Nelson watched Derek grab Claire’s arm to lead her to his Ford Mustang. Claire was angry, and her face was red because Nelson didn’t chase or beg her to stay. He just left her with Derek as if he never valued her, and it hurt her pride and femininity.
“Nelson, you are just a poor, useless loser!” Claire screamed at him. “You will never amount to anything in your life! It’s over between us! Don’t you dare ever call me again!” Then she looked at Derek, saying, “Derek, please take me away from this garbage person.” Derek laughed arrogantly as they got into the sports car, the engine roaring into the day, leaving a cloud of smoke. Meanwhile, Nelson was just a calm guy standing on the pavement. He knew Claire would regret her decisions later on. When she found out how rich he was, she would cry and beg on her knees, but he would never look at her again. Once Derek’s car was out of sight, Nelson decided to head home. On the way, he passed a supermarket, and he decided to stop by since he had money now. Minding his business, Nelson grabbed a cart and started picking out a ton of groceries for his family and everything they usually could not afford. While he was pushing the cart, Nelson looked at the card in his hand, his heart thumping. “Please let this be real,” he prayed. “If this is a cruel joke and the money disappears, I’m cooked.” Over in the electronics section, Nelson saw the glass display and decided to buy the latest, most expensive iPhone model. But as he walked up to checkout, he felt nervous again. “Why did I pick so many things? What if the total is way higher than the money? That would be too embarrassing.” At the counter, the cashier attendant was a young guy named Todd. Todd happened to live in the same neighborhood and knew Nelson’s face very well. And if anyone from the neighbourhood was asked about Nelson, the verdict was the same: a failure who could never achieve anything. So, when Todd saw Nelson pushing a cart piled with lots of food and holding a new iPhone, he laughed out loud sarcastically. "Yo, Nelson! What is the meaning of this? Did you win the lottery, or did you just lose your mind?" Todd mocked. "Look at all this stuff. A poor student like you can't even afford a single bag of these groceries, let alone the newest iPhone! Who are you trying to fool?" Nelson frowned. "Just scan the items. I have the money to pay." Todd laughed even harder, making a huge fuss so that other customers in the store would look over. "You have money?” Todd japed. “Don't make me laugh! Everyone knows your family is struggling. You probably hid some small items in your pockets too. Guard! Security! This guy Nelson is trying to shoplift! He is trying to steal things from our supermarket!" Nelson couldn’t believe it. His neighbour was pointing a finger at his face as if he was a thief, causing other customers to whisper and look at him judgementally. But right then— [The Infinite Choice System has generated new choices:] [Choice A: Back away quietly, leave the cart, and go home to avoid trouble. Reward: $1,000.] [Choice B: Argue back verbally and shout at the cashier to defend your honor. Reward: $10,000.] [Choice C: Boldly add another luxury item worth $10,000 to your purchase to shock them. Reward: $500,000.] Nelson saw Option C and the massive $500,000 reward that came along with it. The anxiety in his heart disappeared instantly, replaced by extreme confidence. Meanwhile, the commotion Todd roused finally drew the attention of the manager, a serious-looking man in a suit. “What is going on here? Why is there so much noise at the counter?” the man demanded, trying to protect the supermarket’s reputation. “Sir, this guy is a known poor loser from around here!” Todd explained, pointing at Nelson. “Look at his shopping cart! Look at his hand! He’s trying to buy all of this, but he has no money. I suspect he is trying to shoplift or use a fake card to scam us! We should call security right now and lock him up!" While Todd was shouting like a maniac, Nelson just stood there calmly, not moving a muscle. The manager turned his eyes to him, looking at his cheap clothes, but because he had a steadier attitude, the man gave him the benefit of the doubt. “Young man, this is a serious accusation,” the manager said. “Can you please give your side of the story? If you can prove you can pay for these items right now, we will complete the transaction. Otherwise, I will have to call security to search you." Nelson smiled confidently before pulling out his debit card, holding it between his fingers. The manager tried to take the card, but Nelson shifted it out of reach as he pointed at a very opulent display case. Inside the case was a luxury Breitling watch coated in gold, with a price tag of exactly $10,000. “Manager, before you swipe my card, please unlock that case,” Nelson said. “Add that $10,000 luxury watch to my bill as well, and I will pay for everything together."Latest Chapter
Chapter Seventy-Five
Vivian stepped back into the private dining room and crossed to the table, her earlier composure was visibly still fraying slightly at the edges."Nelson," she said, stopping a few feet from him. "Are you truly intent on purchasing this tower?""Absolutely." Nelson said as he swirled the champagne in his flute, watching the liquid catch the light from as it spun. "My only real concern is whether your father will actually entertain the idea." He then took a sip and set the glass down gently. "What kind of man is he, anyway?"Vivian looked at him for a moment before answering, showing a subtle amount of something guarded in her expression. "Desmond Thompson… My father, if I was to say: he's mostly an enigma, even to me. He rarely shows up here, except for the annual gatherings and he has interests reaching far beyond this building."Nelson's mouth curled into a knowing smile, satisfied with his own judgment. "Elusive... That could complicate things." He tapped a finger lightly against t
