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 Thirty-Seven: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue
Margaret and Kate were chatting in the sitting room, bright smiles on their faces. It was already evening, and the sun hung low on the horizon. A crimson hue painted the surroundings, giving it an aesthetic look. “Jane cornered James with that statement,” Kate said. “I can't believe she's not only cold, but sly.” “Why do you think my brother employed her?” Margaret asked. “I mean, she graduated with a first-class degree in Finance and Corporate Law.” “Yeah,” Kate said. “She's really good. If I were to become the boss’s personal assistant, I wouldn't be able to pull off something like that. It makes her look like an undefeatable heroine.” She paused and looked around, as if she was about to gossip. Then she added, “The only downside is that she seems emotionless. The only time I see a hint of emotion is when she's around Boss.” “That's what love is all about, Kate.” Margaret nodded slowly. “Love changes people in ways you can't imagine. I mean, take a look at my brother. He always
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Six: One Who Knows Deserves Trust
Jack sat on the couch, his eyes fixated on the TV in his bedroom. He held a glass of grape wine, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. The news was on, and he was delighted to see Martha, Jane, and the others on the screen. As he'd expected, Jane delivered exceptionally.“Now James has been cornered,” he muttered to himself, nodding slowly. “There's no way he'd be able to get out now…”He squinted and clicked his tongue. “No… He should be able to get out… But that would mean he'd divert his attention and resources…”And that was the scenario that Jack wanted. This would let him commence with his next plan, before finally revealing himself to the world.He sipped from the glass, the sour and sweet taste of the wine spreading across his mouth. He swirled the liquid in his mouth, savouring its taste. He then closed his eyes and swallowed with a gulp.“That reminds me…” he told himself. “Margaret’s supposed to be on TV tomorrow…”She was supposed to reveal the truth to the public, alb
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Five: “A Minor Setback”
James Whitefield was watching TV when he saw the news. At first his lips were curled up into a victorious smile, his chin slightly raised. The Underground Synagogue infiltrated the Neuman family estate as planned.But as he continued watching the news, his lips slowly dropped. His shoulders sagged as he slumped into the couch, defeated.“This can't be…” he muttered to himself with twitching fingers. “They took at least twenty men to kill those mercenaries… They took five high-ranking ones to kill Margaret…”His breath caught. The attack had failed. He'd failed to assassinate the heir of the Neuman Empire. Not only that, but he'd also lost his spy in the Neuman family.Jane Foyers and Brandon Kruger had killed Edward and the other servants. There was no way he'd know what was happening within the Neuman family anymore.“It was supposed to work…” His voice quaked, like a dying wheeze. “Nothing was supposed to go wrong…”He swallowed hard and clenched his fists. It seemed as if Jane and
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Four: A Plan Set in Motion
“Good morning from NewsEve Papers.” Martha's voice was soft. “We're live at the Neuman family estate.”The camera zoomed in on her face as she walked around. Kurt gripped the tripod stand with a serious expression. It was as if his entire life depended on this news coverage. Well, he wasn't doing it for himself… But for Martha. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even be here… He wouldn't even be a videographer for NewsEve Papers.“Currently, the police are apprehending a bunch of criminals,” she continued. “It turns out, they were assassins hired to kill Margaret Neuman. Thankfully, Jane Foyers and Brandon protected the girl.”She walked toward Margaret, who seemed distraught. The young woman bit her lips, gazing into oblivion. Obviously, she was trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.“Good morning, Ma'am,” she greeted her.Margaret snapped out of her thoughts and stared at her. Her expression seemed melancholic, but she bit her lips a few seconds later.Martha sighed i
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Three: “Lay the Groundwork”
The sun peeked through the clouds, casting an orange hue upon the Neuman estate. The pools of blood glistened under the sunlight, becoming redder than usual. The corpses lay on the ground as a testament to the failed assassination attempt. It was already morning.Sirens wailed as police sedans rolled into the Neuman estate. Jane Foyers had reported an assassination attempt a few minutes ago. Several cops hurried out of the vehicles cautiously. They were armed to the teeth, looking more like soldiers than cops. They spread across the entire place, setting up crime tapes to cordon off the press… They'd soon be here any moment from now.There were several casualties, but a few people were alive, even though they were conscious. The police officers immediately restrained them as they recovered, rounding them up into the sedans.An ambulance and a van arrived a few moments later. The van’s back doors flew open as the forensic team stepped out. They began taking data captures of the entire
Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Two: The Dust Settles
John and his men were still fighting against the attackers. Muzzles blazed as bullets were spewed into the air. Clattering sounds filled the air as the bullets hit the trees and ground. They'd already killed several of the attackers, leaving only a few of them.John raised his right hand, gesturing at the men. They nodded, moving into a complicated formation. Their figures darted through the night, flanking the attackers.Da! Da! Da!Submachine guns roared, but the elite mercenaries were very experienced. They didn't move blindly into the enemies’ firing range. They squatted, rolled, and slid, cornering the remaining men.There were only twelve attackers left, their hands carrying submachine guns. They glanced at the bodies lying all over the place, their expressions becoming grim. They'd underestimated the Neuman family greatly. Who would have thought that they'd employ such elite mercenaries? They couldn't help but wonder where these elite mercenaries had come from.The Underground
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