Alle Kapitel von Reborn Before Doomsday: My System Has Infinite Storage : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

I looked down at the caller ID, curling my lips into a cold smile. Alistair had never initiated a phone call to me in his entire life—not even when I walked out of the house hours ago.He had clearly just discovered that I hadn't bought his three-hundred-year-old vase, and had instead dropped two hundred million dollars on a jade pendant.My finger hovered over the ignore button just as the room service operator answered the line. "Hello, room service, how may I assist you tonight?""I apologize, I'll call right back," I said quickly, hanging up the receiver.I sat down in an armchair and watched my personal phone ring out. A minute later, a text notification chimed.Mr. Valmont: Serelle! What on earth did you do?! Two hundred million dollars spent not on the vase, but on a useless piece of jewelry?!I could practically hear his voice booming through the phone, picturing the thick red veins bulging on his forehead the way they always did whenever he lost his temper.Another message po

Frederick Laurent was the golden child of the Laurent dynasty and Lucien's fiercest competitor. He was married to Lillian Laurent—formerly Lillian Blackwood—a massive lifestyle influencer who documented every single aspect of her luxurious life online. If Lucien spotted Kierra Adams rubbing shoulders with Lillian, his natural paranoia would kick in. No matter how analytical he was, he would instantly assume I was preparing to hand the valuable Jill and Jones insider details over to Frederick! That panic would force him straight to our scheduled meeting at The Lux House. My plan was straightforward: approach Lillian directly and secure an appearance in one of her public vlogs. According to her social media updates, Lillian was attending a private personal styling session today at Le Rosier—an ultra-exclusive luxury boutique favored by the city's wealthiest socialites. I also needed to purchase a high-end wardrobe fitting for Kierra Adams anyway, so this was the perfect opportunit

I walked back into my hotel suite carrying three large luxury garment bags filled with high-end designer wear. The moment the suite door locked behind me, I tossed the bags aside and sank onto the living room sofa, letting out a long breath.I pulled out my phone to verify my account balance. After paying for the private limousine service, Elara's styling fees, and my extensive wardrobe spree, I still held over twenty-five million dollars in liquid cash.In addition to my new clothes, I had also made a swift, covert stop at my old apartment building while Elara waited in the car. I had slipped inside undetected and retrieved my old personal laptop—the only truly valuable item I owned from my past. Although it was an outdated model, it contained years of saved research, personal notes, and digital files that I couldn't afford to lose.I reached into my spatial inventory and pulled out a fresh cinnamon pastry I had stored earlier. It was still steaming hot. I took a large bite, savoring

For a second, I thought I had misheard him, but before I could ask for clarification, the concierge turned and began leading the way down the corridor.I followed at a measured distance, my heart pounding against my ribs while a dozen chaotic questions raced through my mind.Lucien is already here? Waiting for me?I remained skeptical until the concierge stopped before a heavy mahogany door and pushed it open. The private dining room was softly lit, featuring plush leather seating centered around a single round table. Sitting in one of the chairs, facing the entrance directly, was Lucien Laurent.A wave of overwhelming relief washed over me, loosening the tight knot in my chest, though I kept my facial expression completely serene.The door clicked shut behind me, leaving the two of us alone in the soundproofed room. I gracefully removed my dark sunglasses. Although my palms were damp with nervous sweat, my posture radiated pure executive composure.Lucien stood up as I approached the

We checked three different locations before I finally found the one that suited my needs. It was situated roughly a twenty-minute drive away from the hotel, tucked away from the main thoroughfares.The structure was exceptionally spacious and completely dry, featuring soaring high ceilings and solid reinforced walls. It was precisely the kind of secure, unobtrusive space that could easily store a massive volume of goods without drawing unwanted attention from nosy onlookers or city inspectors.Once we finalized the lease terms and I secured the property with an immediate payment, I turned toward Elara Quinn and made my next requirement clear. We needed heavy-duty transport."What will the trucks be fo—" Elara paused mid-sentence, her eyes blinking rapidly as she caught herself before finishing the question."To transport whatever we purchase over to the warehouse," I replied calmly.My reasoning was entirely practical: not every merchant or shopkeeper maintained a reliable high-volume