm being sabotaged from within."

Darren stared at the screen, the weight of her words sinking in. Before he could reply, another text followed.

"But this is too delicate of a subject to talk about over texts and at this ti no less," she wrote. "Co for a eting. We will have it at The Pendulum."

He sighed, rubbing his temple. The Pendulum again, guess that place is Los Alverez's swanky hotspot for the elite.

"I don't really know how you think a person like could help," he typed. "What could I do exactly for you, Miss Lamb?"

"That's for to worry about," she replied. "As a starting company, are you really going to refuse a one-on-one eting with the CEO of an Empire Company?"

Darren paused, her challenge hanging in the air. She had a point— too good a point. But he had a better play.

"You saying that is really tempting to say no," he texted. "But why don't we do this? My Company Launch Party is next week Thursday. I'm formally inviting you. You'll take the VIP table, I'll personally thank you, see to it that you're treated as your stature demands. It will be really good for my business. Then after, you and I can head to The Pendulum and have that eting."

He hit send and watched the screen. "Read" popped up almost instantly, but no reply followed.

As the seconds stretched, a knot of doubt tightened in his gut. Had he overstepped, pushed too far with soone like Cheyenne Lamb Bordeaux? His fingers hovered over the keys, ready to backtrack, when—

"Deal," she texted back.

Darren exhaled, a slow grin breaking across his face. The chapter closed there, the tension between them simring, unresolved, but now tethered by a promise.