2026-03-27 14:01:48Jack sat at the tempered glass table with his younger sister Margaret. The table was filled with several dishes, and waiters were coming in with more bowls.
The girl's eyes drifted from one dish to another, pupils trembling. She looked up at Jack who appeared calm and confident, then back at the dishes. How did he get the money? She asked herself. He was bankrupt just a few hours ago… The waiters offered to help them full service, but Jack waved his right hand, “There'll be no need for that. Tell your manager we need some alone time.” “Y-yes sir!” They replied with trembling voices, as if rehearsed. Their eyes remained fixated on the ground till they exited through the elevator. Margaret observed everything, her mouth agape. She glanced at Brandon who was standing silently, hoping for some explanation. But the man remained still and silent. The other woman, Jane, had gone off to do some business deals which Jack had requested. So, she was nowhere to be found. “Is something wrong, Little Sis?” Jack asked, offering her a warm smile. “You seem… absentminded.” He cut a lobster tail with a knife gracefully, eyes fixated on Margaret. He then stuffed it into his mouth like a greedy child, chewing slowly. “Jack…” she began, her voice trembling. “I don't understand what is happening…” He stopped eating and stared at the Premium dishes in front of him. There were so many that he forgot what the waiters had called them. Before Jack could answer, she continued, “You were shot and proclaimed dead, but here you are… And then you can afford a place like this…” “Easy, Little Sis,” he chuckled. “Are you not happy to see me?” “Of course, I am!” She agreed readily. “But I'm worried… terrified even. One moment you're selling off everything, the next moment a five-star hotel is giving you VIP treatment. It makes no sense!” “Heh,” Jack rolled his eyes. “You'd have to blame the CEO and manager… They threw themselves at me—” “That doesn't answer the question, Jack,” Margaret frowned. “Are you in an illegal business? Are you by chance in a cult? Because these are the two explanations for your sudden revival from death and bankruptcy.” “No, no,” he immediately shook his head. “You're thinking too much, Little Sister. I'm not into any illegal business, nor am I in a cult.” Perhaps he should tell her, he thought, taking a deep breath. The Trillionaire System wouldn't blame him, right? [The Host must not reveal the Trillionaire System’s existence to anyone!] Huh? His eyes lit up after hearing the Trillionaire System's voice. So there is a rule not to tell anyone. Since there's no penalty— [If this rule is broken, the Host will face a backlash of instant misfortune, bankruptcy, and then death] His pupils dilated, breath hitching. He almost choked on the piece of BBQ ribs he was chewing. Was the Trillionaire System messing with him?! How could he not reveal its existence to his own sister?! “Well?” Margaret's voice jolted him from his thoughts. She raised an eyebrow, demanding an answer to her question. “Huh?” He feigned ignorance, coughing heavily. “What were you talking about?” “I'm asking you how you acquired your wealth!” Margaret said, frowning even more. Her brother was definitely hiding something from her. There was no way he could get that wealthy in one day! He was obviously into the occult! Jack's cellphone lying on the table buzzed several times. It was a Vertu Privé which costs around $50,000, one of the most expensive phones in the world. He would have bought the Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Pink Diamond which costs about $48.5 million, but that was ridiculous. He glanced at his lit screen, a cold smile creeping across his face. He could see the notifications popping up on his screens… Assets being purchased and transferred into his name. It has been done, he thought. Jane has already helped me purchase all of Winston's assets… “Jack?” Margaret called, jolting him out of his thoughts again. “Sorry?” He raised an eyebrow. “You're definitely keeping secrets from me,” she said. He let out a deep sigh, saying, “It's… complicated, Little Sis. But you have to trust me… okay?” Margaret stared at him for a long time, her eyes narrowed. But her brother seemed very sincere, so she believed him. There was no need for him to lie to her. “I just hope you're not dabbling in the occult,” she sighed and grabbed a roast chicken with truffle jus. Her hunger didn't permit etiquette. Jack just smiled and observed his sister eating. She had really gone through a lot and deserved all the care and attention in the world. He continued eating, his eyes glued to his phone's screen. When it was five o'clock, he stood up, saying, “Excuse me, there's a call I need to make.” Margaret watched him walk to the elevator, a long sigh escaping her lips. Something was definitely up with Jack, but since she trusted him, she had to let it slide. A few minutes later, the elevator dinged, and Jane walked out of it. She glanced around before asking, “Where is the Boss?” “He went off to make a call,” Brandon replied. “Oh,” she raised an eyebrow and then nodded. “Okay.” It didn't take long for Jack to return to the lounge, stepping out of the elevator with confident and moderate strides. He had changed a lot, but only Margaret knew that too well. “I have some good news for you, Margaret!” Jack said happily. His mind steered back to the Trillionaire System's warning, a frown appearing on his face. But he soon wiped it off because the Trillionaire System said nothing about sharing good news. “What good news?” She asked, eyes narrowed. “Was that why you left the table?” “Yeah,” Jack replied. “The good news is, I just purchased our home!” “You mean, you bought back our house?” Margaret asked, a smile playing out on her face. “I'm very happy, Jack.” She didn't know when she ran off to hug him, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you, thank you…” “Eh… I didn't buy back our house,” Jack replied nervously. “What are you talking about?” She pulled away, her eyes peering into his. “I bought a new mansion,” he said, words heavy and terse. The news now sounded more than good.
