The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 3 The Masked Man

Outside the ICU, Horace immediately put a call through to Raul. He asked him to investigate Addy's

assets and to send some people that would accompany him to the River Hotel.

Raul was very efficient. He didn't slack off at all. It took him only ten minutes to complete the task.

Thirty minutes later, Horace arrived at the River Hotel with five bodyguards dressed in black. These

bodyguards were trained by the Warren family. Each of them was strong and skilled in fighting.

They were assigned to Horace for his maximum protection.

"Mr. Warren, you don't have to stress yourself in dealing with a mere nobody like him. We'll go and

catch him," suggested one of the bodyguards.

"I know teaching him a lesson would be a piece of cake, but I want to do it myself and warn him that I'm

not a man to be trifled with. Just make sure you don't reveal my identity while we are there!"

With these words, Horace wore a clown mask. He didn't want to expose his true identity just yet.

Wealth usually came with fame. And fame wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want anything to affect his

normal life.

Judging by the story he heard about his father, money and power had turned him into a monster. His

attitude was part of the things that led to the death of his biological mother.

Horace didn't want to turn out like his father. All he wanted to do now was to shield his foster mother

from any potential harm. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing after Addy threatened him with her

life.

They left the hotel and went straight to the abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs. The

warehouse door was closed at this time.

Horace kicked the door hard and waited for Addy to answer.

The iron door slowly opened from inside after a while.

Addy, who had a smile, walked out with three strong men in blue uniforms.

The badge on their breast pockets showed that they were all workers of the Cloud Logistics Company.

The sight of the men standing outside the door with Horace wearing a mask stunned Addy. His smile

disappeared in an instant. "Who are you?" he asked in horror.

"Well, you can call me Mr. Warren!"

Horace gave him a hard kick and he stumbled back.

The Warren family's bodyguards swung into action immediately. They rushed into the warehouse and

subdued the three workers with very little hassle.

"Mr. Warren? I don't even know your family! I'm Addy Moran, the son of the CEO of Cloud Logistics

Company. You'll get into big trouble if you harm me!" Addy struggled with a ferocious look on his face.

"Of course, I know that your father owns the Cloud Logistics Company. You are the exact person I'm

looking for!"

Horace gingerly locked the door and then walked up to Addy. He deliberately changed his voice, so his

identity would remain hidden.

"What the hell do you want?"

Addy's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. His body also trembled. He could see that they were ill-

intentioned. It was even scarier because they were outnumbered now. He would have peed in his pants

if his family didn't own the Cloud Logistics Company.

Horace sat on a chair and crossed his legs. He then took out a piece of paper that was filled with

words.

"Addy Moran, twenty-four years old, loves gambling and having sexual relations with married women. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

On the 15th of August last year, under the guise of promoting the employee named Alvin Lynch, you

slept with his wife Camilla Lynch at the Alorith Hotel. Fast forward to the 14th of February this year, you

got Dana Campbell drunk in the River Hotel and had sex with her. She is the wife of the head of the

Sea Bank. On March 18th, you made an appointment with your sister-in-law, Zoya Moran under the

guise that you would lend her some money for your brother's treatment. But like the beast that you are,

you raped her in your car at the Phoenix Mountain..."

The list of married women that Addy had sexual relations with went on and on. Every detail from the

date, time, and place was accurate.

Addy was shocked to the bones.

'Oh my God! How did this guy dig up such private information? Even the police would never be able to

make such findings. Who the hell is this masked man?' He trembled as he racked his brain tirelessly.

"How... How did you obtain this information about me?" Addy couldn't help asking.

"How I find out is not important now. The most important thing is that I need to use this information to

send you to jail where you belong!"

Horace flicked the paper to taunt him.

"What do you want? Please tell me!" Addy pleaded as sheer panic and fear made his pupils contract.

"Well, I want to play two simple games with you," Horace answered, stretching out two of his fingers.

"What games?"

"The first one is a Q&A game and the other is a dice-rolli