Ding! My System Turns Your Arrogance Into Cash

Chapter 13: The Price Of Regret

"Get out of my sight before I have the police drag you away in handcuffs!" Mr. Vance roared, his face completely red with fury.

He was shaking with rage because Marcus’s stupidity had almost ruined his own high-paying career as the general manager.

Marcus staggered backward, his legs giving out completely as he collapsed onto the thick velvet carpet.

He wept openly, realizing his life was utterly ruined and his massive gambling debts would now catch up to him.

Nicholas didn't spare the sobbing man a single glance, turning his back on the pathetic scene without a hint of pity.

Mr Vance rushed after him, following timidly behind him like a servant who needs to stay on heels to answer his master’s needs.

“You did a great job. Mr Vance.” Nicholas said almost absentmindedly. “People like Marcus are a parasite to this establishment.”

“Ah! Yes! Mr Peterson. It was my oversight that someone like that was employed in the first place. Apologies again.” He chuckled nervously as they continued to walk.

Nicholas didn’t reply. The manager’s heart began to beat fast. He still thinks Nicholas still holds a grudge and might still come for him. So his mind worked, thinking of how else to please him.

The manager wanted to please his new billionaire boss at all costs to protect his own skin.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for? Or do you want me to show you around?” He asked quickly.

"Show me to the best table in the house, Mr. Vance," Nicholas replied as the manager exhaled in relief.

"Right away, Chairman Peterson! It would be my absolute honor," Mr. Vance stammered, bowing so low his nose almost touched his knees.

Nicholas calmly walked past the fired host, his footsteps quiet against the grand floor as he entered the main dining room.

He exuded a terrifying, unshakeable aura of true power that made the wealthy dining guests immediately lower their voices.

Mr. Vance personally pulled out the velvet chair at the absolute best VIP table, located right in the center of the room.

"Will this be perfect, Chairman? Our top chef will prepare anything you desire immediately," Mr. Vance pleaded, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"This is fine. Bring me the signature steak and a glass of your finest water," Nicholas replied, leaning back comfortably.

"Right away, sir!" Mr. Vance squeaked, rushing off toward the kitchen like a servant desperate to please.

Nicholas sat alone, soaking in the high-society atmosphere that used to feel a million miles away from his broke student life.

Suddenly, a slender figure slipped past the grand archway of the dining room entrance, dodging the busy waiters.

It was Miranda.

She had followed Nicholas all the way from the campus courtyard, her heart pounding with a mixture of greed and desperation.

Seeing him sit in the most exclusive seat in the city confirmed every insane rumor—Nicholas was unimaginably wealthy.

Miranda put on a sweet, pitiful smile, smoothing down her dress as she quickly marched over to his table.

She pulled out the empty leather chair directly across from Nicholas and tried to sit down, acting completely natural.

"Oh, Nicholas! I am so glad I finally caught up to you," Miranda said, her voice dripping with fake affection.

Nicholas’s eyes snapped up, his gaze turning into an ice-cold glare that made Miranda’s smile freeze on her face.

"Who said you could sit there?" Nicholas asked, his tone flat and empty of any emotion.

Miranda flinched, but she forced herself to laugh softly, reaching across the table to try and touch his hand.

She wanted to pretend she was still his loving girlfriend, hoping she could manipulate his old feelings for her.

"Don't be like that, Nicky. I know you're just hurt about what happened with Chad earlier," Miranda lied smoothly, her eyes turning watery.

"I only pretended to date him because I wanted to motivate you to succeed for our future like o said earlier! I always loved you."

She wallowed in her own desperate delusion, truly believing her looks could win back a man she had treated like absolute garbage.

Nicholas looked at her face, feeling nothing but profound disgust for the woman who had dumped him when he was down.

"You really are shameless, Miranda," Nicholas whispered, his voice cutting through her words like a knife.

"Nicholas, please! Give me another chance! We belong together in a place like this," she begged, her voice rising in panic.

Nicholas didn't waste another breath on her; he simply raised his hand and gestured to a nearby staff member.

A newly appointed head host, eager to impress the big boss, sprinted over to the table instantly.

"Remove this trash from my sight," Nicholas ordered calmly, pointing a finger at Miranda.

"What? No! Nicholas, wait!" Miranda shrieked as two burly security guards grabbed her by the arms.

They lifted her straight out of the expensive chair, entirely unbothered by her frantic squirming.

"Let go of me! Do you know who I am? I am his girlfriend!" Miranda screamed, her face flushing with supreme humiliation.

The wealthy guests turned around, staring at her with deep disgust as she disrupted their peaceful, premium dining experience.

The guards dragged a screaming, kicking Miranda through the dining room and threw her out into the cold street.

She landed hard on the pavement, weeping bitter tears of pure regret as the heavy glass doors locked shut in her face.

Inside, Nicholas quietly enjoyed his premium meal, the steak tasting infinitely better now that the distractions were gone.

He took a slow sip of his drink, feeling the absolute weight of his new status in the world.

Suddenly, a violent, high-frequency vibration erupted from his front pocket, making his entire hand shake.

Nicholas pulled out his smartphone as a bright golden interface burst onto the screen, blinding out the menu app.

Ding!

[System Notification: Daily Task Evaluation Complete! Target Acquired Successfully.]

[Congratulations! Host has successfully unlocked Tier 3 Status!]

Nicholas watched the gold bars fill up on the screen, a rush of intense adrenaline hitting his chest.

[Daily Allowance Increased: $500,000 has been deposited into your premium black card account!]

[Emergency Tier 3 Requirement: Invest the full $500,000 into a failing local technology firm before midnight.]

[Failure to comply: Complete asset forfeiture and immediate soul deletion.]