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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A year later…Jack walked out of the UN headquarters, talking with some prime ministers. He was surrounded by his bodyguards, all of them dressed in black suits. The moment he appeared outside, the press rushed forth in droves.“Sir, sir—” a female reporter shoved her microphone in his face.His security team immediately stepped forward to cordone the excited reporters. They formed a wall around Jack and the prime ministers, leading them toward the armoured SUV parked outside. The press didn't even get another chance to talk to Jack.When they got to the vehicle, Jack shook hands with the prime ministers. They left afterward, beaming with smiles. After all, he'd agreed to fund every country in the world, helping them with development in technology, infrastructure and medicine.“Sir, Sir!” Someone called as he was about to enter the vehicle.Brandon frowned, tilting his head at the stubborn reporter. He wanted to shun them off, when he saw the person.Jack smiled, putting his hands in
Chapter One-Hundred and Forty-Three: Closure
Two days later…Kansas City’s High Court was packed. Federal marshals lined the perimeter, while press cameras silently captured the proceedings from the designated gallery. Presiding over the bench was Judge Maria Hales, a member of the Hales family. She was Fredrick’s relative, a veteran jurist known for her zero tolerance for corruption.Jack sat down silently. The others were also here with him. They weren't only here as witnesses. They were all here to see what would become of James Whitefield and the others. Things like this only happened in novels and movies.“All rise for the Honorable Judge Maria Hales,” the bailiff announced.When the courtroom settled, James Whitefield was led in. He was bound in heavy wrist-cuffs and leg irons, his expression dreary. His tailor-made suits were gone, replaced by an orange inmate jumpsuit. He lowered his sunken eyes, not daring to look at anyone.Standing beside Jack Neuman at the prosecution table was Jane Foyers. She was dressed in a sharp
Chapter One-Hundred and Forty-Two: A Shocking Revelation
James was still lying on the ground, wondering what was going on. Several camera lights flashed in his face, making him shut his eyes.Margaret walked toward him, unblinking. “I told you… Didn't I?”“How…” James asked, coughing out blood. No one was supposed to know… It seemed like the traitor had finally ruined him. Owen and Lukeman had told him that there was a traitor amongst them.‘If only I'd destroyed that traitor first…’ he clenched his jaw.He watched as the cops walked up to arrest him. But Margaret waved her right hand, asking them to stand down.“We're not done, yet,” she said. “There's a lot of things I have to say to him.”“But he might die, Ma'am,” the captain said.“He won't,” Jane replied. She didn't offer any explanation afterward.The captain didn't say anything and backed down.At this point, James wished he were arrested. But it didn't happen. Instead the reporters continued to capture the incident. Obviously, the public was already abuzz with the news.‘It’s over
Chapter One-Hundred and Forty-One: Caught in the Snare
Jack stood in his room, facing the window. He twirled a glass of wine in his hand, a calm expression on his face. Behind him were Jane and Brandon. They remained quiet, their faces pulled taut. No emotion could be detected.“James' company is now in ashes,” Jack began. “He's very desperate now… What's the saying? A cornered rat is very dangerous…?”He walked toward his study desk, and placed the glass gently. He then turned around and faced his aides. “What do you think?”Brandon and Jane exchanged glances. The latter spoke afterward, “He will definitely match here to kill Margaret.”“Yeah,” Jack replied. “I'm aware of his ‘meticulous’ plan. How he wants to use Darlington as a decoy to kill my sister.”Brandon blinked. How was the boss so calm talking, when his sister's life was in danger? If he were the one in his shoes, he would have lost his mind.“But I have the upper hand,” Jack continued. “He doesn't know I'm still alive. So, I'll use this to my biggest advantage.”“How do you p
Chapter One-Hundred and Forty: The Billionaire's Crash
James Whitefield clenched the glass with furrowed brows. His eyes were fixated on the TV screen, its light illuminating his face.“That bitch!” He cursed, averting his eyes. The more he stared at the screen, the more he felt like smashing something. He could feel the blood rushing up his veins.How dare she? She was the one who willingly sold him the subsidiary companies… The one who was weak. How could she suddenly turn around and accuse him brazenly?He turned to look at Owen and Lukeman. They were also watching the news. Everyone saw Margaret's shocking reveal on TV.“You told me to buy the subsidiary companies!” James turned his aggression on them. “You told me there'd be no loose ends…”“If only you kill Margaret Neuman,” Owen said, adjusting his glasses. “That's what we suggested. But you failed to kill her. And now she's come for retribution.”“What's that supposed to mean?” James slammed his fists on the office desk. “Surely, there must be a way… Or else…”His gaze turned dang
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Nine: The Billionaire’s Dirty Secrets
The interview began earnestly. Martha had mixed emotions, looking at Margaret. She'd lost her brother to an assassination, yet she still showed up. She couldn't help but wish she were this strong.“Ma'am,” Martha cleared her throat. “What are your thoughts concerning the purchase of your subsidiary companies?”“My thoughts?” Margaret raised her eyebrow. “I sold those companies because there was no way out.”Martha blinked. “What do you mean by that? Were you in a tight spot?”“You can say that.”There was a pause. Then the reporter asked. “Do you care to elaborate? The public wants to know what really happened. I believe Jack Neuman wouldn't sell his subsidiary if he were alive.”She managed to maintain a neutral expression afterwards.“Elaborate… Right,” Margaret chuckled dryly. She looked directly at the camera and took a deep breath. “Can we leave it at that? I mean, the companies have already been sold. There's no turning back.”“Ma'am,” Martha tapped the microphone. “I understand
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