The charges had been cleared and though his life couldn’t return to the way it used to be, he was happy it was like this and that he had left that company while he still had the chance, if not he might have still been a man slaving away for an average salary. This was much better than any job could offer.The anger that was built up inside of him was replaced by something calmer.Relief.No one could use those accusations against him anymore, his name was officially cleared.Still, he had no cause to celebrate.He grabbed the remote and turned off the television, “Too little too late…” he said to no one in particular.He got up, pulling on his tracksuit, and tied the strings tight around his waist. If there was one thing that could help him shake off the remnants of his anger, it was a good run.When he finally stepped outside, the cool morning breeze greeted him. The sun was still low, the neighborhood was quiet except for the barking of a dog or the faint hum of a car in the dista

Maximus sat on his couch the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the apartment window. His phone rested in his palms with the screen displaying a long list of real estate properties.He had spent most of the morning hours doom scrolling through mansions, a concept that still felt foreign. A mansion? For him? Just a few months ago, he was scraping by and avoiding the dreed of his landlord.But now, things have changed.Now, with three million quid sitting in his bank account and the Investment God System backing him, Maximus felt a strange sense of inevitability.The system wasn’t just helping him survive, it was pushing him to thrive and prosper. And now he was going to live in a thrilling home worthy of his present status.He scrolled past another property, it was beautiful, but something about it didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want something flashy just for the sake of it. He wanted a place that he could call home.Finally, a series of properties caught his eye. A

Zack Zimmerman continued his speech immediately the cheering calmed down, “We are here to celebrate my success, connections, and most importantly, having a great hell of a time. So lets keep the drinks coming, the music blaring and the energy alive!”With that, he stepped down from the stage and disappeared into the throng of guests as the music surged back to its alarming volume.“Don't remember him being such a show off though…” Maximus muttered still leaning towards Danny.“Come on, he not that bad,” Danny said with a chuckle, “Come on, lets go say hi…”It happened faster than Maximus could process, before he had the time to protest, Danny grabbed his arm and started weaving through the sea of half naked party goers. He spent the entire moment preventing his body from making contact with exposed nipples and giggling butts dancing to the beat of the loud music.They eventually found Zack near the bar, surrounded by a group of hot women hanging on his every word. When he spotted Dann

“A resort?” Maximus asked with a slight tilt of his head. Intrigue building up inside of him.“Yeah,” Zack said, his eyes lighting up upon seeing Maximus visibly interested. “Imagine it, a luxrury destination with everything you could think of. Top tier accomodadtions, dining, pools, spas, night life, you name it. A place where people can come to relax and let loose and have anunforgettable experience like non other… memories, families, couples, bonds! Think about it!”“Sounds… ambitious,” Maximus said, though he couldn’t dent the appeal of the idea.“Of course! It is very much ambitious,” Zack admitted. “but I've got the vision. And I have been researching locations, sketching out concepts, even talking to a few architects about where would be a suitable place in all of Central City. All I need right now is someone who can make this a reality.”Maximus released a slight frown, his fingers drumming against the bar. “And you think I am a suitable fit to make that a reality?”“Why not?”

It was 10:43 PM.Joe Hart's building complex gleamed with ambition. Glass, steel, neon blue edge lights that screamed power.Maximus stepped off the bike and marched straight toward the entrance, three security guards in tailored suits intercepted him immediately.“Sir, no visitation are allowed at this time, unless you have and appointment.”“I don’t want one,” Maximus said coldly. “Joe hart owes me thirty million dollars. He's collecting rent off a property that is technically still mine, without paying me a dime.”One of the guards laughed. “Right. You'll need to take that up with his legal team, now step back.”From the balcony above, Joe Hart and Keith Hall leaned against the rails like smug kings on their thrones.They descended slowly, their suits pristine and their expressions dripping with mockery.“Maximus Prime,” Joe called, chuckling. “You really came all the way here for that chump change?”Keith grinned beside him. “Didn’t think you'd be so sentimental about pocket money