REBORN WITH THE GOD-LEVEL CASH SYSTEM

5

Roderick’s agony-laced groans were still echoing through the dining hall when Kaspar stepped onto the front porch of the Delacroix estate. The cold drizzle dripping from the eaves greeted him.

"Kaspar! Wait! Kaspar!"

Erratic footsteps splashed through the puddles in the paved courtyard. Beatrice came running out, completely unbothered by her blue silk dress, which was now soaked and stained with mud. Her beautifully coiffed hair had tumbled into a disheveled mess, clinging to her ghost-pale cheeks.

Kaspar halted two steps in front of the Maybach Landaulet's door, which Camille had already opened. He turned slowly, tucking both hands into the pockets of his tailored suit.

"Kaspar..." Beatrice panted, her chest heaving wildly. Tears mixed with rainwater streamed down her face. "Please... please cancel that debt. We had three years together, Kaspar. You... you loved me, right? You couldn't possibly be this cruel to my family..."

Beatrice reached out to grab Kaspar’s sleeve, but Camille stepped in smoothly, blocking her path with the large black umbrella.

"Miss Delacroix, keep your distance from Mr. Eldridge," Camille warned, her tone cold and unyielding.

Beatrice glared at Camille with a burning mixture of hatred and envy. "Shut your mouth, you cheap servant! This is between me and my fiancé!"

"Ex-fiancé," Kaspar corrected. His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a piercing clarity that cut through the sound of the falling rain. "You were the one who dumped me at the cafe this afternoon, Beatrice. You called me a broke loser with no future. Why are you begging this loser now?"

"I... I was forced to! Cedric forced me!" Beatrice babbled, her voice rising in a frustrated shriek. Her shaking hand pointed toward the main road. "Cedric set me up! He said if I didn't break up with you, he would ruin my family's name! Kaspar, please believe me... my heart has always belonged to you!"

Kaspar let out a soft chuckle—a brief, humorless laugh that sent a cold shudder down Beatrice's spine.

"Your explanation is boring," Kaspar said flatly. He turned and stepped into the warm cabin of the Maybach. "Camille, let's go."

"Kaspar! Don't leave me! Kaspar!" Beatrice screamed hysterically, grabbing at the door handle as it began to shut.

Camille seized Beatrice’s wrist firmly, shoving her back half a step with enough force to throw the woman off balance, sending her tumbling onto the wet lawn.

The Maybach door closed firmly. The luxury car's V12 engine purred softly before gliding smoothly through the iron gates of the Delacroix estate.

Through the rain-streaked tint of the rear window, Kaspar watched Beatrice curling up on the muddy ground, weeping hysterically in the downpour. There wasn't a trace of regret or empathy in Kaspar’s chest—only a cold sense of satisfaction as the seeds of his vengeance began to bear fruit.

The interior of the Maybach Landaulet was blissfully quiet. Warm gold ambient lighting illuminated the custom leather upholstery.

[God-Level Capital System]

Real-Time Balance: $13,420,000

Income Rate: +$100 / second

Physical Assets: Marly Cafe ($5,000,000), Two Supercars ($3,500,000)

Debt Claims: Delacroix Family Debt ($2,400,000)

"Sir," Camille smoothed the slightly damp ends of her hair, handing the tablet over to Kaspar. "The Delacroix family will not be able to produce two point four million dollars tomorrow morning. Bertrand’s port export operations have already been frozen by customs authorities at the request of previous creditors."

"I know," Kaspar replied, resting his head back against the soft leather headrest. "My intention was never to get that money back. I want to see them evicted from that house without a single thread to their names."

Camille stole a glance at Kaspar’s profile. His sharp jawline, his deep, enigmatic dark eyes, and the effortless poise in his every movement sent a strong flutter through her chest. The Divine Charm surrounding Kaspar felt even more potent within the enclosed space.

"Where shall we head now, sir?" Camille asked, her voice a fraction softer than usual.

"Grand Royal Tower," Kaspar said flatly. "Find me the best residential unit in the building."

Camille quickly brought up a luxury real-estate transaction portal on her tablet, her fingers gliding swiftly across the screen. "Grand Royal Tower has a single Triplex Penthouse spanning floors fifty through fifty-two. It measures twelve hundred square meters, complete with a private pool, a personal helipad, and a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree panoramic view of the entire city skyline."

"How much?"

