All Chapters of Ultimate Charm System: Chapter 51
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51. Miracle doctor
Looking utterly bored, Mr. Adams crossed one leg over the other, his head resting heavy in the palm of his hand as if the mere presence of Mark was a chore."Well, let's hear what you want to say, young man!" he mumbled dismissaly.Every elite, every shark in the room, was dying to know what kind of "business" this mysterious brat thought he could offer a titan like Adams.Mark stepped closer, a smile stretching across his face."I’ve done a little... homework on you, Mr. Adams. And frankly, your life is quite pathetic. After learning your secrets, I decided on the one thing you’d be too terrified to refuse. That’s when I concluded that you need this!"He slid his hand into his suit pocket, slowly pulling out a small glass vial. He held it up, letting the liquid shimmer under the chandeliers."I demand two hundred million for this little bad boy!"Mr. Adams’ brows shot up. "Is this a joke?"The crowd didn't
52. Holy f!ck
As the atmosphere in the room changed, with Mark now the absolute center of attention, Evelyn Clarice couldn't help but chuckle to herself. So, all that information he was asking for last night about Mr. Adams.... it was all to prepare for this? She’d used all her links to get Mr. Adams' personal info and provided it to him, thinking he was just wasting time on a losing game. She really had underestimated him. She thought he was just a small dog trying to bite a bigger bone, but he actually had the teeth for it. In fact, he looked bigger than her now. It was hard to believe this was the same boy she and her husband had invited to their penthouse for their twisted cuckold fantasies just days ago. Had he really been a miracle doctor all along? she wondered, a shiver of excitement tracing her spine. Meanwhile, what she didn't know was that Mark had always had these healing concoctions in his system store.
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53. You tricked me
Mark’s gift car moved in slowly, quiet and smooth. Its light blue body looked almost like shallow ocean water catching the lights as it rolled forward.It sat extremely low to the ground, longer than any supercar most people there had ever seen, with a stretched rear that gave it a unique, sleek look. There were no big spoilers or flashy parts; the design was clean, almost simple, but expensive in a way that was hard to explain. Even standing still, it felt heavy with presence.Inside the hall, the elites stopped mid-clap. Outside, the commoners stood frozen, jaws dropped at the moving masterpiece.Someone whispered, "No way... is that a Pagani Huayra Codalunga?"Lady Clarice gasped, her breath catching. "A Codalunga? Only five were ever made. I didn't think a single one existed in this country!"Mr. Adams beamed, his chest swelling with pride. "There wasn’t one—until I had it flown in. This was meant to be a recovery gift for my dau
54. I missed this
Later in the evening, dressed in gray pajamas and black lace choker, Lilith sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop illuminating her beautiful face.She was live on Instagram, and for the first time, the viewer count was skyrocketing, people also bombing the chat with questions.[The mysterious miracle doctor tycoon spent $100 million on art just to give it to you?! What’s the tea??] [Fr, they looked so close in that photo!] [We need an unboxing! When can we see the art??]Her following had always been modest compared to her friends—all of whom were adult creators on OnlyFence, but today was a turning point. Without having to reveal anything more than a smile, Mark had transformed her into the city's most talked-about socialite.As a girl who had always felt like an outsider—gothic, emo, and perpetually misunderstood—Mark’s attention felt more valuable than the million-dollar gift itself. Seeing fans shipping them made he
55. Her world shatters
Mark's breath came in hard as Alice stroked him; he could feel himself twitch against her hand every few seconds. He needed her. "Come here, baby girl..." he murmured, angling his arm to invite her closer. She adjusted her seatbelt before leaning over the center console and lowering her head into his lap. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and ran her tongue over it. He moaned deeply, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "God, baby... fuck..." With a smile on her lips, she lowered her head further, taking him deeper inside her warm mouth. She began sucking his cock while her hand held it steady against her lips. His moans grew louder as she played around, sucking faster, then slower, licking over the head and swirling around the shaft. Clearly, those online videos she had watched on how to give a blowjob were paying off. And honestly
