Infinite Wealth App: I Become A Tycoon After Divorce

Chapter 8 - Lottery

Jake glanced down at the girl and slowly pulled his leg away from her clutch.

"Sorry, but this is none of my business." He had no intentions of getting involved in something that didn't concern him at all.

The guys laughed and mocked at him from behind but he was too eager to drive his new car. However something suddenly came flying and landed on the side of his car.

"Splash!" Glass broke and alcohol spilled all over his new car.

Jake frowned deeply but the guys behind laughed thunderously before one of them spat. "Loser, get the fuck out of here unless you want to watch a fucking orgy."

They laughed again and began to pull the girl one after another.

Jake swiftly turned around and approached their side.

"You stained my car, I'll need you to wipe it off." Jake said calmly to the man who'd thrown a glass of wine at his car.

The man however blew out smoke to Jake's face.

"Your car? It's just a cheap BMW. It's nothing special."

Jake didn't consider himself a hero, hence he wouldn't interfere in whatever they had wanted to do with the girl, the police existed to do their job, however these guys had come for him first, so he certainly wouldn't let them go.

The man was about to turn away when Jake grabbed his arm, surprisingly the grip was so strong he couldn't break away from it.

"Hey, let go! I said let go you fucking..." A punch had landed on his face stopping his words, the next image of him was sprawled on the floor looking lifeless.

The other guys took their attention away from the girl they were all dragging, turning to Jake.

"Who is this bastard! Do you even know who you just punched? You're asking for death!" The one with a bald head yelled pointing at Jake's face. "Guys, destroy that useless BMW. You hit my friend because of your trashy car right?"

Jake's eyes turned sharp when they all began to lunge for his car with heavy tools that could ruin the vehicle.

He'd just received it and hadn't even driven it before. It was a BMW for God's sake, to him this was a great luxury car, how could he just stand aside and watch them destroy it?

He suddenly moved grabbing the edge of a metal rod aimed at the front glass. The rod was extremely heavy but he held it with one hand as if it weighed nothing.

"If I find one dent on my car, none of you will escape here today." For some reason, the person who'd been about to smash the rod on the glass felt a cold chill run down his spine when Jake looked at him.

Why did he suddenly feel a powerful aura from this man.

The others had stiffened upon Jake's threat, they'd witnessed him take Roger down with a single punch, however the bald guy wouldn't believe Jake was capable of anything.

"Fuck this shit! I'll ruin this blasted little..." He was rushing forward aiming to crush the side mirror when Jake raised his leg. A kick hit the bald guy right in the stomach and he stiffened, one wouldn't have thought that kick came with any force until a small trail of blood trickled down the side of the bald guy's mouth. He immediately stumbled till he fell down and lost consciousness as well.

The others looked at Jake with frightened eyes before they quickly turned around and ran.

Jake threw away the rod and dusted his hands, "I hate fighting." He muttered.

Though he'd learned to fight a long time ago, he actually hated doing it at all. It was too much of a hassle.

The girl gazed up at Jake warily. He sighed and turned to enter his new car for the first time but the girl rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

"Thank you so much, you have no idea what they would have done to me."

"It's fine, I was planning to call the police, I had no plans of saving you, they just happened to annoy me by trying to ruin my car so I acted. You don't have to thank me."

Though Jake saw her in trouble, he wouldn't have gotten involved if they hadn't touched what belonged to him, he'd planned to help by simply calling the police, not everyone has to play hero.

The girl nodded in understanding and said, "Still, you helped me. Please allow me to repay you."

"You don't have to repay me." He said about to enter the car again but she adamantly stopped him.

"Please, I wouldn't feel nice if you leave and I didn't do anything to repay you for saving me from those guys."

Jake sighed, he hated owing other people favors as well so he could understand where she was coming from.

"Alright, how do you plan to repay me?"

The girl was cute in a way that would make one feel the urge to protect her.

She smiled in relief when he agreed for her to repay him and began to unbotton her shirt.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Jake immediately stopped her.

She looked up at him with oblivious eyes.

"I'm trying to repay you, if you want we could do it in your car or if you're not comfortable with that then we can go to a hotel."

"What?"

The girl blinked cutely.

Jake only noticed the tattoo on her neck, it was a symbol of sex workers. He finally understood her meaning on wanting to repay him with her body since it was her profession.

Jake wasn't aware that the charm level bestowed on him would have a peak stage of thirty minutes everyday, and during that peak period, every female he came across would want to take him to bed.

In the end he sighed exasperatedly shaking his head before he adamantly refused her insistent attempt of repaying him and drove the young woman back to where she lived to drop her off.

Driving the BMW was a pleasantly new experience. He reveled in how smooth it felt to drive it down the road even though it was a larger car, it was still effortless to drive.

His phone vibrated with a notification and he quickly checked it knowing it might be from the app.

*User just participated in a good deed, reward bestowed.*

Good deed? Jake thought. He had just been about to leave that girl there and walk away. Jake knew he couldn't be considered a bad guy, but he certainly didn't think he was a saint. Nevertheless he had to accept the reward given to him by the app.

*Reward: Peak of luck, lasts for 24 hours.*

"Peak of luck? What does that mean?"

He could understand that it probably meant he would become extremely lucky, but was it the kind of luck where he would find gold bars on the street or would he be able to win a lottery?

Deciding to test it out he drove to the nearest store to buy a lottery ticket.

"...38, 24, 12...am I dreaming? I fucking won! I told you I'd live up to my name, I finally won the lottery!" Jake met a couple of guys at the lottery stand celebrating a supposed win when one of them suddenly interrupted the celebration.

"Hey, those are last week's numbers. Stop celebrating too soon." The celebration was immediately pulled to a stop as disappointment colored all the their faces.

"Damnit! My name is Lucky for heaven's sakes, shouldn't I get to be lucky at least once in my life? I've been homeless for months yet I still try the lottery every weak, how long will I continue to be so fucking unlucky?" The guy complained.

"Two tickets please." Jake requested the store salesman.

"What tier would you like to buy?" The sales person asked.

"Tier five please."

"Tier five?" Lucky exclaimed. Was this guy stupidly out to blow money? Everyone knew that tier fives are fails almost 99% of the time. "Hey, let me just advice you...why don't you buy tier three or four, no one wins a jackpot with tier five anymore it's just a waste of cash, you could easily get two tier three tickets with the price of a single tier five ticket. And you wanted to buy two?"

"I'm willing to take my chances." Jake replied with a smile and Lucky shook his head pitifully.