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A symphony orchestra played a soft violin melody in the corner of the grand room, while white-gloved waiters circulated carrying crystal glasses of champagne worth thousands of dollars.

This annual charity gala served as an invisible line of demarcation for the city's elite. Only those holding at least one hundred million dollars in liquid assets or wielding substantial political power could set foot on the thick red carpet of this ballroom.

The gold-plated double doors swung wide open.

Kaspar
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  • 7

    A symphony orchestra played a soft violin melody in the corner of the grand room, while white-gloved waiters circulated carrying crystal glasses of champagne worth thousands of dollars.This annual charity gala served as an invisible line of demarcation for the city's elite. Only those holding at least one hundred million dollars in liquid assets or wielding substantial political power could set foot on the thick red carpet of this ballroom.The gold-plated double doors swung wide open.Kaspar Eldridge stepped inside. A dark gray, three-piece bespoke suit crafted by a renowned Italian fashion house hugged his imposing frame flawlessly. The physical enhancement effect from the System caused every movement he made to radiate a powerful, natural gravity, while the passive aura of Divine Charm made several women in lavish gowns near the entrance unconsciously catch their breath as they looked at his face.To Kaspar's right, Camille Roche walked with the steady, elegant click of her high h

  • 6

    Kaspar’s handcrafted leather shoes cut through the silence of a filthy alley in the West District slums. Beside him, Camille stepped with poise, wearing a tailored black blazer set and pencil skirt, holding a digital tablet linked directly to a satellite banking network.On the third floor of an apartment building, the smell of cheap instant noodles and cold coffee filled a cramped twelve-square-meter room.Thaddeus Drake—a twenty-eight-year-old man with thick-rimmed glasses and disheveled hair—sat in front of three flickering, outdated computer monitors. His eyes were bloodshot, ringed with heavy dark circles from forty-eight hours without sleep.His computer screens displayed an analytical breakdown of the De Marly Group's stock market charts."Insane... this is insane," Thaddeus muttered to himself, his fingers dancing lithely across a dusty keyboard. "They faked their energy sector export liquidity reports by four hundred percent! Cedric De Marly is gambling the company's entire c

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    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 s

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    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, w

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    An eight-meter-tall glass wall separated the raging storm outside from the multi-million-dollar tranquility inside the Maybach & Bugatti Flagship Store.Kaspar shook out his black umbrella over the entrance mat. Rainwater dripped from his cheap jeans, leaving wet tracks across the polished, checker-patterned granite floor.In the center of the showroom floor stood two senior sales executives in tailored dark blue suits. One of them, a man with a thin mustache named Henri, was sipping an espresso while eyeing the entrance. His gaze swept Kaspar from head to toe, taking in the soaked canvas sneakers, the faded windbreaker, and the cracked smartphone tucked into his waistband.Henri clicked his tongue in disdain, turning back to his colleague. "Look at that. Every time it rains, some bum uses our dealership as a shelter. Just dirtying up the floor.""Call security?" his colleague whispered."No need," Henri smirked quietly. "Let the intern handle it. Good practice for that holier-than-th

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    "What the hell is this?!"Cedric screamed. His voice shrieked through the tranquility of Marly Cafe, causing several sharply dressed patrons at neighboring tables to glance over with furrowed brows."Pierre! Are you insane?! Do you have any idea who I am? My father holds a fifteen percent stake in the holding company that owns this cafe!"Pierre, his face still as pale as a corpse, clutched his heaving chest. His trembling fingers pointed toward the cashier’s iPad screen, which had suddenly flashed red with a legal notification of instant asset transfer."M-Mr. De Marly..." Pierre’s voice caught in his throat. "The central banking system just froze the old operating rights. Mr. Laurent called personally. If I don't obey the new owner's orders... I could be imprisoned for property infringement."Two burly security guards in black suits stepped forward from the corner of the room. They were no longer guards hired by a standard franchise; they were elite security personnel under direct,

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