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"One million isn't even enough for you, Sienna." He stepped over to his nightstand, picked up a pen, and crossed out my number. With a swift stroke, he wrote down a new figure and handed the page back to me: $100,000,000. My jaw dropped as I stared at the paper. "A hundred million?! Why?" "Don't ask me why," Adrian said flatly, shutting the folder and tossing it onto his bed. I swallowed hard, deciding it was pointless to argue with a man who threw around a hundred million dollars like loose pocket change. "I'm going to need more clothes," I murmured, shifting my weight. "I need to change out of what I'm wearing right now."

I slammed the door behind me, and through it, I heard Donna trying to soothe Alec. "You can probably tell—he's got a crush on me. He just couldn't handle me giving you something. I've spoiled him too much. I'll fire him tomorrow, promise." Fuming, I headed back to the office. Then my phone buzzed. Donna. "Hector, you're so petty. It was just a WATCH. Did you really have to upset my client over that? Do you even KNOW he works at Leandro Corp? "You're just some broke, low-class rich guy. The people there are elite.

“You’ve been looking at the posters for a while. Is there a good movie you can recommend?” I stared at her coldly. “Do I look like a movie promoter to you?” I replied flatly. “If I were you, I wouldn’t watch anything. You’d just waste your money.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm before I could take a step. “Hey! Let go of me,” I snapped. “What’s going on here?” The voice was calm, but it carried authority. I looked up and instantly recognized the person who spoke. Zachary Knight.

I whispered to myself. And then he was there,suddenly at my side, close enough that I caught the faint scent of pine and steel. “Hey,” Adrian said, his deep voice low and smooth. “Watch me.” He moved into the stance with effortless grace, muscles shifting under his training gear, every line of his body radiating controlled power. For a moment, the entire world narrowed to just him. My heart stuttered.

Yang Tang said as he clenched his jaw tightly with a darkened expression. At the lounge. It was the time the competition was about to commence, everyone was eagerly waiting in anticipation for the swimmers to be brought , mainly for one person to be brought out, as the person was absolutely the reason why a lot of them came, the person was no other than Stanley. "I'll be meeting you again Stanley, It's been a good freaking ten years Stanley"She thought to herself. Amelia was lost in thought as she suddenly became scared with the sudden thought of meeting the guy she left ten years ago until she heard a loud scream, a very loud one which scared the hell outta her.

The feeling of fulfillment and pride that I had been searching for surged within me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was glad I did not give up on my dream. I bowed deeply and turned to the exit to leave the stage. Suddenly, the spotlight revolved and focused on a man. I narrowed my eyes. It was Theodore. I wasn't that surprised, to be honest. Few wouldn't bow before the power of money. With a bouquet of 100 roses in hand, he walked toward me with an affectionate expression. "Congratulations on your performance, Elle!"

he gasped. Quickly, he turned to look up at the main board. His jaw dropped. DR. – EXP CALCULATING… 1,000,000,000… The numbers kept climbing—faster than any system had ever processed before. Even more bizarre, the scoreboard had placed a hold on Adrian’s username. A voice whispered behind him: “…No way. Gold means… a god-level player.” An older man clutched his chest, barely able to breathe. This… this had never happened before. Not in Vereluxe. Not in the system’s entire history. A man suddenly climbing record that took most legend decades to pull off.

Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

That night, I had left in such a rush that I forgot to bring any jewelry. After paying rent, my savings were nearly gone within two weeks. Then, I saw the news. Jordan Corp was offering a reward of thirty million dollars for anyone who found the missing Mrs. Jordan. They were even offering a hundred thousand for useful leads. I teamed up with a girl from my neighborhood and made her provide leads to Jordan Corp. After dragging the game out with Clayton for a while, I managed to pull half a million out of Jordan Corp. The truth could not stay hidden forever.