The Tyrant Billionaire

Chapter 153: Chapter 153 Victor's Run

"Let's split into 30 teams. Each team takes a sketch and

Charles said the entire Miami underworld was looking for him. Everywhere felt unsafe.

Out of options, Victor had an idea. He found a parked family car, used a small metal piece to open the door, and lay in the backseat to rest.

He had to sleep in a car instead of a hotel.

He needed to leave Miami the next day. It was too dangerous here.

As for cashing the check, it could wait. His life was more important.

Thus, Victor spent the night curled up in the car.

The next morning, he carefully found a cosmetics shop, bought some supplies, and fashioned a makeshift beard in a public restroom after cutting some of his hair. Wearing a hat and glasses, he felt less recognizable and relaxed a bit.

Wandering the streets, he felt paranoid, as if everyone was looking for him. He took a cab to the airport, planning to buy a ticket out of Miami.

At the airport entrance, he noticed several men in black suits scrutinizing everyone entering.

One guy in a hat had his hat forcibly removed, which startled Victor.

He realized these men were likely looking for him. It felt like he had angered the US president.

"$2.5," the cab driver said, turning to Victor.

Victor, too scared to get out, quickly said, "Oh no, I forgot my luggage at the hotel. Driver, take me back to get it."

The driver, happy for another fare, drove off.

Back in Miami, Victor got out, contemplating his next move. Flying was out of the question, and the ports might also have gang members. He didn't want to risk it; he knew gangsters could sometimes be worse than cops.

Victor spotted a relatively new Ford car on the street, a cheap and inconspicuous model. Using his key ring, he quickly unlocked it, got in, and hot wired the car. He drove onto the highway.

Relying on his memory, Victor drove onto the interstate toward Georgia. Once out of Miami, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A smile reappeared on his face.

"Think you can catch me? Not so easy. I've been on the streets since I was fifteen. This is nothing."

Despite his bravado, he was still scared of their power. He planned to lay low in Boston, wait a year or two for things to cool down, and then cash the check.

He didn't believe the big shots would pursue him for $100,000 for that long.

A few hours later, Victor reached Atlanta. Tired from the previous night's restlessness, he bought new clothes and a suitcase, found a hotel, and took a good shower and rest. The next day, he flew back to Boston.

Meanwhile, Miami was still on high alert, searching for Victor, unaware that he had already escaped.