REBORN WITH THE GOD-LEVEL CASH SYSTEM

4

At 8:55 PM, a matte black Maybach Landaulet cut through the pitch-black night, its luxury tires crushing the white gravel of the front courtyard outside the Delacroix family's high-walled, Neoclassical mansion.

Inside the soundproof cabin of the car, Camille checked the sleek tablet in her hands. The sleeveless black evening gown she had purchased an hour ago fitted her slender frame flawlessly, showcasing her smooth shoulders and long, elegant neck.

"Sir," Camille said, her voice clear and poised. "Attorneys from Fontaine & Associates finalized the acquisition of Delacroix Enterprise's debt notes from the Swiss Merchant Banking Consortium ten minutes ago. The entire two-point-four-million-dollar transaction is fully cleared under international law."

Kaspar swirled the crystal glass of mineral water in his hand. A bespoke black suit crafted by the city's finest tailor hugged his broad shoulders. The effects of the Physique Enhancement Pill rendered his posture effortlessly majestic, while his Divine Charm radiated a cold, overwhelming authority throughout the vehicle's interior.

"What is the current state of their family's liquidity?" Kaspar asked flatly.

"Bertrand Delacroix leveraged the entire title deed of this villa to cover shipment losses at the port," Camille replied, swiping through digital documents on her screen. "If this debt is called due immediately tomorrow morning, all Delacroix assets will be frozen by court receivers. They will be utterly bankrupt."

Kaspar set his glass down. "Step out."

Camille moved swiftly. Holding a large black umbrella, she exited the car first, opening the door for Kaspar with absolute deference.

Inside the main dining hall of the Delacroix estate, a fifteen-foot mahogany table was laden with roasted meats, fresh lobster, and bottles of vintage wine.

Genevieve Delacroix smoothed the pearl necklace encircling her wrinkled neck. Beside her, Bertrand Delacroix—the patriarch of the family—clutched the title release agreement for Kaspar’s late father’s land, his expression taut with tension.

Roderick, the twenty-four-year-old eldest son of the Delacroix family, leaned back as he chewed his steak aggressively. He toyed with a steak knife, tapping it against the porcelain plate with an irritating, rhythmic clatter.

Beatrice sat at the corner of the table. She had changed into a dark blue silk dress, yet beneath her heavy makeup, her face remained ghost-pale. Every time the hum of a car engine echoed from outside, her heart hammered wildly in her chest.

"He probably just rented that car for show," Roderick sneered through a mouth full of food. "A broke loser like Kaspar is just borrowing money from loan sharks after stumbling into some small windfall from a hidden inheritance."

"Shut your mouth, Roderick," Beatrice whispered weakly, her hands wringing together in her lap out of fear. "You didn't see what happened at the cafe this afternoon..."

"Nonsense! He just got lucky with a cheap trick!" Genevieve snapped, her eyes flashing with sharp malice. "The moment he steps into this house, Bertrand will force him to sign over the land title for the Eldridge medical plant. Without that deed to put up as collateral with the bank, we can't clear the rest of our operating debt tomorrow morning!"

"Genevieve is right," Bertrand chimed in with a heavy voice. "Kaspar is naive. Push him a little with fraud accusations and demand compensation on Beatrice's behalf, and he'll fall right into line."

Suddenly, the carved double doors of solid teak guarding the dining hall swung open.

An old butler stumbled backward in a panic, gasping for breath.

Kaspar stepped inside.

To his left, Camille walked with the measured, elegant click of her high heels, clutching a thick leather portfolio stamped with a silver logo against her chest.

Kaspar's presence immediately claimed the room. His tall, commanding stature, impeccably styled hair, and tailored suit left every member of the Delacroix family stunned.

Roderick stopped chewing, his steak knife hovering mid-air.

Genevieve gasped, her eyes widening as she scanned Kaspar from head to toe.

Beatrice caught her breath. The man standing before her radiated an intense aura of authority and irresistible charm—far eclipsing Cedric De Marly or any elite bachelor she had ever met.

"Well, well... look who decided to show up," Genevieve set her fork down with a loud clink, attempting to break the suffocating silence. "How impressive. Sending a pretty assistant and arriving in a rental. Did you think dressing up like this would make us forget who you really are, Kaspar?"

Bertrand slid the documents on the table toward the empty chair across from Kaspar. "Sit down, Kaspar. Let's not waste time. Beatrice already told us about the scene you caused at Marly Cafe. I don't know where you managed to borrow five million dollars to buy that old building, but tonight, we talk business."