Chapter Seventy-Four
Nelson was savoring a huge bite of his well-done steak when the door to his private dining room eased open. Vivian stepped in first, and he looked up with a warm smile already forming on his face."Vivian… Ah, Come join me, this food is something else."Then he quickly registered her expression. There was something tight and worried that sat behind her eyes, a look he hadn't seen on her before."Mr. Fisher." The voice that followed was unfamiliar, and Nelson turned toward the door to find a face he'd never seen either, already crossing the room with purposeful steps. "Greetings, sir. I'm the chairman of this establishment. Desmond Thompson."The man gave a short, polished nod.Nelson studied him for a moment, and the resemblance clicked into place almost immediately. 'There it is,' he thought. 'Same cheekbones… Same set to the jaw… This is her father.'"Are you satisfied with the cuisine and service?" Desmond continued, his smile came as the practiced kind that was from decades of boa
Chapter Seventy-Three
***CHAIRMAN'S OFFICE, 447 SKYLINE TOWER.The chairman's office occupied the entire top corner of Skyline Tower, floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping around two full walls, offering an unobstructed view of the skyline stretching out toward the Hudson River. Dark walnut furniture anchored the room, a bookshelf lined with framed accolades and old architectural models along one wall, and behind the wide glass-topped desk, an ergonomic leather chair currently occupied by a man in his mid-fifties with silver threading neatly through his hair, reading glasses perched low on his nose as he worked through something on his laptop.A gold nameplate sat at the front edge of the desk, angled just enough to catch the light Chairman Desmond Thompson.He was still typing when the door opened and a man in a sharply tailored suit stepped inside, there was a coiled wire running from beneath his jacket up to an earpiece. He folded his hands respectfully and gave a short bow."You sent for me, Chairman, s
Chapter Seventy-Two
"Vivian," Nelson said finally, letting the breath out slowly, "can I ask you something? And I'm not trying to pry."She tilted her head, glass still resting in her lap. "Depends on the question.""Why are you taking on so much?" he asked. "Your own company, your father's building, that whole mansion to look after on top of it. You said yourself nobody helps you carry it. So why carry all of it?"Vivian was quiet for a moment, turning the glass slowly between her fingers. "Because it's mine to carry," she said. "My father built all of this from nothing. My mother gave up half her life to keep the family steady while he did it. If I don't pick it up, then all of that just... sits there and rots. I can't watch that happen.""I get that," Nelson said. "I do. But you don't have to do it the hardest way possible.""And what would the easy way look like?" she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Enlighten me, Mr. Fisher."Nelson leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Think a
Chapter Seventy-One
"Vivian," Nelson said finally, letting the breath out slowly, "can I ask you something? And I'm not trying to pry."She tilted her head, glass still resting in her lap. "Depends on the question.""Why are you taking on so much?" he asked. "Your own company, your father's building, that whole mansion to look after on top of it. You said yourself nobody helps you carry it. So why carry all of it?"Vivian was quiet for a moment, turning the glass slowly between her fingers. "Because it's mine to carry," she said. "My father built all of this from nothing. My mother gave up half her life to keep the family steady while he did it. If I don't pick it up, then all of that just... sits there and rots. I can't watch that happen.""I get that," Nelson said. "I do. But you don't have to do it the hardest way possible.""And what would the easy way look like?" she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Enlighten me, Mr. Fisher."Nelson leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Think a
Chapter Seventy
In less than twenty minutes, the Urus and its passenger were pulling back into the same dealership lot Nelson had driven out of not long before. He killed the engine, and the two of them stepped out and walked toward the glass doors together.The same employee from earlier spotted him the moment he walked in, and she was already crossing the showroom floor toward them, her professional smile firmly in place."Returning so soon, sir? Are we considering another vehicle?""Yes," Nelson said with a certain nod."Wonderful. May I ask which model you have in mind?"Nelson glanced up at the ceiling for a second, like he was digging the name out of the back of his head. "Do you have a Porsche 911 in stock?""We do.""Show us.""Certainly, sir."She led them toward the back of the showroom, and Nelson caught sight of the crest on the hood from a distance, a small smile pulling at his mouth as he wondered how it would look up close. When they reached it, the employee tapped the hood lightly wit
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