My Journey to Wealth With the Billionaire Endgame System

Planning For A New Place

The ride to the legendary Coral Isle felt like the best thing that had ever happened to Reese in a very long time. Seated in the passenger seat, staring out the window while Trey drove.

The cold city air carried different scents as he watched the world blur by, still trying to convince himself he wasn't hallucinating or dreaming.

That maybe, he’d finally caught a break... if that's what waking up with a system in your head counted as.

Coral Isle, as always, didn’t disappoint, just like its name.

A private island estate nestled on the outskirts of the city, it was the kind of place that didn’t really show up on a GPS, only the beach.

Only the wealthy lived there—not rich, but wealthy. People with crazy wealth. The ones who had backup helicopters for their private yachts.

As Trey's car drove through the guarded gate, the security guard simply nodded at the plate number and waved them through like Trey was royalty.

Reese whistled lowly, his eyes darting around. "You were actually serious when you said you upgraded."

Trey smirked, keeping one hand on the wheel. "Apparently, we both have upgraded if you'd at least let me help you out."

Reese rolled his eyes. He knew what Trey was doing, and it definitely wasn't going to work—at least not now.

They both stepped out of the car after Trey parked underneath the building in the underground parking lot.

They took the elevator up to the 10th floor where Trey's apartment was, and when the doors chimed open, Reese's jaw dropped.

A massive open space with a floor-to-ceiling window, glass furniture, Italian marble floors, and a sleek open kitchen in the corner with a massive counter where both cooking and eating could be done.

It was the kind of place you'd see in a Stack Magazine, under “Celebrity Penthouse Overview.”

Reese took it all in with wide eyes. "This... is ridiculous," he managed to say as they made their way into the place.

Trey only chuckled. He took off his wristwatch, chains, and jacket, then walked over to the kitchen corner.

After a thorough search, he finally looked at Reese, who was still standing in one spot, frowning as he looked around.

"Reese."

"Mmhm?" Reese answered with a hum, before finally turning to Trey. "Yeah?"

"You've looked around enough. Go down the hall over there," Trey paused, pointing at the open doorway not far from him. "Go into the first room on your right and take a shower. I also got you some clothes and plugged in your laptop."

Reese smiled. "I am very confident that your girlfriend would love being yours."

"Well, that hasn’t happened, so you're my girlfriend now. Go clean up and come for dinner."

Reese didn’t argue or respond to Trey’s statement, seeing that it wasn’t the time for that. He just wanted to rest and get to understanding the system before he actually knew what to do with the money.

Aside from that, he was still grateful for his recovery. He felt lighter, his mind was clear, probably the Cold Clarity skill doing its work, but all in all, he felt good.

After a quick shower, Reese stepped back into the kitchen wearing an oversized T-shirt and a navy blue pajama trouser.

Trey had already begun cooking, filling the entire space with the aroma of seasoned meat—specifically roasted chicken, rice too, and the sweet smell of cake.

He took a seat by the counter, with a raised brow, watching as Trey took the cake pan out of the oven and set the cake on a plate to cool while he plated the other meals.

"What else can you do that I do not know about?"

Reese finally asked when he tried to pinch the cake, only to get his fingers slapped away.

Trey smirked, not taking his eyes off the plates. Then he looked up, "I know how to play a piano."

"Bullshit!"

"No, I'm serious," he chuckled softly. "There’s a lot you can do when you’re bored and your dumb friend seems to be obsessed with working."

"Ah..." Reese exhaled. "Look, buddy, I’m really sorry I haven’t really been there, it’s just..."

Trey pushed his plate to him before he could finish and pointed the bread knife at him. "You don’t have to explain yourself. Your reasons are very valid, compared to someone who just ignores you. Understood?"

Reese smiled, using his fork to push the knife away from him. "Sure, but I’m still sorry though."

"I got you a new phone and transferred everything from your old one to the new one. You’re welcome."

Reese’s gaze darkened. "That’s a joke, right?"

"Try me."

"You idiot, what did I say about doing things without telling me?"

"You happened to be nearing your end, so I thought getting you a new phone could work," Trey grinned and nudged at him with his fingers. "And guess what? It actually did, haha!"

The duo traded insults for the next ten minutes, eating and laughing in between each statement.

After dinner, while drying the plates, Trey’s expression finally turned serious. "You’ll be staying here," he said without looking at Reese, "till we can afford a good place for you."

Reese blinked. “You sure?”

Trey raised a brow. “You really think I’d let you go back to that flooded crack den of an apartment?”

Reese laughed. “That crack den taught me discipline and endurance though.”

“And brain damage,” Trey muttered.

A sigh escaped Reese’s lips. "How much are we talking here?"