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 Seventy-Two: A Perilous Situation and Blooming Situationship
Jane was about to leave when the iron door of the Beetle Anvil bar shut behind her. She felt the atmospheric pressure inside the tavern shift entirely, the low rumbling hum of casual criminal chatter dying down instantly. It was replaced by a sudden, unnatural stillness that made the air feel thick and heavy.‘Something’s wrong…’ she thought, narrowing her eyes.Unbeknownst to Jane, Philemon was never just a low-level, terrified scout caught off guard by a sleek revolver. The moment the cold steel of her revolver left his flesh, the trembling coward ice-melted away. A cold, calculating grin carved its way onto his scarred face. Keeping his hands perfectly steady and hidden beneath the sticky, alcohol-soaked bar counter, he firmly pressed a hidden transmitter button linked directly to an encrypted underground network.Two miles away, buried deep beneath the cold stone foundations of the 4th Street cathedral, a high-tech terminal buzzed with that exact frequency. Darlington Campbell lea
Chapter Seventy-One: A Detour Through the Valley of Death
The quiet hum of the Rolls-Royce engine was the only sound inside the luxury cabin as the flashing lights of Kansas City's central district began to fade in the rearview mirror.Jack sat back against the leather seat, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee. The dark, confident smile he had worn while leaving Mary Greene behind had settled into a sharp, contemplative line.He was quietly thinking about the Mayor's words, wondering what had led the man to think he'd agree to his offer. When did Mayor Garrick conceive the notion that he was afraid of being exposed?Beside him, the blush on Jane's cheeks had faded, replaced by the rigid posture of a professional waiting for orders. She knew Jack too well… Anytime he assumed a serious expression, a plan was brewing. It was only a matter of time before he came up with something and shared it with them…or better still, gave her a task.“I never expected you to do that,” she finally said.“Do what?” Jack asked.“Refuse the Mayor's offer
Chapter Seventy: The Mayor's Offer
The thick, heavy silence that had settled over the ballroom upon Jack's entrance slowly began to fracture. A low murmur of voices replaced it. Even with James and Mary standing near the front of the room, the gravity of the entire event had completely shifted toward the isolated corner where Jack stood with Jane and Brandon.Jack quietly exhaled, his gaze sharpening as he continued to scan the crowd. Now that Jane was standing close as his official date for the evening, her stunning white dress and the sharp, protective aura she radiated kept the opportunistic guests at a distance.“Boss,” Brandon leaned in, whispering with a serious expression. “This crowd… Please don't trust them.”Jack arched his brows and nodded slowly. “I almost got fooled for a second, thinking they truly respected me. They're all hypocrites, just like most people in the city…”‘They do not love me…’ he added inwardly. ‘They only fear me…’And fear always bred resentment…and then, rebellion.“Don't worry about t
Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Grand Ball
The Grand Municipal Estate sat like a fortress of old money on the highest crest of the city's northern district. Tonight, its towering white marble pillars were bathed in the luminance of hidden ground-lighting… They cast long shadows against the stone facade. A massive limestone fountain bubbled at the center of the curving cobblestone driveway, its cascading waters catching the amber glow of the gas-lit torches lining the perimeter.This was Mayor Garrick BlueBird’s annual birthday gala, the undisputed epicenter of Kansas City’s true power structure.Outside the main entrance, a continuous parade of luxury vehicles drove along the pavement…Custom-armored Cadillac Escalades, pristine Rolls-Royce Phantoms, and low-rumbling Bentleys came to a smooth halt one after the other. The chauffeurs knew their duties and rushed toward the vehicles in crisp white gloves and black vests. They opened the doors, shielding the occupants from the chilling evening breeze.The air outside was thick wit
Chapter Sixty-Eight: Roses are Red
Mary's expression twisted as she watched the news. Her gaze was fixated on the news reporter, Martha, whose expression was stern as she talked on TV.“...Once more we are left with a heavy question in our hearts,” Mary said, her expression becoming solemn… It was as if she'd rehearsed this moment perfectly.She paused, exhaled, and shifted her gaze from the camera. A few seconds passed before she continued. “Are we still safe in Kansas City? Or has this city turned into the Valley of Death?”The news ended there, followed by a soap commercial. Mary was enraged and clenched her fists, flinging the remote across the room. She couldn't take the horrendous news anymore…“H-how can they believe that narrative?!” She asked herself, biting her lips. “Why would they think James is nothing but a corrupt billionaire colluding with criminal suspects…”For an entire week, several news channels had taken turns exposing her husband. It was unknown how they ended up with videos of James and his deal
Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Tycoon’s Ledger
For seven straight days, Kansas City was engulfed in a ruthless media firestorm. The leaked video of billionaire James Whitefield and the corrupt officers of the Kansas City Police Department meeting in that secluded alley on St. Jones Street was all over the news. Every major network, internet blog, and social media platform was screaming about the instant corruption. The public was absolutely furious, and the massive backlash forced the police department’s internal affairs to terminate the officers involved to protect their own skin. James Whitefield’s corporate reputation was burning, and his company’s stock prices were dropping violently by the hour. Financial analysts were already predicting a massive collapse if the board of directors couldn't contain the bleeding. But Jack didn't hear out, even though he was supposed to take out James Whitefield. Instead, he remained at the Neuman mansion, refusing to care about the noise outside. He ignored the media storm, refusing to take
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