"Twenty million dollars. The developer is Royal Heritage Group. It’s fully move-in ready with imported Italian furnishings."

Kaspar didn't hesitate. "Buy it now. Use the Swiss Apex account."

Camille swallowed hard. Without questioning him, she executed the transaction. In less than two minutes, the payment confirmation arrived from the Swiss Bank. Ownership of the Grand Royal Triplex Penthouse was officially transferred to Kaspar Eldridge.

"Transaction successful, sir," Camille whispered, holding her breath slightly. "The building manager is waiting in the private VIP lobby to hand over the golden access keys."

The high-speed private elevator glided silently up to the fifty-second floor of the Grand Royal Tower.

The doors parted with a soft chime, revealing a magnificent Penthouse foyer paved in white Carrara marble. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls looked out over a sprawling sea of city lights below. Outside, the rain resembled a curtain of shimmering crystal reflecting the metropolitan glow.

Kaspar stepped inside, unbuttoning his luxury suit jacket and casually tossing it onto a handcrafted leather sofa in the center of the living area.

Camille followed close behind. She hung his jacket on a polished wooden valet stand, then walked over to the private bar counter in the corner. With practiced grace, her slender hands picked up a bottle of 1990 Romanée-Conti and poured it into two crystal glasses.

"Your wine, sir," Camille said, approaching Kaspar, who was standing by the glass wall, looking down at the night view.

Kaspar took the glass, turning to look at her.

Under the dim, sultry lighting of the Penthouse, Camille looked captivating. The sleeveless black evening dress hugged her full bust and the elegant curve of her hips. A soft blush rose to her cheeks under Kaspar’s piercing gaze.

"You handled everything exceptionally well today, Camille," Kaspar said. His low voice echoed softly through the quiet space.

"It... it is my duty as your assistant, Mr. Kaspar," Camille replied. She didn't dare look him straight in the eyes, though her breathing grew noticeably lighter.

Kaspar set his glass on a side table and took a step closer, closing the distance between them until less than an inch remained.

The subtle fragrance of jasmine paired with Camille’s natural warmth filled Kaspar’s senses. Camille, on the other hand, felt her knees go weak as his commanding presence completely engulfed her.

"A salary of fifty thousand dollars a month and a three-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar commission..." Kaspar reached out, his warm, strong fingers tracing the smooth nape of Camille's neck, gently working up to her hairline. "Is that enough to purchase your complete, undivided loyalty?"

Camille held her breath, her eyes fluttering shut reflexively as his fingers brushed her skin. A warm, intoxicating shockwave coursed through her veins.

"That money... means nothing compared to the privilege of standing by your side, sir," Camille whispered earnestly. Her trembling hands rose slowly, resting against Kaspar's broad chest through his silk shirt. "My body... my soul... everything I am belongs to you."

Kaspar drew her in by the neck with firm authority.

Their lips met in a hot, commanding kiss. Camille let out a soft gasp from the back of her throat, her fingers clutching his shirt tightly as a searing warmth swept away her composure. Kaspar wrapped one arm around her slender waist, lifting her up effortlessly with his enhanced physical strength, carrying her toward the king-sized bed in the Penthouse master suite.

That night, high above the city skyline, desire and absolute submission intertwined in magnificent darkness.

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The first rays of dawn broke through the glass walls of the Penthouse, falling over the rumpled white silk sheets.

Kaspar opened his eyes. Thanks to his System-enhanced physique, he felt not a single trace of fatigue after the wild, passionate night. Beside him, Camille was still fast asleep, her breathing steady, with the sheer blanket partially covering her bare, flawless silhouette.

Kaspar sat up on the edge of the bed.

A crisp System notification echoed inside his mind, breaking the morning silence.

[God-Level Capital System]

Accumulated Balance: $22,100,000 (After Penthouse Purchase)

New Daily Mission Detected!

Task: Recruit Financial Genius Thaddeus Drake within 4 Hours.

Execution Target: Short Sell De Marly Group Stock on the Main Stock Exchange.

Mission Reward: Skill 'Absolute Stock Manipulation' & 1x Physical Cleansing Elixir.

Kaspar let out a cold smile as his eyes scanned the name De Marly Group on the screen.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, dialing his banking secretarial team.

"Locate a man named Thaddeus Drake in the western slums," Kaspar ordered without hesitation. "And prepare a capital pool of one hundred million dollars to crush the stock market this morning."