Jack suddenly stood up to show he was wearing Alexandra’s bra on his head, as if it were mouse ears. Then he made a funny voice, completing the challenge that the system had given him while having sex with Alexandra Lemar in her private office.“Very funny… Give me back my bra,” said Alexandra, laughing as she snatched it from him.[ CONGRATULATIONS!CHALLENGE SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED…TRANSFERRING MONEY TO BANK ACCOUNT 99%.... ]“Excellent…” Jack whispered.He was completely happy and felt accomplished. He owned a three-billion-dollar mansion. His bank account was among the top three most powerful in the entire country. He had just earned another billion dollars in an absurdly stupid way, and on top of that, he had just had sex with one of the most desired women in the nation. Jack was convinced that his life couldn’t be more perfect.“You’ve really impressed me,” said Alexandra as she slipped her dress back on.“Is that your way of saying you just had the best sex of your life?” said

Ricco "The Bastard" opened his eyes after yet another night full of decadence, just as he had gotten used to living.He stared at the ceiling of his room, admiring that beautiful painting made personally for him by an international artist. He was completely naked, and his mouth still held many different flavors—from the bitterness of champagne to the acidity of those prostitutes' vaginas. His head was still spinning and his nose burned from all the cocaine he had inhaled.He sat up on the bed and quickly realized he was alone. All the prostitutes were gone, leaving behind a huge mess in the room. Worst of all, Ricco had no staff left to clean up. Even Christopher, his makeshift butler, had left, and now there was no one left in the Walton Mansion 2.0 except Ricco himself.Those women had left when the service ran out—no more drugs, no more champagne. But not before stealing every last dollar Ricco had in his pockets. He realized this when he reached into his pants and even checked his

Hillary was drying her hair while wearing an elegant white millionaire’s robe. She had taken a hot bath and felt as if her body had traveled back in time."I'm sorry I can't offer you better clothes, but no women live here," said Jack as he handed a maid’s uniform to Hillary."You're very kind to welcome me into your mansion after how badly I treated you, Jack," said Hillary with regret as she accepted the clothes."My home is your home," said Jack with a big smile."I want to apologize for all the times I rejected you, Jack. I only wanted to protect you from Ricco’s bodyguards.""I never understood you, Hillary. You always fought with your mother for having sold you to Ricco, and for all those abuses, but then you always chose him, and even gave him four billion dollars," Jack said, trying to resolve a lingering doubt.Hillary sighed deeply and then let out all the air in her lungs. It was time to explain a few things to Jack—after all, he deserved at least that much."My mother was

"Your mansion is very beautiful," said Hillary shyly as she sat at a table with Jack in the middle of the main hall."Do you like it? It’s called Walton Mansion 2.0," said Ricco before sitting down, holding an ice pack against his lip, swollen from Jack’s punch."That’s not true. It’s called Preston Mansion," Jack immediately corrected."Are you serious, man? You punch me and then you contradict me too?" complained Ricco, now seated across from them, still pressing the ice to his busted lip."You can’t change the official name of the mansion. Theo is looking for you—he wants to kill you," Hillary warned."Fantastic. One more problem to worry about," Ricco muttered as he leaned back in his chair."How the hell did you manage to spend four billion dollars in less than two months?" Jack asked, disappointed."Are you raising your voice at me?"Ricco stood up and finally removed the ice pack from his mouth."Let me remind you that you're no longer Ricco Walton. You're just a pathetic basta

Alexandra Lemar was sitting on an elegant sofa in the main hall of the Walton mansion. The piece of furniture was white with pure gold details, perfectly matching the rest of the décor.Alexandra’s elegance was evident just by looking at her sitting there, wearing a short, pastel cream-colored dress that showed off her long, perfect legs as she sat sideways.—Boom!—The loud noise startled Alexandra, making her jump slightly from the shock. However, it was only Theo approaching her with a bottle of champagne in his hands. He had just popped the bottle and was also carrying a pair of empty glasses.Alexandra felt a great sense of relief upon realizing it was just a stupid cork, placing her hand over her chest and exhaling calmly. After spending the day watching Theo kill Hillary, she couldn’t feel completely at ease in the house of a murderer."Today is a perfect day to celebrate," Theo said as he poured the champagne into the two glasses."I don’t drink, thanks," Alexandra said, wrink