My Sudden Trillionaire System Made Me Boss On Campus

Seductive Manager

A group of waitresses arrived, each carrying trays filled with different meals. 

The smell alone was rich and inviting. It made John’s mouth water.

They placed each dish carefully on the table in front of him. The plates were arranged neatly, and the food looked fresh and perfectly made.

Martha stepped forward. “The food is here, Sir. Allow me to give you a taste.”

She leaned over John's shoulder, her breast pressing against it.

John swallowed hard as he glanced at her exposed cleavage.

Martha picked up a fork, took a small piece from one of the dishes, and gently fed him.

“Do you like our service, Sir?” she asked, her voice softer now.

John nodded with a smile. “Yes, it’s exactly what I needed.”

Martha straightened up. “Good. In that case, I’ll let you enjoy your meal.”

She reached into her pocket and handed him a pink card. “Sir, this is my personal contact. If you ever need anything, call me directly.”

John took the card and placed it in his pocket. “I will. And please, call me John from now on.”

“Alright… John.” She gave a small, shy smile before turning to leave. “I’ll take my leave now.”

[Martha's affection reached 65]

“Wait, Martha,” John said, causing her to pause.

She turned back. “Yes?”

“Join me for dinner. There’s too much food here for one person. It would be a waste to leave it untouched. And your company makes the meal better.” John gestured to the seat next to him.

Martha hesitated. “I… I shouldn’t. My boss , the general manager, doesn’t allow staff to eat during work hours.”

John leaned back in his chair, calm and relaxed. “If your general manager has a problem, I’ll buy the hotel and make you the manager.”

For the first time, Martha’s lips curved into a wide, genuine smile. “In that case… I’ll join you.”

[Martha's affection reached 70]

The entire staff watched in quiet amazement.

The man they thought was penniless had become one of the most important guests at Moon Plaza Hotel. And now, the woman known as the ice queen was warming up to him.

Not long after, John finished his meal. He was given a formal goodbye as he stepped out of Moon Plaza Hotel.

“Take care, Mr. Valerio,” Martha said with a slight nod.

John waved. “See you soon.” Then he left.

Just a few meters away, his phone rang. It was his best friend and bench mate.

“Hey John, it’s me, Perry.”

“Oh hey, what’s up?”

“Listen, man. I heard what happened. Sorry I wasn’t there to back you up. Are you okay?”

John sighed. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me.”

“Okay, but please don’t do anything to hurt yourself. I know heartbreak can be tough.”

John waved his hand, even though Perry couldn’t see him. “Ah, don’t worry about that. I’m already over her anyway.”

“Oh, that fast? I guess that’s for the best.”

“Yeah. Take care.”

“You too. Hope to see you soon.”

The call ended.

John looked at his system dashboard.

He noticed he had gained two points of Elixir of Life, and twelve combat points.

“Hmm, the progress is still slow. I only got Martha’s affection up to 75. But there’s always another day.”

He let out a deep breath.

“I need to spend more money.”

He looked around. Then he saw a poster. It was an advert from Emerald Estates International.

“I should find a more comfortable place to live. Emerald Estates sells top-quality properties. That’s the best place to spend my money.”

He turned and headed straight toward Emerald Enterprise.

…

An hour later, John pushed open the glass doors of Emerald Estates International. 

The lobby was busy and hummed with conversations from different staff. 

The reception area looked more like a palace than a real estate office.

Near the center of the room, on a stand, sat a detailed model of the company’s properties. 

Tiny mansions with pools, gardens, and driveways. Each one looked perfect.

John walked up to it and studied the models. He nodded slowly.  

“Not bad,” he said to himself. “Not bad at all for the most expensive mansions in the city.”

He turned. A group of employees stood near the reception desk. They were watching him. Their faces showed clear disgust, like he didn’t belong there.

John stepped toward them. “Excuse me. I need to purchase a mansion.”

The employees looked at each other momentarily, then burst into laughter.

Next one of them, a young woman in a blue blazer, spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.  

“Did you hear that? He wants a mansion.”

Another man laughed. “The cheapest one here is twenty-five million. And this kid looks like he just dropped out of college.”

“Maybe he’s lost,” another added. “Should we call the police?”

John ignored the comments. “Please,” he said calmly. “Who is in charge of sales?”

A man in his forties stepped forward. He wore a gray suit and a gold watch. His name tag read “Gaius, Senior Sales Associate.”

  

He looked John up and down. “Young man, did you lose your way?”

John clenched his teeth. “Lost my way? Do I look lost?”

Gaius sighed. “Look, you must be mistaken. Did you read the name of this building? Emerald Estates International. We don’t sell bamboo houses. Try somewhere else.”

The group burst out laughing again. Then they turned back to their conversation, acting like John wasn’t even there.

John’s eyes narrowed. He slammed his hand down on a wooden table next to him. 

Crack!

The solid oak table split down the middle and crashed to the floor in pieces.

The whole lobby went silent.

Every head turned. The receptionist dropped her pen. One of the sales agents took a step back.

“Did… did he just break that table?” someone whispered. “That’s made from imported ironwood. You can’t break that with your hand.”

John didn’t wait for them to recover. He looked around and saw a door with a gold label: Manager’s Office.

“If you won’t do your jobs,” John said, his voice filled with rage, “then I’ll speak directly to your manager. And you will all answer for failing to do your duties.”

“Sir, you can’t just barge in there!” Gaius called out.

But John was already walking. He pushed the door open and stepped inside before anyone could stop him.