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Chapter One-Hundred and Twelve: A Good Day to Die Young
Jack stood outside the interrogation chamber of the safehouse, his arms folded. Flanking him were Brandon and Jane, their expressions as neutral as ever. One couldn't even tell what was on their mind, even after someone tried assassinating their boss. Fredrick and Brian stood behind the trio in silence, wondering what was really going on. There was a heavy silence in the room, lasting for several minutes. No one said anything and either drowned in their thoughts or stared at the two traitors in the interrogation chamber. They were strapped to metallic chairs, unable to move an inch. Their eyes were fixated on Jack, defiance written across their faces. “We won't tell you anything!” They gritted their teeth and clenched their fists. “We'd rather die than reveal anything!” “Is that so?” Jack seemed amused, shaking his head slowly. The two men exchanged glances, a lump in their throats. They'd heard about the Master and how he interrogated his enemies. Somehow, he didn't torture them,
Chapter One-Hundred and Eleven: The Game starts
Jack stood before the interrogation room's door, his hands in his pockets. His brows were furrowed as he stared at Zack and Mark. He'd kept them locked since the interrogation, fearing that they'd leak his secret. They were the only ones who knew he wasn't dead. Brian had broken their limbs just as he'd commanded, but he'd kept them alive. An hour ago, a doctor he'd booked from another city came to treat and bandage their broken limbs. This way they'd be here, suffering gruesome pain without dying. Currently, they were unconscious and lying on the floor. Brandon inhaled behind him, saying, “It'd be better to finish them off. They tried killing you the second time.” Jack squinted and tilted his head. “Killing them wouldn't be the best course of action.” Brandon blinked, wondering what his boss was talking about. He knew that the young billionaire was very cunning, always planning ahead of his enemy. But each time Jack made a plan or move, he was left with several unanswered que
Chapter One-Hundred and Ten: Acting
Jack stood before the interrogation room's door, his hands in his pockets. His brows were furrowed as he stared at Zack and Mark. He'd kept them locked since the interrogation, fearing that they'd leak his secret. They were the only ones who knew he wasn't dead. Brian had broken their limbs just as he'd commanded, but he'd kept them alive. An hour ago, a doctor he'd booked from another city came to treat and bandage their broken limbs. This way they'd be here, suffering gruesome pain without dying. Currently, they were unconscious and lying on the floor. Brandon inhaled behind him, saying, “It'd be better to finish them off. They tried killing you the second time.” Jack squinted and tilted his head. “Killing them wouldn't be the best course of action.” Brandon blinked, wondering what his boss was talking about. He knew that the young billionaire was very cunning, always planning ahead of his enemy. But each time Jack made a plan or move, he was left with several unanswered questio
Chapter One-Hundred and Eight: A Tycoon and Warrior in One
Jack stood before the interrogation room's door, his hands in his pockets. His brows were furrowed as he stared at Zack and Mark. He'd kept them locked since the interrogation, fearing that they'd leak his secret. They were the only ones who knew he wasn't dead.Brian had broken their limbs just as he'd commanded, but he'd kept them alive. An hour ago, a doctor he'd booked from another city came to treat and bandage their broken limbs. This way they'd be here, suffering gruesome pain without dying. Currently, they were unconscious and lying on the floor.Brandon inhaled behind him, saying, “It'd be better to finish them off. They tried killing you the second time.”Jack squinted and tilted his head. “Killing them wouldn't be the best course of action.”Brandon blinked, wondering what his boss was talking about. He knew that the young billionaire was very cunning, always planning ahead of his enemy. But each time Jack made a plan or move, he was left with several unanswered questions.
Chapter One-Hundred and Seven: The Council of Ahithophel
The penthouse was unnaturally quiet. It was situated at the very top of the Whitefield Enterprises skyscraper, accessible only to the executive. It overlooked the entire city skyline, making it feel like a god looking down on its kingdom.It was late evening, the streetlights illuminating the glistening windows. Inside, a long mahogany table was covered in digital tablets. They displayed the financial breakdowns of Neuman Technologies, the subsidiary logistics companies, and the blueprints of the Neuman estate itself.James sat at the head of the table, sipping an expensive whiskey. His expression was smug, as if he'd win a lifelong battle of wits and brains. Ironically, this was what he felt after hearing the news of Jack's death.‘His pride was his undoing,’ he said inwardly. ‘If only he'd stopped to ponder the situation, he wouldn't have gotten himself in such a mess… I wonder where his immortality is right now and why it failed him…’He shook his head bitterly. It seemed that the
Chapter One-Hundred and Six: The Mayor's Advice
Mayor Garrick sipped a cup of coffee as he stared at Fredrick. Only a day had passed after Jack Neuman's funeral, yet his grandson was unnaturally calm. Considering how the young billionaire tycoon was his ally, he was supposed to be brokenhearted. An ally like that was rare, and losing him incurred an unimaginable loss. ‘There is something fishy here…’ he thought to himself. ‘During the funeral, something seemed fishy…’ But he couldn't figure out what was fishy, considering how Jane handled everything perfectly. He wanted to ask Fredrick, but stopped himself from doing so. If his grandson wanted him to know what was going on, he'd know. He couldn't help but feel there was something big going on in the dark—something which Fredrick was part of. “Fredrick,” he cleared his throat. “You called me here, yet you haven't said anything up till now. Is there a specific reason you called me here?” Fredrick smiled, raising his cup to his mouth. He drank the coffee slowly, savoring its milky
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