My Dominance Begins With Investing In Beauties!

Chapter 8

~Xavier

I took Marie to the Royal’s Kitchen. Once we settled at our table, the waiter brought the menu and asked us to order.

I didn’t ask Marie what she wanted. I simply ordered for both of us.

I wasn’t going to be a simp who bought women whatever they asked for. Instead, I bought whatever I wanted to enjoy. I felt like seafood, so Marie would eat the same thing.

Women were decorative objects and companions. I only took them along so I could enjoy life more fully. This way I could keep beautiful women by my side, showcase my abilities in front of them, and watch their Affection ratings climb—which worked entirely in my favor.

Marie didn’t decline a single dish I ordered.

We got grouper, Italian lobster with a rich Italian sauce, crab stew, and several other exquisite plates.

The restaurant’s minimum was $266 per person, but my order easily exceeded $700. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal. It really was a high-end place with outstanding seafood. Marie ate until she was completely satisfied as well.

When we finished, I paid the $3,200 bill as if it were nothing.

Marie stared at me with widened eyes. Who casually spent over three thousand dollars on an ordinary meal?

[Marie’s Affection: +5]

We continued shopping. At a bicycle shop I casually bought a Trek Madone SLR 9 P1—a carbon-fiber, wireless-shifting, racing-grade aerodynamic road bike in Shiny Axe Gold/Black.

It cost thirty-eight thousand dollars.

I also bought the highest-spec helmet, cycling jersey, cycling computer, and a full set of matching equipment, bringing the total to somewhere between $8,400 and $9,800.

Thinking about outdoor rides, I added two rain jackets at $2,380 each.

Marie kept staring at me as if I were some kind of magician.

[Marie’s Affection: +7]

While the salesman wrote out the receipt for the bicycle, Marie gently walked over and took my hands.

“Mr. Thompson, you’ve spent quite a lot of money today. I really appreciate it.”

She brushed her hair back stylishly.

“However… I’m already running late. I should head back to school. Thank you for treating me. Can we exchange contacts so we can stay in touch from now on?”

I blinked.

Exchange contacts?

No woman had ever asked me for my number before. Marie was a popular beauty from the Design and Cosmetics Department—she rarely asked anyone for their contact. And yet today she was asking *me*.

I let out a small smile.

“Of course, Marie. I’d be happy to connect with you on W******p.”

She held out her phone. I scanned the code and saved her number.

“Here you go. It’s done.”

I handed the phone back with a smile.

“By the way, I’ll be celebrating my twenty-fourth birthday tomorrow. I’d love for you to come. Since you treated me so well today, having you at the party would mean a lot.”

If any of the male students at Stanford University had seen this, they would have been green with envy. Marie had actually taken the initiative to add me on W******p *and* invited me to her birthday party.

So the saying was true after all.

All you have to do is be wealthy. Women come running.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll definitely participate if I have the time.”

Marie smiled and left at once.

Once she was gone, I opened the system panel and checked the Affection ratings.

Marie’s Affection had increased by a total of 28.

Isabella’s had increased by 25.

Combined total: 53.

The system required me to gather 50 Affection points from beauties rated 8 or higher.

I already had 53… so why hadn’t I received the reward?

Then I remembered the exact wording of the quest.

[Main Quest 1: Spend your first cash-out bonus within 24 hours and gain 50 Affection points from Beauties with a rating of 8 or higher.]

I had accumulated more than enough Affection points, but I still hadn’t spent the entire one million dollars I received earlier.

I needed to spend more money before the system would release the reward.

I was about to head off for another round of shopping when my phone started ringing.

The caller ID showed Isabella.

What could she possibly want?

I swiped to answer.

“Hello…?”

“Xavier, where are you? I want us to meet up. I have something important to discuss!”

In the past I might have entertained whatever “important” thing she wanted to say.

This time she wasn’t worth my time.

I let out a dry scoff.

“I’m not interested in speaking to you, Isabella. Don’t call this number again.”

I hung up.

I stepped away from the bicycle display, ready to move on to the next store, when a familiar voice rang out behind me.

“Xavier! Xavier, please wait for me!”

I turned around.

It was Isabella.