Chapter 3

Victoria clung to Tristan's arm affectionately. The sight of them together turned my stomach.

Tristan asked Victoria in a voice full of disdain, "Is this the loser you were talking about?"

Victoria put on a wounded expression. "Yeah. He's such a nuisance. I've already told him that nothing will ever happen between us, but he just keeps pursuing me."

Tristan turned to me. "I'm warning you. Stay away from Vicky from now on. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. Could a loser like you even afford a place here?"

As soon as Tristan finished speaking, a sales representative quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Cole, please follow me to see the unit you wanted."

Tristan instructed the representative, "Don't let people like him in here anymore. It'll ruin the reputation of this place."

I ignored him and walked over to the front desk to ask about the prices. The staff member told me the best unit cost over eight million dollars, and with the current low interest rates, the monthly mortgage would only be around one hundred thousand dollars.

I told her that there was no need for a mortgage and that I would be back in 15 minutes to pay in full with my bank card.

After that, I walked over to Victoria. I told her the most expensive unit here was only around eight million dollars, and that I planned to buy her one outright. But first, I wanted to get her a car, and we'd come back for the apartment later.

The moment I finished speaking, both Tristan and Victoria burst out laughing, saying I was talking nonsense.

I told them I was serious and that, if they didn't believe me, they were welcome to come along and see for themselves.

There was a car dealership right across the street. Hoping to watch me embarrass myself, they followed me there.

I found a sales associate and asked what their most expensive car was. She asked about my requirements, and I told her I had none, only that it should be around one million dollars.

Upon hearing this, she realized that I was a major client and immediately walked me through the options that fit my budget.

I glanced over at Victoria. "Vicky, do you like this one?"

Vicky shot back, "You really don't know when to stop, do you? If you actually have the money, then buy it. I'll take it if you do."

I pulled out my bank card and handed it to the associate, telling her that I'd take the car and pay in full. From walking in to placing the order, it took less than three minutes. Everyone stood there in shock.

At that moment, I noticed the number above Vivian's head starting to flicker, climbing to 50%.

Right after the payment went through, ten million dollars arrived in my account.

"Let's go, Vicky. Time to get that apartment," I said.

Seeing how easily I had paid, Victoria immediately let go of Tristan's arm and moved to my side.

After returning to the sales office, I paid in full for the best unit within minutes and had it put under Victoria's name. By the time everything was done, the number above her head reached 90%.

Why was it still a little short? She really was greedy.

Once all the paperwork was completed, I glanced at Tristan and said loudly to the staff, "Next time, don't let people in who spend hours browsing but never actually buy—it's honestly embarrassing."

After hearing that, Tristan's face turned pale with anger, and he stormed off.

I checked the number above Victoria's head again. That wouldn't do—it was still too low.

I took Victoria to the villa sales center. I told her the eight-million-dollar apartment wasn't good enough for someone of her status, so I planned to buy her a villa. At some point, she had wrapped her arm tightly around mine.

I finally completed the task after buying the villa.

A notification from the system sounded. "Congratulations on completing the task. You have been awarded a Level 1 energy shield, which is capable of repelling zombies within a 16-foot radius. Your second task is to rescue 20 people during the apocalypse."

Damn. It was only a 16-foot energy shield.

I didn't have time to complain. The most urgent thing right now was setting up a safe house.

After everything I had done that day, my bank account balance grew to eight hundred million dollars. That should be more than enough.

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The next day, I found a warehouse and bought it outright. After that, I hired a contractor to reinforce the entire structure.

I had a Grade-A blast-proof door custom-made that could only be opened using my facial recognition. All the windows were made of bulletproof glass, and soundproof and thermal insulation panels were installed on all four walls and the roof of the building.