Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin! Chapter 180: Death, Taxes, and Taking L's to Darren

The next morning, Ryan got up from bed with excitent, showered with excitent and got dressed with the sa jolly emotion, leaving all his maids who were used to seeing him otherwise, confused.

Stepping into his Ferrari, he drove to the Los Alverez headquarters for Moon Wealth Managent Offices — his lair.

Stepping out, he greeted the employee who had arrived at the sa ti as him, stunning her. Then he greeted the security n by the door, leaving them too shocked to even greet back.

Inside the building itself, he walked in a rhythmic style, singing a song to himself as he sauntered past his employees and custors, drawing glances and stares from everyone.

Today was a good day.

Today was a wonderful day!

Why? Because today was the day he would finally take Darren Steele down! He was so sure of it!

Everyone watched as he climbed the short steps and past a door that led to the administrative areas of the tower.

"Is boss high or sothing?" colleagues whispered to each other.

"It's either that or he finally got laid!"

The door made a click sound after placing his ID on the scanner. After, Ryan Anders stepped inside, a cup in hand and arrogance practically radiating off his designer coat.

The marble lobby glead, silent and cold, reflecting the calm before what he believed would be a satisfying storm.

He gave a nod to the security desk, stepped into the executive lift, spun around and danced thriller before tapping the numbers impatiently. The lift closed and began to climb.

Ryan danced for a while longer in the elevator as he waited. But soon, it arrived at the thirty-seventh floor.

The doors slid open with a soft chi.

"Good morning, sir!" his assistant appeared, waiting for him with a frantic expression on her face.

"Britney!" Ryan exclaid. "Boy is it good to see you!"

"Uhm... thank you, sir."

He handed her the coffee cup. "Hazelnut, hot," he said to his assistant without looking. "No cream this ti. Get it right."

"On it, sir!" Britney took the cup and scurried into the elevator so she could get him a hot drink, though she was rather taken aback by his cheerful attitude.

She knew sothing wrong would happen soon.

Ryan entered his office — a sleek, glass-walled sanctum with a panoramic view of the city — and tossed his coat onto the back of his chair. The skyline glittered, and he smiled at it like a man who owned the day.

"Monts before I finally... finally have my hands on Darren Steele and take back my Alia!"

Ryan moved to his desk, still grinning. He set his cup down, cracked his knuckles, and turned on his main display on his computer.

"Let's see what happens when the golden boy realizes he's neck-deep in quicksand," he muttered.

Going through his files, he arrived at Investnt Managent, and searched for a while before finding Sinclair Group.

He opened their startup portfolio. Navigated to the "Legacy Legal Traps" folder. Selected Delverate Contract - Enacted Draft. His grin widened.

Click.

Nothing.

Click again.

"File not found."

His brows creased. What does that an? What does it an by file not found?

Gritting his teeth, he decided to back out and try to search manually.

But even after taking his ti and carefully going through all the docunts, he couldn't find the Legal Traps he'd placed in the company.

There was no trap clause either. No activation sequence. Just a sterile docunt labeled "Dissolution Confird: Delverate Partnership Terminated", ti-stamped three days ago.

"…No," he whispered. His heart fell into his stomach, and then again into his bladder, when he saw what ca next.

With his fingers flying, Ryan opened the partnership log.

'Status: Transferred to Steele Investnts.'

He froze. Then slowly stood.

"What the hell…?"

He flipped to the dia tab.

LIVE NEWS ALERT: "Steele Investnts Secures Delverate in Surprise Deal."

"Yes, but it's not supposed to be real! The legal traps! Where are they? I'm supposed to activate them today and completely ruin him! Where are they?!!"

Ryan's face twisted. He nearly knocked his mug off the desk as he reached for his phone.

Text log opened:

Sent: Yesterday, 9:17 PM

To: Ethan and Jonah

Good work. Now sit tight. Show begins tomorrow.

His hands trembled. Neither of them had replied.

Why?

"They flipped," he muttered, his body shaking with mad rage. "Those bastards flipped on ! They dared flip on !"

He slamd his desk with a fist. "How the f—"

He grabbed his phone and dialed Ethan.

Straight to voicemail.

Jonah's number gave the sa result.

He began to pace around his office like a man going insane, staring at the ground like it had answers. "No. No. No. No. How does he keep getting away with this?!"

"Today was supposed to be it! My day! I was supposed to ruin him today! How did it happen? How did he just end up shitting on my face and making away with the portfolio company of one of my top clients!"

"Hell! The Sinclairs are going to be furious!"

His voice rose. "Did they confess? Did Darren force them to? No — no, this was planned. That bastard knew."

His assistant peeked through the door, still expecting the new cheerful boss. "Sir? I've got the cover. Should I—"

"Get out!"

She hurried out with a terrified face and the door slamd shut.

Ryan paced once, then stopped dead.

"If he's already sealing companies like this... then he's building sothing. He keeps defeating and keeps getting stronger as he does it! I thought my other sche would keep him busy enough that he wouldn't notice anything!"

"But he did! He always does!"

He turned back to his desk, face pale but burning with fury.

"I need to strike now. Before this gets worse."

He picked up his phone again, shaking off the rage just enough to press the contact.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then the voice from the other end responded, "Gillian Henderson speaking."

Ryan cooled down his heavy panting. "You have the go ahead order, Gillian. Push on the Golden Hay casinos. I don't care how. Be brutal."

There was a pause.

Ryan's voice sharpened. "You hear , Gillian? Push hard on them! I want Darren Steele caught cleaning this ss, so I can go full strike on his damned company. Sink his attention. I want headlines. I want chaos. I want him scrambling to breathe. He wouldn't know what hit him!"

Gillian didn't say anything for a mont. His fingers straightened his collar as he stood before the imposing, glass-paneled entry of Golden Hay HQ.

His pale brown eyes scanned the building, jaw steady, expression unreadable.

"The brutality, Mr. Anders" Gillian responded under his breath, eyes fixed ahead, "has already started."

He stepped inside and the doors closed behind him with a cold finality.