A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 21: A Death Sentence

Weeks after weeks, days slipping by the hands of time itself, yet the public weren't done with the talk of Mr Stamps. The reporters said he tried to murder a public figure, who happened to be the same new heir they got to know about around a month ago.

Kieran Holland.

People said Mr Stamps was definitely jealous of Mr Holland's wealth... but on a more considerable level, others spoke about the fact that Mr Holland himself pulled the trigger first. That he didn't do right by handling Mr Stamps' shares to his divorced wife. Maybe they were right. Maybe not.

But... what do they know about business? It's not about morality, but survival while making profits.

One would expect Kieran Holland to come to the public arguing the same fact, but surprising everyone, he said he won't press charges against Mr Stamps. That they only got into an argument that required physical combat, but no one made a murder attempt.

Was Kieran suddenly sympathising with the man and putting himself in his shoes? Who knows?

Kieran's lawyer said the same thing to the prosecution, and they couldn't prove it wrong as there were no CCTVs near the port where everything happened. That was how Mr Blanks got away with it.

Well, the right way to say it was how he almost got away.

Because after the charges were dropped, the police investigated further by questioning the thugs. The room was dimly lit with just a spotlight casting on the two men from the low ceiling. An inspector sat palm-crossed before the chubby man and asked why he and his colleague had murdered Mr Holland's bodyguards.

Because their dead bodies were found near the changing room at the stadium.

The chubby man acted tough, staying silent because that was his right as a citizen of Skybridge. And the police had no right to torture or hold him for more than 48 hours... if they had no evidence.

The police smirked, then pushed across the table footage playing on the phone. The man's eyes widened seeing this, mumbling how while shivering... because they made sure all CCTVs were off before killing the men.

Yet he argued,

"You photoshopped this, didn't you?!"

The inspector swiftly took his phone back. And brought out a pen. He hadn't said anything before the man turned his face to the table, knowing right away what this meant. He saw that pen in the dead bodyguards' chest pockets that day but ignored it before entering the room to get Kieran... because he had thought those were just mere pens.

"We found this portable camcorder at the murder scene. And when we retrieved the memory card, the faces of both you and your companion were all we saw," the police said stoically.

Then, resting back on the swivel chair, he held his stare at the man, clasping his palms together in a serious manner.

"Look, Mr Montey... you may still choose not to talk about it, and I won't force you. But know you're not getting away with it when you get to court. We have the evidence already. Telling me what happened won't scale down your sentence... not at all... but I will help you get the others involved in the case with you to court. So you don't suffer alone. That's justice for you, Mr Montey."

The chubby guy quivered, looking here and there in hesitation.

A few days later, the police appeared at Mr Stamps' vacation villa in the northern rain forest of Skybridge City. He had fled there after Mr Holland dropped charges against him, but now... he had to be brought down for questioning for a more serious case.

They handcuffed him for serial murder charges, assault, and sexual harassment.

When they brought him to the Skybridge Prosecution branch, reporters had been waiting to question him. All the thugs he recruited, that had worked for him over fifteen years, had all been arrested by the police. And questioned thoroughly before the Commissioner of Police approved an arrest warrant for Mr Stamps.

The thugs were responsible for a series of murders and assaults under Mr Stamp's command. For instance, a business partner who won't allow him to carry more shipments across the ocean got murdered and also had his shipment products stolen by Mr Stamps. He sold them to a secretive, non-governmental company which brought him billions.

He was also responsible for the death of a businesswoman, Mrs Martyr, who owned a warehouse where she stored her own shipments. She worked with Mr Stamps too, as partners... but the man ordered more products on purpose, to pump out more money from the market sector out of selfish interest... only to force the woman to sign an agreement to give up her warehouse to him and then kill her.

That was how he was able to store the extra products he ordered that his own warehouse couldn't contain.

The thugs didn't just tell the police and they believed it. But they showed them voice notes, videos and logs. As a matter of fact, a series of files were found at Mr Stamps's house too.

People awaited him on his sentencing day at the court – the families of the bereaved and also civilians just upset at such inhumanity. Mr Stamps was brought out from the court, handcuffed... in a yellow prison cloth and held by two police officers towards a bus.

Cameras clicked and eggs were hurled his way from the civilians, and stones that the police had to hold back a little. Just as Mr Stamps was about to enter the bus, he looked left to see his wife just standing, neutral... and before he could take that in, he heard the cry of an old woman.

He recognised her right away – Mrs Martyr's mother.

The woman cried, consoled by a lady who seemed to be her P.A., "Ah... my goodness! You wicked soul! How could you do that? Oh... my poor daughter!"

A man beside her stuck his finger at Mr Stamps in rage, throwing threats at his face, "If the judge had given you a different sentence than death, I would have killed you myself. You filthy monster!"

Yes, he was sentenced to death by hanging. And that was Mrs Martyr's brother-in-law – Alexander.

But in spite of everything, Mr Stamps suddenly chuckled. He sighed aloud, and everyone, including his wife, stared at him in disbelief.

Looking back at the woman, he leaned a bit closer and whispered, "Your daughter... she died too easily. And I didn't have much fun."

"You bastard!"

"Kill him!"

Rain of threats followed before the police sandwiched him into the bus. Mrs Stamps didn't stay long afterwards – she got a call from the prosecution. She entered her car as though nothing had happened, as though no one had been removed from her life, and drove away.

But when she had driven past the bus, she wiped a hint of tears from her face. Who could have believed the man who used to be caring and even played around with their only child could turn into someone like this?

Moments later, the bus driver started the engine and drove away, taking Mr Stamps to the prison. To be executed in three days. freewebnσvel.cøm

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