Kaspar didn't sit. He remained standing tall at the foot of the mahogany table, looking at Bertrand like a judge assessing a pile of worthless scrap metal.

"Business?" Kaspar repeated quietly. His voice was low, yet echoed sharply across the expansive room.

"Yes, business!" Genevieve cut in, her tone shrill and biting. "Our family took you in and supported you for three years while your father was dying in the hospital! Beatrice wasted her youth being engaged to you! The twenty million dollars your father invested back then was consumed by your failed operations. Now, sign the release form for the Eldridge medical plant land to compensate for my daughter's distress and the damage you caused to Cedric's business today!"

Roderick smirked, tapping his knife against the table in a blatant threat. "Sign it fast, you broke trash. Otherwise, I'll make sure you leave this house without your legs intact."

Beatrice stared at Kaspar with trembling eyes. A part of her desperately hoped Kaspar would panic, lash out, or beg for her forgiveness like he used to.

Yet Kaspar’s dark eyes remained icy, steady, and devoid of any emotion.

Kaspar glanced over at Camille.

Without needing a single word, Camille took a step forward. Her slender fingers unbuckled the black leather portfolio, retrieving a thick legal document bearing red wax seals from the Swiss Merchant Banking Group and the International Court of Arbitration.

Camille placed the document directly in the center of the table, covering Bertrand's golden dinner plate.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Bertrand barked, his brow furrowing deeply.

"Forty-five minutes ago," Camille’s voice rang out crisp, firm, and thoroughly professional, "Eldridge Apex Corp officially acquired all matured debt claims against Delacroix Enterprise from the Swiss banking consortium."

Bertrand let out a hollow laugh, though his eyes darted anxiously over the gold-stamped parchment. "Debt? Our company's debt is held by the Zurich Banking Consortium! You have no right—"

"The Zurich Consortium sold the entirety of your two-point-four-million-dollar asset-backed bonds and debt notes to Mr. Eldridge in full cash ten minutes before the market closed," Camille continued effortlessly. "Including the primary title deed to the land and property of this very estate you currently occupy, Mr. Bertrand."

Bertrand’s hands shook violently as he snatched up the document. His eyes bulged as he read through line after line of legal clauses, official wax stamps, and digital signatures from international banking authorities confirming that Kaspar Eldridge was now the sole owner of all Delacroix family debts and collateral assets.

"N-no... that's impossible..." The heavy paper trembled violently in Bertrand's grip. All color drained from the middle-aged man's face, leaving him as pale as a corpse. "Zurich would never sell these debt notes without notice..."

"They sold them because I paid one hundred and ten percent of market value in upfront cash," Kaspar interrupted. His low tone sliced through the noise like a honed blade.

Genevieve bolted upright from her chair. "Bertrand! What's wrong with you?! Don't let yourself be fooled by fake documents forged by this broke brat!"

"Shut your mouth, Genevieve!" Bertrand roared hysterically, shocking his wife back into her chair with wide, terrified eyes.

Roderick, fueled by pure rage, slammed his hands on the table and stood up. His chair crashed backward onto the marble floor.

"You bastard! You dare threaten my family?!" Roderick gripped the steak knife firmly, his eyes bloodshot as he rounded the table, lunging straight toward Kaspar.

Beatrice shrieked out loud. "Roderick, don't!"

Kaspar didn't even blink. As Roderick thrust the sharp blade toward his chest, Kaspar moved—the physical enhancement from the System made Roderick's clumsy swing appear painfully slow and full of openings.

Kaspar caught Roderick's wrist effortlessly, twisting it with a single, precise turn. The joint in Roderick's wrist popped with a sickening crunch as it was twisted unnaturally backward.

"Aaaagh! My hand! My hand!" Roderick screamed hysterically, collapsing to his knees on the marble floor right at Kaspar's feet. The steak knife fell from his grip, clattering loudly against the stone.

Kaspar released his grip like he was tossing aside trash. Roderick curled up on the floor, groaning in agony as he cradled his limp, broken wrist.

Genevieve shrieked hysterically, rushing over to embrace her wailing son, while Beatrice clutched her heaving chest, staring up at Kaspar with a level of dread and helplessness she had never felt in her entire life.

Kaspar neatly adjusted the cuff of his suit, which hadn't shifted an inch. He looked down at the trembling Bertrand at the head of the table with a gaze of absolute destruction.

"You summoned me here to extort me?" Kaspar flashed a cold, deadly smile, his eyes sweeping across the ruined Delacroix family scattered on the floor. "Unfortunately for you, I am now the sole owner of your family's debt. Pay two point four million dollars by eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning, or I seize this estate and throw every last one of you into the street."