Bulldozer Tycoon Tried To Evict A Clockmaker—But The Master Horologist Had A Secret That Made The Tycoon Tremble!
Previously: A ruthless developer's bulldozers threatened to crush a historic clock shop. But the elderly owner had a secret weapon—a royal patent—that turned the tables and exposed the developer's criminal greed.
The Clockmaker's Stand
Furious at Noah’s unwavering defiance, Courtney Sterling’s composure finally fractured. With a vicious lunge, he shoved Noah backward, aiming to send the old man crashing against the imposing grandfather clock. But Noah, anticipating the strike with lightning reflexes honed over decades of meticulous work, snatched Courtney’s wrist mid-air. The sharp slap-crack of violent kinetic deceleration echoed through the ballroom as Noah twisted Courtney’s arm. The corporate developer yelped, dropping to one knee, his face contorted in a sharp gasp of pain.
“Let go of me, you senile fool, or I’ll destroy everything you own!”
Courtney’s voice was strained, his lips trembling. Yet, Noah held firm, his breathing rhythmic, his hazel eyes narrowing with a cold, untouchable authority. He didn’t need to speak; his grip said it all. With a decisive, powerful thrust, Noah released Courtney, sending the younger man stumbling backward onto the gleaming marble floor. The guests gasped, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting between the two men.
Ignoring Courtney’s pained groans and the shocked murmurs of the onlookers, Noah swiftly pivoted towards the grandfather clock. His experienced fingers found a cleverly concealed ornate brass lever near the clock’s intricate escapement. With a resonant metallic click, an internal gear shaft released, and Noah withdrew a carefully preserved document: a sheet of 1874 royal vellum, bearing an imperial red wax seal.
“The original Sovereign Royal Patent granted by the Crown in 1874—this land belongs to my family in perpetuity, making you a criminal trespasser.”
Noah’s voice boomed with newfound authority, the words cutting through the stunned silence like a blade. Courtney Sterling, still kneeling on the floor, stared at the document, his face instantly draining of color. His eyes widened in paralyzed horror, cold sweat beading across his forehead. The diamond cufflinks on his shirt seemed to mock his sudden, abject vulnerability. The bulldozers outside, moments before a symbol of his unchecked power, fell abruptly silent, as if sensing the shift in the balance of power.
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