I Level Up with the Trillionaire System

Chapter Nine: The Devil's Cunning

An hour later, Jack and Margaret were done eating. The waiters came in afterward to clear the table. Again, they asked to offer more services, but he declined.

“Now let's go to our new home,” Jack said, standing up regally. He then glanced at his younger sister, eyebrows raised.

As if he'd realized something, he asked, “Do you want to rest first? Or do you still want more food?”

Margaret glanced at her bloated stomach, patted it, and belched. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words only came out as satisfactory moans. That, itself, was an answer for Jack.

“Alright,” he smiled. “Take your time then. I'll have to head out with Jane and Brandon.”

“But… we just got in,” she finally spoke, struggling with her words. Her eyelids were drooping, a sign she was feeling drowsy.

That's right, he thought. They hadn't slept well in those past few days. The bankruptcy and their mum's sickness had sucked every iota of rest from them. For the first time, they finally had a chance to do so.

“I know,” he walked up to the couch on which she was sitting and sat down. “But… this is very important. If I don't do this…”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed, and his tone a little colder, “They'll continue living in peace.”

“Who… are you talking about?” She asked, her head lowering slowly.

“Those people who made our life hell,” he replied, his eyes fixated on his sister.

“You know… we can now have a comfortable life…” she said, her voice a whisper. “No need for revenge…”

No need for revenge, he repeated the words, a sigh escaping his lips. A brief moment later, he shook his head slowly and muttered, “You won't understand, Little Sis. You're just sixteen.”

There was no answer. The young teenager was already fast asleep, eyes shut tightly. Her lips were curled into a smile, a happy expression on her face.

Seeing this gripped Jack with a sense of warmth. He stood up slowly and patted her head, saying, “Sleep well, because from now on, you won't have to suffer again.”

It wasn't just a statement, but a promise to her… one which he believed he'd be able to keep, till his last breath. And with the Trillionaire System, he felt nothing was impossible for him to achieve. All the wealth in the world at his fingertips—

He spun around, his eyes drifting to Jane and Brandon. They were standing still, their eyes staring straight ahead.

“I have some news for you, sir,” Jane said, seeing that he was done speaking with Margaret.

“Hit me,” he replied, gladdened by the notifications that kept popping up on his cellphone.

“All of Winston Stephen's assets have been successfully acquired and transferred under your name,” she reported. “The only exception is the Night Garden, which you instructed to be left alone. All other assets are now secured and under our management.”

“Impressive,” he nodded slowly, praising her. “I made the right decision employing you.”

“I won't disappoint you, Sir,” she bowed slightly. “I'll do everything possible to make sure you have your revenge.”

She and Brandon were already updated by Jack beforehand. He'd told them everything that had happened, including how he had been shot dead. But he'd instinctively excluded the Trillionaire System, opting for a mysterious entity instead.

Soon, Jack raised his eyebrows, asking, “And these trades can't be traced back to me?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Transactions were made through the designated firms, and all the documents were legalized. Even if he were to discover and sue you for fraud or extortion, you'd be acquitted.”

“And why is that?” He asked. He was a first-class graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Finance, not Law.

“Because you never interacted with him directly,” she replied. “Besides, I used legitimate firms as intermediaries, just as you asked. This creates a legal butter.”

“Heh,” Jack laughed at the term. “A legal buffer…”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded.

“Jane, let's say I called him earlier,” he raised an eyebrow. “Then, I revealed to him I was the one who purchased his companies.”

“You're still safe,” Jane said, her tone perfectly neutral. “Even though he recorded the call and has witnesses who overheard it, it proves nothing. There is no direct proof linking you to the acquisition.”

Jack listened, his eyes transfixed on her.

“And if he actually recorded the call, you can sue him,” she continued. “That is illegal.”

“Wow, you left no loose ends…” he smiled, his eyes narrowing in delight. “You really graduated with top honors.”

He'd read Jane’s files thoroughly. Just like him, she was exceptionally intelligent and strategic. She'd organized mock corporate takeovers and managed student investment funds. She was a first-class graduate with a Bachelor's degree in Finance and Corporate Law. She was said to have done her internships in top firms afterward.

This was why he'd trusted her with the position of his personal assistant. And this was also why she'd been able to professionally acquire an entire criminal empire from Winston Stephen through legitimate firms. There were indeed no loose ends, just as he'd said.

“You also graduated with top honors,” Jane said.

“Yeah,” Jack replied. “I remember us being academic rivals. So sad I didn't study Corporate Law.”

He fell silent, his eyes drifting to Margaret again. He'd planned to do something else in the evening, but he couldn't leave his sister alone. He'd just become wealthy, so he had to spend a little time with his only family… to make up for all his mistakes in the past.

“Sir?” He heard Jane calling him, his eyes blinking. He'd been deep in thought, he'd actually failed to hear his personal assistant talking to him.

“Sorry?” He creased an eyebrow. “You were saying?”

“Winston would definitely hire lawyers to dig,” she said. “And this would lead to cases of espionage, sabotage, or intelligence gathering.”

“Oh,” he nodded slowly in realization. “So, he'd try to get strong evidence against me.”

“Yes,” she replied. “So, you have to be very careful this time.”

He thought about how he'd called Winston earlier, a smile creeping up his face. “I will,” he said.

“Okay, Sir,” she nodded, and then asked, “Where are we headed? And what plans do you have?”

Jack let out a deep sigh, replying, “Nowhere. Let's just lay off for a couple of days… Give Winston a chance to recuperate…”

Jane and Brandon glanced at each other, their expressions as neutral as ever. They shared one thought, though: Their boss was a calculating mastermind.

“Then, we'll strike,” he clenched his right fist. “We'll strike so hard, he wouldn't be able to recover till death.”

The air carried his words, cold and sharp. Though his expression was calm, his two employees understood the danger inherent… He was cunning, like the devil himself.