I Level Up with the Trillionaire System

Chapter Five: The Ghost Bid

The van drove to the VIP parking lot and pulled over. There were several Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG parked around, their bodies sleek. They belonged to the VIP clients who patronized the Night Garden.

Browny and Winston alighted first, then the two other henchmen with Margaret. They were gripping her a little more tightly, overcome by excitement. They all wanted to see the man who had bidded $1 billion for the young girl.

They walked toward the large building standing before them. It had ten floors, consisting of the nightclub, lounge, sex gallery, and VIP rooms.

A lanky man walked out of the building, running toward them. He stopped before Winston, bending over to gasp for air.

The three henchmen exchanged glances before looking at the girl. She was now tired from all the wriggling and thrashing, her body very still.

“S-sorry boss!” The lanky man held his chest. “It's just that I had to run down here… the moment I heard you'd arrived!”

“And why is that, Manager Josh?” Winston asked. The lanky man was none other than the manager of his biggest nightclub, Night Garden.

“The wealthy man’s PA is already waiting at the sex gallery!” Josh replied instantly, then pointed at something.

Everyone's eyes trailed his hand, looking in that direction. And that was when they saw the car parked in one of the VIP parking lots. Their eyes widened, hearts in their throat when they recognized the model.

It was a Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail which cost around $30 million! And it was coated in gold and platinum!

“What…” Winston's voice cracked, breath hitching. Now he understood why Josh was excited.

“Take me to his PA instantly!” He instructed Josh.

“Alright, alright,” Josh replied and led them to the sex gallery, where sex workers were exhibited for VIP members. Winston was the one who came up with this term.

They took the elevator to the tenth floor, entering the sex gallery. There a woman was seated on an expensive couch, legs crossed. She was dressed in a black suit, a pair of glasses perched on her nose bridge.

Winston faltered when he saw her. This was the PA of the wealthy bidder, he had to present a very good image.

“Good afternoon, Ma'am,” he greeted with a warm smile, gesturing at the two henchmen behind him.

They brought Margaret over, standing behind him silently. Their heads were held high, not betraying any hint of emotion.

“You can call me Jane,” the woman said, her grey eyes peering at Winston. “Let's just cut the chase and go straight to business. My boss wants that girl for one billion dollars.”

“I'm sorry, Ma'am… I mean Jane,” Winston lowered his head, lips trembling. “But… but are you really sure about this? A billion dollars…”

“Do you want the deal or not?” Jane frowned.

“Of course! I want it!” Winston flashed a smile, his greed winning over his instincts in the end.

“Good,” Jane said. “My boss doesn't fancy places like this, so we'd head to BlueBird Hotels.”

Winston’s eyes widened when he heard this. Bluebird Hotels was the biggest five-star hotel in the entire state, a home to the wealthiest men all over the world! A few hours there costs millions of dollars!

“Sure, sure,” he nodded, glancing at the men.

Quickly, they all left for BlueBird Hotels in the Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. They were supposed to take their van, but Jane insisted they take hers. The driver was a lean man dressed in a tailored suit. He only talked to Jane and ignored everyone else.

Winston was infuriated by his cold attitude but controlled himself. After the deal had been finalized, he would become extremely wealthy! Drivers like him would no longer look down on him.

They got to BlueBird Hotels, a skyscraper with hundreds of floors. Jane led them into an elevator which took them to the topmost floor. They lit the elevator and walked to the lounge.

A tall man dressed in a black tailored suit had his back toward them, facing the window. Winston’s eyes drifted toward the gold bracelet on his left wrist, heart thumping instantly.

That must be worth millions of dollars! He screamed inwardly, trying hard to maintain his composure.

“Boss, they're here,” Jane said, voice neutral as if rehearsed perfectly.

“Good,” the man replied, his voice sounding too familiar to Winston and Margaret.

Slowly, he turned around and Winston's jaw dropped. It wasn't just him, but the three henchmen and Margaret. The person standing before them was none other than Jack Neuman!

What?! Browny’s eyes flashed. He'd shot the man, killing him! How then was he still alive and standing here?

If he'd just survived, that was easier to believe. But now he was a very wealthy man who could afford Bluebird Hotels and a $1 billion bid! This was impossible, except they were all dreaming!

Winston glanced at his men and they immediately pushed Margaret to the floor. In the blink of an eye, they reached out their hands into their trousers to pull out revolvers. Now they had to make sure he was really dead.

But Jane and the driver beat them to it. The duo slid across the floor and tackled the three henchmen to the ground. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, it took Winston a few seconds to realize what was happening.

Browny and the other two had been disarmed, lying on the floor with broken backs and jaws. They were groaning in pain, unable to move.

Winston’s pupils dilated when he saw the driver and Jane stood up slowly. The personal assistant gently grabbed Margaret from the floor and took her to Jack, while the driver stayed by his side.

“Jack?” Margaret whispered, tears rolling down her face. Although she found it hard to believe, she was still happy. She hugged her elder brother tightly and began crying.

“I'm alive, Margaret,” Jack said. “I'm not dead.”

At that moment, Winston stood frozen on the spot. Everything still seemed like a dream, but his henchmen lying on the ground told him otherwise.

“Now,” Jack's voice jolted him from his thoughts. He looked up and saw that the man was no longer hugging his sister.

Jack walked toward Winston, one shiny shoe after the other. “Now, how do I repay you for your actions?” He asked, voice cold as if rehearsed for decades. It was perfectly emotionless.