56. Interesting lies
The moment Mark stepped through the door after a long day out, he was greeted by the twin glares of his mother and sister waiting in the sitting room like a welcoming committee for a fugitive. "Baby... you’re alive!" Clara exclaimed, though her eyes said 'and you’re about to wish you weren't.' "Hey Mom. Sorry for the heart attack," Mark offered, attempting a casual stroll. "Save the apologies for the jury, Mark!" Clara snapped. "Explain. Now." Mark raised an eyebrow, leaning into his best 'clueless' face. "Explain what? Did the milk go bad?" "Dude..." Rita, his sister, shoved a smartphone an inch from his nose. "You’re trending on every timeline, every feed. Stop acting surprised!" Both ladies had stayed up late waiting for him, having been glued to the TV since the afternoon when they first saw his face on the news. "And correct me if I’m wrong," Rita continued, her
57. The past
"Remember when we used to sit here, freezing, just waiting for Mom to come home from her double shifts?" Rita murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns through Mark’s hair. Mark gave a dry chuckle. "Yeah. We were pretty pathetic back then, weren't we?" They were sitting on the back porch stairs—the same way they had a thousand times before. Rita sat a step above him, and Mark sat on the lower step, his head resting between her knees. It was their "worry ritual," a habit born from years of staring into the dark, waiting for their mother to return from working herself to the bone. "I guess we were," Rita whispered, but her laughter died quickly. Her tone shifted, turning heavy. "Have you ever... thought about Dad?" Mark’s jaw tightened. "Why would I? The bastard ghosted us. I don’t even know what he looks like." "That's because you were barely a year old whe
58. The Reaper
Mark drove like a madman. He’d blown through red lights and nearly caused three pile-ups, but he didn't care. His blood was boiling, his mind fixed on one thing: getting to the location. At exactly 11:49 PM, he slammed the brakes in front of a massive, decaying building. It looked like an abandoned hospital, sitting isolated on the outskirts of town. It was a tomb of concrete, dark except for a few flickering lights in the upper windows. Mark stepped out, his boots crunching into weeds that grew ankle-high. The air out here was different—thick with the smell of damp pine and rot. And Mark didn't waste a second. He charged the entrance and threw the door open. It gave a long, rusted squeal—the sound of metal that hadn't seen grease in a decade. "Alice!" he bellowed. The sound died in the heavy insulation of dust and peeling wallpaper. Above
59. Raisins
With a bomb mine under his foot and Alice hanging over a tub of acid, Mark's mind raced. He had been caught so easily, like a mouse lured to a trap with a piece of cheese. He looked up at his captor. The man was rolling a dark, shriveled raisin between his thumb and forefinger, staring at it with the kind of genuine affection most people reserved for a newborn. "Did you know," the Reaper whispered, "that a raisin is just a grape that survived the fire? The sun tries to kill it, but it just gets tougher. Sweeter. Smaller. That's what I'm doing for you, Mark. I'm taking away your time, your options, your 'water'... I want to see if there's anything sweet left in you when the timer hits zero." He popped the raisin into his mask and smiled. "Forty seconds. Don't disappoint the sun." Maybe it was the pressure, or the sheer terror, but Mark's leg began to tremble over the plate.<
60. I've retired
(The Next Morning.) Sitting in the back of her SUV, Enny hummed a low tune while her driver, Charlie, navigated the morning traffic. With one hand, she angled a small silver mirror, meticulously touching up her makeup. She fished a tube of crimson lip gloss from her purse and smeared it across her mouth until her lips looked like a fresh wound. She kissed the air with a cruel smirk on her face. "Finally, a pesky insect has been swatted from my path." She giggled, the sound light but cold. "There’s no way anyone survives the Reaper’s scythe. I suppose I should go and offer my… deepest condolences." In her mind, it was already a done deal. Mark and that insufferable bitch Alice girl were dead. With the owners gone, her contract with EagleCrest Dining would be void, and that'll end the humiliation of seeing her family’s vintage wine sold for pennies in the slu